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SABLE COVE CITY BEACH, CALIFORNIA

I was at my Hawaiian-themed beach party and bonfire for my twenty-fifth birthday.

I was having a great time with my friends and family, thanks to my big brother.

That was our last name, but my bro rocked it as a first name because it fit him.

He moved like the ocean. Calm on the surface, deadly underneath.

He ran Southwave. Nobody touched us. Nobody looked at me. Nobody dared to step up to me unless they wanted to drown in the same ocean he ruled.

I was super cute in the Hawaiian printed mini dress that I designed and sewed myself, along with the matching bikini.

I loved fashion design and drawing. I even made my guests’ attire, and the swim trunks for the men.

The sun was beaming down on us, so my skin reeked of sunblock and coconut body spray.

Thankfully, we were under canopies with mist sprayers going off to keep us cool.

My hair was in long, small, knotless Goddess braids.

The curly tips fell past my ass, and I had cute little shells and beads on a few of my front braids.

The diamond tiara and rose gold Cuban link choker finished my outfit, along with the diamond hoops in my ears.

I was big grown, but my brother made sure my jewelry game was always on point.

The sun was starting to set, and we were waiting for my Uncle Lou to bring the wood for the fire pits. Until then, we were dancing on the warm white sand and drinking top-shelf liquor.

“I see you keep looking at Mula. You still scared to tell him that you want him to beat that pussy up?” my friend, Solace, said as we all drooled over my brother’s friends, and Mula was one of them.

I knew Mula well. My brother made me do business with him regularly for the last few years, but he ain’t looked at me sexually. My brother kept me off limits since the day I started developing into a woman, but every time I got drunk, my girls knew that I lusted over him.

“Girl, you know that man don’t want to fuck me. He is looking good tho’ with his black ass.” I smirked as I bit my bottom lip, sipping my D’usse out of the red cup I held.

“I heard he is a munch. You know he was fuckin’ with Ariel, and she told everybody how he ate her pussy so good. That’s why she went crazy when he broke up with her,” my other friend, Kehlani, added.

I laughed. “And that’s why he told me he don’t like the Southwave hoes. They talk too much.”

“I dare your scary butt to go over there and shake your ass on him while Coast in the parking lot getting his baby mama,” Solace dared me with a devious look on her face.

I looked over at his tall, chocolate ass.

He was laughing with their homie, Hurricane, and a few other niggas from their gang.

We had been in the sun all day, riding jet skis and barbecuing, so his already dark skin was kissed by the sun.

He wore a pair of Hawaiian swim trunks and was shirtless with a neck full of diamonds, showing off his abs and tattoos.

He had a fresh wavy fade and clean-cut face, looking like a piece of meat with his dick print unknowingly showing, giving me a visual.

“I’ll do it for a band. You know I don’t do shit for free, and if Coast catches me, I’ma need the money for the teeth he gon’ knock down my throat.”

They laughed, but I was serious.

“You know I got the money. I’ll throw in an extra grand for your birthday if you kiss him.” Solace snickered.

I downed the rest of my drink in one gulp. “I’ll do it.” My friends had money, so they would pay me for sure.

Solace got her beach bag, pulled out her wallet, and counted out a thousand in twenties. My girls stayed with dough. They worked good jobs but kept a baller nigga on the side to make their pockets even fatter. I came from money, but I was never going to turn it down.

I folded the money and stuffed it in the small, clear Lululemon crossover bag I wore.

I popped a piece of gum in my mouth and freshened my custom-made cherry lip gloss.

Taking a deep breath, I walked over to Mula and his gang.

I crept up on him so fast he didn’t see me coming.

I grabbed his arm and turned him around.

Getting on my tippy toes, I slammed my lips into his.

“Oh, that’s what we doin’, huh?!” Hurricane said, and then he laughed. He was jealous because he had been checking for me.

Mula pushed me back gently with a confused look on his face, but he shot me a sly grin.

“What you doin’, birthday girl?”

“Getting my birthday kiss and dance. Solace dared me, so play along so I don’t look crazy.” I winked at him, and he shrugged nonchalantly at me. I took that as my okay to make my next move.

I threw my braids over my shoulder and started twerking my ass on him to Game Time by AZ Chike. It was a ghetto ass, upbeat, LA song that I could pop my ass to.

“Oh, her ass move, foreal! How she gon throw it on you and not me!” Hurricane boasted, but Mula didn’t say a word.

His strong hand was gripping my inner thigh.

Hurricane was the only friend of my brother who tried his hand with me behind Coast’s back.

I’d give him a lil play, but something about Mula enticed me.

Right when I got in my groove, I felt my arm being yanked damn near out the socket.

“Da fuck you doin’, Yumila? You know better!” Coast roared, causing everyone to place their eyes on us. Coast glared at Mula. “You tryna fuck on my lil’ sis?”

“You trippin, bro. You know I ain’t tryna fuck her,” he replied nonchalantly as he matched Coast’s stare.

“Coast, you gotta stop! I’m twenty-five now. You let me work with the nigga but not fuck with him? You sound crazy!”

“Shut up!” He pushed me out of the way and placed his attention on his crew standing around. “My sister is off limits. That goes for all y'all niggas. It’s enough hoes in Sable Cove. Stop tryna turn my sister into one. I don’t give a fuck if she was eighty or I was dead.”

Mula chuckled and relit his blunt. “So, you mad now? You grouchy ass nigga.”

“You know I ain’t. Y’all my niggas, and I’m sensitive about my lil’ one.

She is my heart, and y'all know that. One of you niggas break my heart, I’ma break y'all. Now let’s get a drink and bring the vibe back.

Yumila, your uncle is on the way with the wood.

Now, go be with your friends.” He shooed me off, lit his spliff, and walked to the bar he had set up on the beach under the canopy.

When I walked over to Solace and Kehlani, they started laughing.

“I should fuck y'all bitches up!” I turned up my nose.

They continued to laugh.

“Well, was it worth it?” Solace teased.

I couldn’t help but laugh with them. “Hell yeah, not gon lie. His lips were soft, and his dick was big.”

“I bet. Now let’s get back to your party.”

My party went back to normal, and my bonfire started. We ate barbecue around the fire, and my mother came with my massive rainbow birthday cake.

After the cake and food were gone, we packed up to leave.

I was headed to Club Velvet South for my second party to launch the new bikini line that I had been working on.

I was so happy about all my accomplishments because I thought I wouldn’t see the day.

I was taking the money I made with my brother and putting it into legit shit.

As I was getting dressed, I checked my text and was surprised to see Mula texting my phone. He only texted me for business. I smirked when I saw his text.

Mula: So, you wanna fuck me? Why?

Me: Oh, you caught that when I cussed out yo’ stupid right-hand man?

Mula: Yeah, I did… I ain’t these other niggas tho’, Yummi. I’m loyal to niggas that are loyal to me. So what Coast put out there about you, I gotta honor it. We can’t fuck, lil mama, and I don’t look at you like that. We friends, tho’, and you a lil cutie.

I was disappointed he turned me down, but I respected what he stood for when it came to his bond with my brother.

Me: Okay, Mula. I’ll see you at the club then.

I put my phone down and finished getting dressed.

No sooner than I sat it down, I got a phone call.

It was Hurricane. I smirked a little because he had been calling me for weeks, trying to get with me.

I was going to entertain him, especially since Mula dissed me.

These niggas might’ve been scared of my brother, but deep down, I wasn’t.

“What’s up? I’m trying to get dressed so I can get to the club early. You better be calling to say you’re coming out to support.” I rolled my eyes like he could see me.

“Nah, I’m calling to say I’m at your door, so open it.”

I laughed. “What? Okay. I’m coming down now.”

I was half-dressed in my Hawaiian-print bodysuit, a tube top I had made, so I put some shorts over it until I was ready to put on my jeans.

I ran down my spiral stairs and opened the door. Hurricane stood there in a black Nike Tech suit like it wasn’t eighty degrees at night. I figured he was going to do a drill or had just come from one because that was the only time my brother and his friends dressed down in black sweatsuits.

“You gon’ let a nigga in or just stare at me?” he asked with a slight frown on his face.

“My bad. I was checking you out, trying to see why you were dressed in black and not dressed to go to my party.” I rolled my eyes.

“I went to go handle some shit after the beach. I’ma go home and change when I leave here.” He looked around my foyer. “Mmm, you live good, huh?” He walked to my white suede sectional and flopped down.

“Yeah, of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

“You right… That nigga, Coast, make sure you want for nothing.”

I sat next to him and watched him spark his blunt. However, I was getting impatient and wasn’t trying to kick it with him at the moment.

“You know that nigga, Mula, don’t like you, right?” he uttered as he blew smoke from his nose.

I sighed. “That’s what you came over here for?”

“You said you was gon’ fuck with me, and you taking bets to kiss that nigga? Why you ain’t do it for me?” He glared at me. The possessive demeanor he gave off didn’t bother me because I was used to niggas like Hurricane in Southwave.

“It was just a dare, Hurricane, and I know Mula doesn’t like me. I don’t like him. That was why I did it. It would’ve been too obvious with my friends since I told them that we’re really feeling each other.”

“So you gon’ be my girl?” He smirked.

“You know that can’t happen. Didn’t you see how Coast just acted? You trying to get us killed?”

“Nah, and we can keep it low. Eventually, I’ll talk to that nigga though.” He passed his blunt to me.

“Please don’t do that. I don’t feel like going through drama.”

He snickered. “I won’t, with your scary ass. But lay down, let me eat that pussy before you leave.” He tried to lie me back, but I pushed him off me. Hurricane and I hadn’t been together sexually yet, but I knew the time had come. I was ready, but I had to leave the house.

“Not right now, I’m pressed for time. Come back to my house after the club. Then, we can take it all the way there.” I reached in to kiss his plump lips while I ran my hands through his long locs. Hurricane was sexy, and I didn’t mind having a nightcap with him.

“You lucky my phone blowing up, and I gotta get in the streets again. I’ll be at the club later, but that ass is mine at the end of the night. Remember what I said on the phone last night? I’ll drop all my hoes for you.”

“I remember,” I replied as he rubbed on my pussy through my body suit.

I walked Hurricane out and then quickly got dressed, then left the house in my new, cocaine white drop top Corvette that Coast had gotten me for my birthday. I turned up my music and lit the blunt that I had kept from Hurricane.

I raced the streets of Sable Cove, and I couldn’t get him off my mind.

Hurricane was pushing up on me, and it had me a lil shook.

However, his boldness had me curious about what he wanted from me.

He had told me a lot of shit on the phone which had me interested in him, starting with wanting to put me on a pedestal, and make me his main girlfriend.

He was talking marriage, babies, and some more shit that had me wondering if that was what I really wanted.

Coast would never approve of my relationship with Hurricane, so I was going to move around him when he brought up telling my brother.

I sighed.

It was hard dating in my city because Coast was cool with everybody.

It wasn’t one nigga in Southwave and all of Sable Cove who wasn’t on his team.

To make matters worse, all I liked was hood, thug ass, get money niggas.

I stayed single and crept when I could, like I was going to do with Hurricane.

I wished so bad it was Mula trying to get with me, but he was too much of a good nigga. So, Hurricane was the next best thing.

I pulled up to Club Velvet South and went straight to the valet. It was a lil hood luxury beach front club in the heart of Southwave. My peoples greeted me with gifts and money before I could even get out. The driver finally took my car, and I went inside with my crew.

The time seemed to move fast once I was in the club. I was getting my models ready, but I didn’t want to launch until my brother showed up. When I took my phone out to call him, I had a text from Mula. I thought he was letting me know that he was on the way, but his text shook my soul.

Mula: He’s gone, Yummi.

Me: Who?

Mula: Coast! Come to South Cove Medical Center. Somebody killed him…

After that news, everything died in me right along with my brother, including my passion for the things I loved to do…