Page 16 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
“Hell yeah. That’s my bitch. Well, if we doing it like that, we might as well do it right. Where the liquor? I can pre-game right about now.”
Walking over to my bar, I grabbed up a bottle of Don and popped the cork. I put it to my lips and gulped a double shot like it was nothing. Handing it over to Cedees, she followed suit and did the same. Thing One and Thing Two at its finest.
“Aight. I got dank, cones, and bowls. What you trying to puff on shawty?” I was now standing in front of my stash of quality za. All she had to do was decide and I was gon’ get her right as usual.
Coming over to view her options, she reached for the cone with a smile. “Oh, it’s ‘bout to be a good time. Double the shot and then we can head out.”
Grabbing the bottle back, I was swallowing another heavy shot before leaving the crib officially. Cedees sat as a passenger princess while I pulled out the driveway. I made sure to blast her favorite artist Phoenix as we cruised through the city. She could go bar for bar with that man not missing a word. She was a thug for real.
My best friend started her day out stressed and unenthused about her birthday. However, I changed all of that for her. I’d be damned if I watched my ace boon coon be gloomy over some shit she did while she was lit as fuck. Bitches get married in Vegas everyday B. I wasn’t ‘bout to let that shit consume her.
By the time we pulled up to my club, the parking lot was packed the fuck out. I was genuinely confused simply because I could’ve sworn I shut my shit down for Cedees. I whipped my ride around to the valet and hopped out immediately. My shit was barely in park good.
“Aye, what the hell is going on Larry?” I asked walking up on one of my bouncers.
“Damn, you fine as fuck boss lady. I mean, you always fine but tonight…”
Waving him off, I said, “Yeah, yeah nigga. I know. Why the hell is all these people here? Who the hell opened up my shit?”
“Karanna. She said something ‘bout it being rented out for some nigga birthday. He in there and all these muthafuckas showed up for him,” he answered.
“Where the hell is Karanna?”
“She in there, too.” Realizing I wasn’t in the best mood, his smile dropped. “She fucked up, huh?”
“You goddamn right she did.” Karanna was my fairly new assistant I hired to help around the club. Lately, I’d been overlybusy with the nail salon and needed a breather. Splitting myself in two was no longer working. Walking back to the car, I opened Cedees door saying, “Come on bestie. Karanna’s dumbass done rented the club out to somebody else for their birthday and ain’t told me shit. I’m ‘bout to go in and clear it out.”
“Nah, it’s cool best friend. I’m lit as fuck right now and want to see who my birthday twin is. We can party together. I promise I ain’t trippin’.” She was showing grace as she stepped out, but I was pissed the fuck off.
Nodding, I intertwined our hands and escorted her inside. I wasn’t gon’ hold you, whomever it was had the club jumping. My ladies were on the floor and throwing ass. They weren’t supposed to be doing that for no one but my crew. I was very displeased by this.
We made our way up to the second floor where the biggest section was located. It seemed like the birthday boy was there and live. I was too eager to see who it was. There weren’t many people in the Springs that could book and bring the city out. A bitch curiosity was sparked no doubt.
Bitches and niggas were pushed to the side as we made our way through the crowd. It seemed the deeper we went the thicker it got. My blood was boiling at this point.
Finally making it to the front of everything, my eyes landed on the same nigga that thought throwing money my way would give him access to my accessories. With my tongue pushing on my jaw, I tried my hardest not to wreak havoc. I guess my curiosity was in the killing business ‘cause I was done for the day.
“Ain’t this ‘bout a bitch. God why are you torturing me this week?” I voiced aloud.
He stood wearing that same goofy ass smile the second his focus fell on me. All I wanted to do was turn around and get thefuck out of here, but Cedees was in the mood to party. Leaving wasn’t an option.
“Who is that and why is he looking at you like he tasted what’s between yo’ legs already?” Cedees asked in a hushed tone.
“He’s a fuckin’ parasite that won’t leave me alone. No worries though. He getting the fuck up out my shit for real tonight,” I snapped.
We stood there waiting for him to approach us when I noticed his steps slowed down gradually. That grin he once wore was replaced with a confusing expression. His gaze never wavered from Mercedees. She was too high to realize it. Once he was smack dead in front of us, his expression softened. A hearty laugh was released as he threw his arms around my best friend.
“Look what the cat drug in. Damn Clover, I been looking all over for yo’ lucky charm head ass. Aye, Scar, I found yo’ wife,” he shouted turning Cedees to the right of him. He was pointing and grinning while me and my best friend was at a standstill.
My eyes grew big as saucers as everything clicked. Being around the Atkins as much as I was, I knew just about everybody that lived in the Springs. However, Ashaun was an unfamiliar face and this lil’ unfortunate run in stamped it.
Pulling Cedees back to me, I tried to get her high ass to come back down to earth and realize what the hell was going on. Palming the side of her face, I said, “Bestie, sober the fuck up now!”
“I think I’m high off my ass right now best friend. Did this nigga just say I was the wife to a nigga in here?” she questioned with squinted eyes.
A hand snaked around Mercedes waist from the back before I could give her an answer. A fione ass nigga appeared in the light causing me to put a quick pause in my actions. He bent down to speak to her in her ear but all I could focus on was how goddamngood he looked. He favored Ashaun a lot more the longer I took him in.
Are these niggas related?
