Page 146 of The Coldest: Stay Dangerous Part 2

Another good thing about the plan forming in my head, is that because Slime is probably still hiding in the deepest closet he can find, he, nor G, have told their baby sister anything.

Leaving her out to dry, if this isn’t a game. But that’s not my problem.

“You all grown up. How you been?”

“Good! Come on, take a shot with me!”

She pulls me into her section, away from her thirsty ass homegirls that are asking her who I am. I hear her say one of her brothers, but that doesn’t deter their looks, even if they don’t crowd us.

She hands me a shot of clear, and I act like I’m chasing it with water, spitting it into the bottle. We take three shots together, and then she kills her own water bottle while I tuck mine in the cushion of the booth.

“So is that Ty’s girlfriend?” she asks, motioning with her head across the club. I catch him sliding into the corner with the girl he came with, carrying her toward the dressing room.

“Don’t tell me little Gianna has a crush.”

“No,” she denies, though the blush dotting her neck tells on her. “I just thought since Jazz said she was done with him, he was single.”

“You don’t need no one who runs with your brothers, Gigi. It’s plenty of other niggas who not scared of them.”

She rolls her eyes and leans down to grab the half-empty bottle, but I take it from her, hugging her to me and holding my phone out.

“Cheer up, mamas. I’ll even be your wingman.” I start recording, and she slips into that mode that got her a following in the first place. She twirls away from me, and I keep the camera on her as she poses seductively, before turning around and doing some move that has her ass looking like waves in her white pants.

I end the video and go to my IG immediately. Gianna giggles, taking my phone from me and typing a caption tagging her handle and how her dms are open, but she doesn’t post it before handing it back to me. I save the video, then post it, then bring the video back up.

“See how easy it is,” I mumble as I type it out, then send it directly to Slime.

I can’t even pocket my phone before it’s vibrating, but it’s not Slime at all.

Snow

I CAN’T EVEN LEAVE YOUR THIRSTY ASS FOR AN HOUR

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK I BE TALKING ABOUT

HAVE FUN WITH GIGI. I HEARD BBL PUSSY STINKS

IMA HAVE THAT SPLIT TONGUE ALL ON MY CAT, DON’T EVEN TRIP

THIRSTY ASS. LOSE MY NUMBER SLUT!

My dick hardens immediately, but I’m wearing this dumb ass cock lock, so I try to adjust myself as it fills the device. I heart the fourth message to call her bluff, just as commotion breaks out from where my niggas are. I climb the couch, but all I can see is girls tussling. Milli has the girl that Ty-Ty came with, and they’re being escorted out, while Set gets to Ty-Ty.

“I’m out, Luney. You gonna hit the after hours with us?”

I check my phone, making sure Slime saw my message before hugging Gianna. “Nah, mamas. I’m finna go see ‘bout them. You stay dangerous. Hit me when you get home.”

“You always were a party pooper. Tunechi would have came with me.”

I hug her tighter, knowing she’s too drunk to think about what she’s saying, even if it’s true.

Besides, the way my IG is blowing up, I don’t need to be anywhere near her, even if I felt up to it.

I nod to Reem as Palace clears out, but I don’t stay inside. The people Ty-Ty came with are gone, and the way he’s probably feeling, I don’t need another confrontation. The air is crisp as I stroll toward Snow’s crib. It’s only a twenty minute walk, but as soon as I’m off the block, I call a rideshare. Grinning at my phone, I slide in, ready to wash the night off me.

@Slim3y_Bab3y: Play ball.

@Slim3y_Bab3y: Remember Luney , you cant be everywhere at once