Page 51 of The Ninth

“GET YO PISSY ASS OUT OF HERE!” someone laughed.

Before I knew it, he dropped the cup and pulled a big ass Glock out. Everyone scattered. The girls and I took a step back. He cocked it, causing the one that was already in the head to hit the ground. I held my breath as he grabbed my arm, yanking me to him.

“Nah, get the fuck up off her!” Kenzie yelled. I’ve never heard her voice shake. Although terrified, Devyn grabbed my arm, trying to pull me out of his grasp.

Fuck. If this nigga smoke me, Kenzo will never come back from that. None of my girls will.

“Nah! Shut the fuck up before I put one in all you hoes! YOU TOUGH RIGHT, BITCH? WHERE YO NIGGA AT?”

A nigga ran up on the guy who had the gun pointed to my chest. He grabbed his arm roughly, “YO, WHAT YOU DOING? THIS A FEMALE!”

“SHE TALKING ALL THAT SHIT LIKE SHE A NIGGA. ON BABY, I ONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT NUNNADAT!”

“FOLKS, YOU NEED TO STOP GETTING SO DRUNK. THIS IS LIL K3. THIS K3’s SHORTY!”

It was like someone hit a button on this nigga. The nasty ass look on his face melted away. He dropped my arm and the gun to his waist. Quickly, he stuffed it back into his jeans.

“I’m sorry...” he mumbled.

I pulled my hand back. “CASSIE!” Devyn yelled as I smacked all the money in my hand into his face. He just looked at me before walking away, leaving it all on the ground. Shorty know his times up!

“Cassandra, get your little ass in the truck!” Kenzie mumbled.

She snatched the keys from my back pocket, unlocking the doors. I stumbled all the way into the backseat. Not from being sloppy, but from her pushing on me. Once we were all in with the doors locked, Kenzie called Tati and told her we gotta get the fuck on.

“Ouuuu, Cassie.” Kenzie said as Tati ran to the truck. “You know how to get a nigga mad, boah.”

Chapter 10: Fab Four

Devyn’s POV

My few times being in The Ninth, it has never been so packed. Even Throwback Night had less people than this, and that was a lot. The best part was the amount of women also present. The sexy ass men walking around. The jewelry. The no phones that’s always enforced but more heavily tonight. And finally being asked for a drink without also being asked to put my coota-cat in it.

I leaned forward on the bar, hovering over my empty glass. After pouring a double shot, I threw that back too. Any and everything I could do to calm my nerves; I was trying to do it. That shit was so...

I have never seen a gun until I’ve gotten around Cassie. I don’t think its solely the city, but the company and situations she keeps. In my heart, I want to speak to her about how dangerous that was. That I would prefer not to be in those situations. But I could only imagine how she felt. Too many people were around. The guy violated in several ways. She has to tell K3.

“You okay?”

I looked up and met eyes with one of the Fab Four. My brain ran overtime trying to remember her name. Off to the side, another one of the four stood there. It was both girls that has a crush on Cassie. The three of us was on the far side, away from everyone.

“Yeah! I’m good. How are you? You want a drink?”

“Pleaseee! I’ve just been doing private sections for the beginning of the night. I’m nervous for our performance. The four of us hasn’t performed together in forever.”

I looked her up and down. Brown skin, pretty face, lips and titties. She had an hourglass shape but her eyes were the most mesmerizing being the light brown they were. She’s sexy and another reason I don’t get too drunk. I love a little girl action when fucked up.

“Well, you look good...”

I handed her, her glass and she smirked. My eyes trained on her pretty lips, watching her take the drink down. She sat the glass on the bar and shook her head.

“Girl, you look good!”

She smiled genuinely as I adjusted my clothes. Kenzie said the perfect night to wear less was always the private party nights, because the niggas had more common sense. So, I have on a tight-fitting Bears t-shirt jersey cut to show my titties, no bra, my entire stomach out, and shorts that were basically underwear.

“Who did your titties?”

I laughed, “Girl, these are mine!”