Toxic

Chapter Five

Rose, Reagan

I rolled my eyes as he continued to touch up and down my thigh. I would say I couldn't believe that I was letting him touch me while we were in the middle of an important meeting with my own family, but it wasn't my first time.

"What do you think about that, Alonzo?"

"I think it's a bunch of shit. I don't have time for a war with him. I wish he would let the shit go, but since he can't we'll give him what the fuck he wants."

My daddy. I rolled my eyes because he had started this war with the Phillips first about a year ago and I guess it was starting right back up.

We have never been close with the Phillips, but only one person in our family has and that was my brother.

"I think we have no choice, baby.
The war had started and now it's back up. We just have to deal with these fuckers."

I listened to my mother as she went on and on about how we had to finish the Phillips off when she knew that was impossible. Both of our family's were wealthy and close in the drug business, so pulling each other down would be extremely hard when they were rolling with the same connects.

"I agree with you, baby. What do you think we should do?"

My daddy was trying to get back on my mommas good side slowly, and it seemed as if it wasn't working which shocked me. It usually took them, maybe a couple days to get back together. My daddy canceling the trip occurred on Saturday and now it was Thursday.

My momma rolled her eyes and from what I could see over the large table was that my mom snatched her hand away from my daddy's. He sighed making me laugh, but as soon as I did I felt Romeos fingers move over from my thigh to my sex. He started to rub me and I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good.

I looked over at him and smirked as I reached my hand down to him and was glad at the fact he had on a pair of joggers. I reached my hand in between them and rubbed my hand up and down him expecting a reaction as he cleared his throat.

When I heard my mother talking, I turned my attention back over to them even though I wanted to shout at the fact that he was just rubbing me and I was stroking him.

"I think that we should send Romeo and Reagan out to send a message since they want to send us letters and shit. We should define rely enter their territory."

I rolled my eyes, because now I had
to get my hands dirty. I knew since momma issued it out, daddy was going to fall through with the plans and I knew exactly were we would be hitting them: Pearls.

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I was officially ready with my silky grey dress that had one skinny strap, going to the back and came all the way down to my ankles, but the fact that both sides had slits down the sides up until it came to my thigh added some sexy to my dress.

"You almost done, Reagan?"

I fluffed my hair one more time, and carried my red lipstick and my pistol in my purse, and one under the strap of my dress as I made my way outside of my bedroom.

"Yeah, I'm done. Close your mouth and let's go!"

No later than midnight, Romeo and I arrived to our destination, Pearls. I am excited because I'm supposedly on punishment from the way I had talked to my mother, according to my father, only because he was trying to get back on my mothers good side.

"Calm down, Reagan, you act like you ain't been to a damn club before plus we don't need to mess this up. I have sh--"

"Shut up, Romeo! I'm not trying to hear that. Your not even suppose to be coming in with me, just give me the stupid mic and get your dick out your ass."

He didn't get a chance to reply as I snatched the mic from his hands and stepped out of the car looking amazing for the dressy occasion. The club was supposed to be having a party for the birthday boy, who my family are against.

Romeo, good with technology was going to listen to everything that was going on with me and also watch everything with the spy cam that was stitched to my purse.

I was ready for all of the drama that was going to happen tonight and luring him in would be easy with the dress I had on tonight.

"ID please?"

I handed him my fake ID with a smile on my face with a roll of the eye in my head. I couldn't believe he was asking me for an ID when Domonique was eighteen years old, and not the legal age for the club himself.

"You know I'm not stupid right? This is a fucking fa--"

"This is my girl, Hank. You can let me have this one," Hank moved away and I looked at my target who was standing right in front of me.

Of course, I disliked him. I never did favor Domonique. He had always been an asshole from experience and from the network of others, more others than myself. I had never been cool with him more so because of our family.

He stood in front of me with a ensemble of True Religion from head to toe besides the plaid shirt and shoes that he wore that were a pair of dressy shoes. He looked dress down but at the same time dressed up, and because I knew this was going to be interesting. I set the microphone in my ear down to low.

"You dig, baby?"

I smirked, pushing my hand on my hip.
"I think you could do better, Dominique. Happy 18th!"

He smiled shaking his head and instead of leaving me outside of the club, restaurant, he grabbed my hand and brought me in. I could hear Romeo breathing through my ear, as I was sweating bullets from his hand connected to mine.

I know this was suppose to scare me. Him knowing that I would show up to his event, him taking me past everyone to a more secluded area; someone on the outside was looking in. He knew our plans and at that moment I knew his family would be trouble to bring down which caused me to smile.

"So do you like our new building, Reagan isn't it?"

He had pulled me out of the chair and now I was taking a glance at the glass everything that surrounded me as he brought over to glasses of red wine, which fascinated me.

"Ye--"

"Get out of there, Reagan! That bitch could be trying to kill you, get out of there now!" I heard in my ear, but of course I ignored.

I found this intriguing. He was bowing down to me, Domonique was stepping to my family's level and it made me smirk in the inside because I enjoyed a challenge.

"Yes, it's Reagan and I'm pretty sure you know I didn't come here to discuss the drowsy pictures hanging up around this pissy restaurant nor am I hear to discuss me."

He sniled, but I wasn't finished yet as I crossed my hands and my legs at his perfect smile. The lights were bright in the room and it only helped to convey his emotions for me right now and that smile.

"My family and I wanted everything to be crystal between us, good, but since your family would like to threaten to take our territory and the connects we gladly shared, you can fucking die trying."

I was about to stand up as he grasped my leg under the table while taking a sip of wine from his glass with the other hand that was available.

"Don't make threats, babygirl--"

I smiled, as he let go of my leg. I reached my face over the table, up in his face.

"We don't make threats, we make promises."

He smiled, and despite his height leaned over and grabbed onto my chin, his long fingers feeling excellent as they grazed my chin. I would say I couldn't dare to look in his eyes, but I did just that as we sat toe to toe, head to head, and lips to lips.

"Prove it, baby."

Ooh. It's about to get hot! TEN COMMENTS SND VOTES BEFORE NEXT UPDATE! I'll post a pic of Domonique next! Dress She wore in MM, but just imagine the sides by the ass stitched closed.