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"Girl, yo daddy gon kill us," Rhea stressed as Noble and she made their way up to the line of a popular club. All Noble could do was smile. She lived for the thrill of the unknown. At 17 years old her father Warren Walker had spoon-fed her, giving her all the riches she could think of. Although she went to a private school and lived in the lap of luxury she craved the street life. Noble, had never known struggle or grief. But it called her.
"Rhea, it's fine. How is he gon find out? I'm not telling are you?" Noble said as her words stretched. Her vernacular came out in a longer stanza than others. It was a symptom of the drugs in her system as a child. She was lucky compared to other children who faced the same unfortunate fate. It was something that still bothered her adolescent mind. However, it didn't bother most people, especially men as they found it extremely attractive. For Noble, she hid her insecurities behind her name brands, her appearance, and her slick tongue.
"Nobi, don't act like mu'fuckas don't know who yo daddy is. Nigga be scared to breathe on you, thinking War gon make they ass a distant memory and don't get me started on the Twins." Rhea said as she looked off with a smirk. Noble eyes rolled as she watched her best friend reminisce about her fraternal twin brothers Koa and Kai.
"Kai, somewhere in love and you know Koa somewhere being a hoe. Come on Rhea, we have been planning this for weeks," Noble begged as she grabbed her best friend's hands. Rhea sighed before moving toward the club. Noble's 4-inch YSL heels hit the pavement as the jumpsuit she had clung to her curves. Her braids were wrapped tightly in a bun, with lip gloss on her lips. Noble's chocolate skin danced in the night as she shined like a million diamonds. She was perfection. Eyes followed her as she moved hanging on to her every movement. In Chicago, she was hood royalty, block boys, and scammers, everybody wanted a chance at Noble Walker.
"Noble, you tryna get a nigga killed," the bouncer said as soon as the two made their way to the front. Laying her hand on her waist she gave him a bright smile laying her charm on heavy. When she placed her hand on his shoulder she was sure he had made a mess in his pants from his light shudder. Turning around she looked at Rhea who just chuckled at the man. Neither waited for a verbal yes as they pushed their way into the club. Nobles eye glanced over and a smile met her lips as she watched the people enjoying themselves. Going in her person she pulled out her personal Black Amex Credit Card and called for a bottle girl. Leaning down, she whispered. "Can we get a section?"
With each step she took she was garnishing the eyes of every male in the club, Noble was a bombshell and she hadn't even grown completely in her body. However, the all-black seamless jumpsuit she had was the showstopper of the night. Something she had ordered from a boutique and hid well from her father.
"I think I just saw Koa," Rhea whispered to her. Noble fanned her hand and pulled the bottle to pour her a drink. Rhea was being paranoid. Her brothers were not here, and her anxiety was not about to ruin her night. Lifting the Casamigos she started to pour before a pair of hands covered hers stopping her moment. Her eyes traveled up the fine specimen as she was slowly licking her lips. Dark chocolate with a low-cut Caesar with deep waves. Piercing brown eyes, plush pink lips, and fresh goatee. Saint, was a marvelous man.
