Sade's Addiction

My Side Of Town: Tahjs part

The night wrapped around the city like a velvet cloak, heavy with promises and the distant echo of bass that pulsed from club speakers. I parked my Lincoln Navigator outside Club Space, leaning against the cool metal as I caught a glimpse of Sade through the crowd. She moved like a goddess amongst mortals, a silky blue dress hugging her curves, silver heels glinting under the neon lights. There was something electric about her presence that sparked something inside me, something I hadn't felt in a long time—desire mixed with intrigue.

As I beckoned her over, her cocoa brown skin caught the light in all the right ways. Those full lips, soft but powerful, held a smile that made my heart race. "You look good," I managed, my voice almost swallowed by the urban rhythm that poured from the club's open doors.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice smooth like honey. "Ready to go?"

Yet, as her eyes glossed over me, I sensed there was more beneath the surface of our simple pleasantries. She was a puzzle, one I felt compelled to solve, but I quickly reminded myself I had my own chaos to contend with.

"I'm always ready," I shot back with a grin, although my mind was still clouded with thoughts of revenge against Cortez and the mess he'd created.

We danced until the ambiance of the club bled out into the night, vibrant and alive, just like the currents of the city. My mind was divided. Half of me was lost in the moment with Sade, while the other half raced through the frantic calculations of my existence—driving sales, keeping my territory untouched, and avoiding the weight of old vendettas.

Cortez was like a shadow on my back, lurking just out of sight. He was ruthless and cunning, a dangerous mix in a city that thrived on survival of the fittest. I could still hear the echoes of that fateful night; the gunshots reverberated through my dreams, and Timmy's blood pooling on the basement floor turned the thrill of the game into a cold reminder of its consequences.

When Sade leaned in closer, the intoxicating scent of her perfume wrapped around me like a blanket. The taste of her lips was a distraction I desperately needed, a balm for the anxiety bubbling just below the surface.

As the clock struck 2 AM, I knew I had to break away. Money wouldn't wait for mere romance. "I gotta drop some work," I said reluctantly, pulling slightly away from her embrace.

Her eyes sparkled with interest. "You in the game for real, aren't you?"

"Always," I replied, my voice steady, but inside I felt the tug-of-war between my two worlds. "But it's not all about the streets. You gotta know when to play it smart."

"That's interesting," she replied, tilting her head as if pondering my words. "I like a man who's got his head on straight."

I couldn't help but smirk. Flirting was inevitable; it was dangerous, but something in her captivated me. As I drove her home, I contemplated the risks involved with her allure. Was she a distraction or a potential ally in this ruthless game?

The next day, the sun spilled through the blinds, casting a warm glow that felt misplaced in my tumultuous world. I checked my phone; one missed call from Sade. I put it off, my mind still tangled in thoughts of dropping packages and dodging bullets. The streets demanded my focus, especially with Cortez on the prowl, but the sound of Sade's laughter echoed in my ears.

I decided to visit Pierre in the Keys. He always had a way of putting things into perspective—a mentor and friend who taught me the intricacies of the drug game. The drive down felt long and lonely, my thoughts flickering back to Sade. Why did she hold such a power over me?

Pierre's place was a haven amidst potential chaos—a sprawling estate hidden from prying eyes. He greeted me with a nod, his presence both reassuring and intimidating. "You look troubled, my friend."