𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝘼𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 | 𝙔𝘽

𝟬𝟬𝟱

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"And how much shit you done bought her?" Ben asked, counting through a stack.

"Shii, just the car and the Birkin." Mani huffed out, taking another puff of the blunt.

"And when you saw her?"

"At the airport. Couldn't even take my eyes off ha, I just followed her straight to her house."

"Crazy nigga shit." Ben laughed, taking the blunt from Mani.

"I ain't crazy, I just go fa what I want. Ion see the problem." He shrugged.

"And that's the problem." Ben shook his head, standing up and grabbing his stacks.

"Mane, nigga shut up." Mani sucked his teeth.

"A nigga playing witchu, mane. Chill at." Ben laughed at Mani before walking out of Mani's room.

It was true, Mani did just meet her at the airport. He didn't even meet her—he saw her. She was so beautiful to him he had to know who she was.

That same day he had his driver follow her home and also follow her around the mall. That's how he found out she wanted the car.

She attracted him in the weirdest way. Just looking at her got him hard. No other female had that effect on him, so of course he wanted to know who she was.

But he was gonna take his time. He noticed what she was famous for—and it was for being pretty—so he thought he'd buy her heart with gifts.

He looked down at his phone, Lani already being his lock screen—a picture he got from her Instagram.

He opened his phone, checking the Apple Tag he put on the car, the location placed at her house.

He checked the second location of her phone tracker. It placed her at a club. He scrunched his face up.

"Ahh, hell nah." He whispered, shooting up out his seat and walking out of his room.

Walking into his garage, he grabbed a random set of keys. Clicking the button, his all-red G-Wagon lit up, making him walk toward it to get in.

He clicked the garage button, opening the garage and quickly backing out.

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Pulling up to the club, the line to get in was wrapped around the corner—which didn't bother Mani.

He got out the car, walking up to the door, giving a nod to the security guard and walking past to go in. He could hear all the people outside talking shit because they had to wait.

He searched around the club a little, trying to see if he could spot Lani. Looking up at the VIP section, he spotted the short girl waving her hips with a Patrón bottle in her hand.

Mani couldn't do anything but smile. She was so gorgeous to him. His smile quickly faded at her outfit. He didn't want anybody looking at what was his.

Although she didn't know she was his, she would soon realize.

He walked through the crowd to the bar, sitting down on a stool.

"Hello, can I get anything for you, sir?" The bartender spoke seductively.

He ignored her, his focus solely on Dalani.

He watched for a while, eventually seeing another short girl get behind Lani as she started to throw ass. He scrunched his face up, not liking how the girl was touching her, but stayed in his seat since he didn't want to meet her just yet.

"Sir, only people who are buying can sit at the bar." The bartender spoke rudely, causing Mani to grab a stack out his pants and slam it on the counter.

"Can you shut the fuck up?" He turned to mug her, causing her to scoff and walk away.

He returned to look at Lani, only to see her gone. He quickly shifted his eyes around the club, searching for her.

Everybody in the section she was in was gone. He had only been there about 30 minutes, and he didn't know when she first got there, so he just assumed they left.

Leaving out the club, he got back in his car, checking her location. Seeing her moving in the direction toward her house, he decided to just go home.

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Mani pulled into the driveway of his home, getting out of the car and walking into the house.

It was empty, per usual. He hated being surrounded by people, but he did love his brothers regardless.

He set his keys down, walking toward his room. Stripping from his clothes, he turned on the shower, letting it heat up before getting in.

Lathering his body, the thought of Lani flashed across his mind. The tight dress she wore at the club, her pretty full lips, the little mole that resided on her bottom lip.

His dick quickly got hard within the little thoughts about her. "Shit." He looked down at his hard-on.

Finishing up in the shower, he got out, drying off.

Mani never touched himself. He could go out and get pussy whenever he wanted to. In Miami, bitches loved him.

He was a quiet killer. Everybody knew he killed people, and that's what turned girls on—the fact that they knew he could protect them.

But also the fact he kept quiet about it. And although everybody in the hood knew it was him, nobody could ever pin him to anything—being that he never left a trace of a body.

Walking over to the bed, he got in naked. He never slept with clothes on; it made him uncomfortable.

He went to check Lani's security cameras before going to sleep, to make sure she was safe.

He clicked through his phone, clicking the different camera angles, landing on the one in her bedroom. The videos didn't have sound yet, being that they were still being installed, but he could see clearly what was going on.

Lani and Tiny resided on the bed, both naked and drunk—Tiny on her back as Lani gave her a devil-looking head.

His mouth dropped at the sight, his face quickly scrunching up in disgust. He didn't like that. He didn't think he would have to share her with her best friend.

He hoped this was just a one-night drunk thing, 'cause he wouldn't be able to handle it if it was constant. He turned his phone off, setting it on the nightstand before slowly closing his eyes and letting the sleep take over him.

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