Beatrice

(2.) Anytime now.

Beatrice POV

Louis was dealing with business down at one of his "sex houses" as I call it. One of the ladies he was pimping out fucked up this rich man's dick and hit him till he bled cause he put his thingy in the wrong hole.

I on the other hand was at a large gala/club a couple blocks down with some of my friends. The gala supplied big bags of weed. Pounds of it and the alcohol was hitting just right. I despise Tobacco, cigars, and cigarettes. They make a person look dirty and broke. They also don't have any type of effect other than have people thinking you look cool.

Me and my friends rolled up fat blunts and smoked them, singing along with the ladies singing jazz on stage. White people glared at us, but this was New Orleans. They were all acting like they had fists up their asses, acting like they never acted like this before. Unfortunately, the only thing that was different was that they acted like this as white people. My friends and I are doing it as Black folk, now we're automatically the villains.

We all just got our hair done at my mother's hair salon that was very well known and success. I got my retwists and all my friends got their silk presses. We were looking sexy and making money, that was something to celebrate.

These white people should be lucky that we are celebrating for a reason because if it was up to me, black people, black women, would be celebrated everyday for no particular reason at all. We deserve that, but people aren't ready for that conversation yet.

We all realize that we were not wanted at the gala so we gladly took our leave and drove off in the Rolls Royce we earned.

We loudly and drunkenly sung songs, taking more hits of the good stuff and cruising down streets and cities. Unfortunately, my friends had to make this girls night out, not about just girls anymore. Typical. I really need some new friends.

"Ooh stop the car~" Tracy said, poking her head past the car door boundaries. Breaking her neck for a limp dick, no good negro. He was known for sleeping with everyone, honestly everything he came across. A damn shame

"Tracy are we seriously doing this, I gotta head back to Louis." I say, annoyed. She's always wasting her time with people who waste her time. I take another hit of my blunt, feeling my eyes get droopier.

More men started to gather around my car, hitting on my friends and they all gave in and started to leave the car one by one. Leaving me by myself. Typical. I really need some new friends.

I sigh, "Guys? Tracy? Are y'all just gonna leave me alone and do this irresponsible ass shit?" I ask them, feeling a bit hurt.

"I'm sorry, mom, but I'm a grown woman. I'll come see you tomorrow, Beatrice." Tracy said as she was getting groped by two different men. Calling me mom to make fun of me for caring about her. All my other friends laughed.

I rolled my eyes and drove off. Well at least they're happy. People actually hit on them. They damage their hair everyday to meet people's standards and get dates. I turn people away with my locs, or just my style in general. It's never seemed to turn away Louis though.

Heading to where Louis was I mentally face palm myself as I see Paul (Louis' brother), preaching to a prostitute. I stop my car and run up to Paul to get him to stop, seeing that he was aggravating her. Louis comes out and sees this after I already tried to get involved.

As I tried to move Paul away from the prostitute, he became more aggressive and started to shove his way to the lady. I start using more force and eventually it becomes a wrestling match. That leads to Paul slapping me, I immediately punch him dead in his jaw. That sends him flying to the concrete and I get on top of him, throwing more blows.

"Who the fuck do you think you are smacking me like that, nigga!?" I exclaim, throwing more blows.

Louis rushes to me and Paul and pulls me off of Paul. Paul, with a busted lip, and bruised cheek, gets up and grabs his bible. He walks toward the prostitute one more time, but before he could, Louis takes his cane and pulls out a knife on Paul.

Everyone gasps. I mentally gasp because Paul was getting on my last nerve. I hear Louis tell Paul to go home and that's what he does.

After the situation deescalated, Louis lit a cigarette and came to check on me. He grabbed both sides of my face checking for marks or bruises. I shooed his hands away. He paused and looked at me.

"What's that smell? Is that you? What have you been smoking. And look at what it's done did to your eyes. They're as red as beets." Louis said, scolding you.

"I'm grown. I know my limits and my worth when it comes to drugs and you can do so much better than cigarettes. You're a pimp Louis, this just ain't it." I retaliate, taking the cigarette out of Louis' mouth and putting it out on the floor.

Louis rolls his eyes and slightly smiles. "We should head home. I need to explain to Mawma what happened to Paul when she sees what you did to his face." Louis throws shade at me while sticking out his elbow for me to hold onto.

I grab his arm and he walks me to my car. He then gets into his and we both drive back to Mawma's house.

III person POV

As Beatrice and Louis walk back to their cars to end the night, a blonde man was watching and admiring their every move the whole time. Admiring how Beatrice could hold her own and stand her ground, and how fierce Louis was in that little situation.

As they walked past him, he took off his hat and watched every movement they made in awe. His large black pupils grew larger.

His desire for the two grew stronger than ever.