She's always been off-limits to everyone on the block-until a fearless new guy moves in and changes the rules.
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The Plug's Daughter Chapter 30: A Brawl Was Had Bali, Indonesia
Alazhá's POV:
The hidden beach club was straight-up vibes. The ocean breeze mixed with the heat from the crowd, the bass from the speakers shaking the sand under their feet, and the liquor was flowing.
Alazhá had lost count of how many shots they'd taken, but all she knew was that the world was spinning just enough to make her feel good. Mariah was deep in her element, hyping everybody up while they danced, and Zori was in her "main character" bag, getting her best angles for her Insta stories.
Meanwhile, Keisha?
That girl was gone.
Literally.
"Where the hell is Keisha?" Alazhá asked, turning in circles, scanning the crowd.
Zori, mid recording a vid, barely glanced up. "That ho found her some fine shit and dipped. I saw her in the VIP with some tall, dark-skin nigga flashing tf out his chain. Nigga lucky we in Bali he would've been robbed immediately."
Mariah stopped dancing. "So she just left us? With no text? No 'I'll be back'?"
Zori shrugged. "I mean...he was fine. Like, NBA contract fine. She might be in love."
Mariah sucked her teeth. "Keisha 'in love' every other weekend. She need to tighten up w that weird shi shawt be trippin."
Alazhá shook her head. "She better bring her ass back, 'cause I ain't tryna be lookin' for nobody tonight."
"She grown," Zori said. "Let her live."
Alazhá rolled her eyes but let it go. Keisha could do whatever she wanted, but if her ass got stranded in Bali, that was on her.
The girls went back to dancing, letting the music take over. They was rapping every word, laughing, throwing ass it was a movie.
But then he came.
Alazhá felt him before she even saw him a man stepping a little too close, hovering like he had a right to be in her space.
She turned around, already annoyed.
"Damn, ma," the man slurred, his breath straight Hennessy and ass. "You look too good to be over here by yourself."
She forced a polite smile. "I ain't by myself."
He looked around. "Your friends don't count."
She deadpanned. "They do to me."
He chuckled like she was joking and stepped closer. "Lemme buy you a drink."
"I'm good."
"C'mon, don't do me like that."
She took a step back. "I said I'm good tf wrong wit you."
