ARE YOU DOWN
Chapter 5 : The Morning After
Riqo Point Of View
The city was alive tonight. The air smelled like money and bad decisions, the kinda mix that made a nigga feel untouchable. I slid into my black SRT, my hands grippin' the wheel as I backed out the lot. My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. I already knew who it was—money talkin'.
Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up to the spot, a little side lounge we used for meetups. My right-hand nigga, Saint, was already outside, posted up by the door, a blunt tucked behind his ear.
"Aye, you late, nigga," he joked, dapin' me up when I stepped out the car.
I smirked. "Had to eat."
Saint side-eyed me. "Nigga, you was eatin' or eatin'?"
I chuckled, shakin' my head as I pulled my hoodie up. "Chill."
We walked inside, headin' toward our usual booth in the back. This was one of our lowkey spots—only certain niggas knew about it, which is how I liked it. Some soft R&B played in the background, hookah clouds thick in the air, and the scent of perfume and champagne mixed together.
Saint sat down, stretchin' his arms across the booth. "So, what's the move?"
"Gotta check in with my peoples, make sure that last drop went smooth." I leaned back, watchin' the room. "Shit been too quiet lately."
Saint nodded. "Yeah, that's why I been keepin' tabs. Word is them other niggas been tryna creep up on our side, movin' reckless."
I sucked my teeth. "That's gon' be a problem."
Before I could say anything else, a voice cut through the noise.
"Well, well, well... if it ain't Riqo."
I already knew who it was before I turned my head.
Kiara.
This bitch.
She strutted up, heels clickin' against the floor like she owned the place. She was rockin' a tight-ass dress, one of them short numbers that barely covered her ass. Her nails was long, lashes even longer, and her red lipstick was damn near leavin' stains on her own glass as she sipped her drink.
She stopped right next to me, runnin' her fingers across my shoulder. "Damn, boy. You really been ghostin' me like that?"
I leaned back, givin' her a blank stare. "Ain't got time for no extra shit, Kiara."
She pouted, slidin' her hands down my arm like she had the right. "That's crazy... 'cause last time I checked, you used to make plenty of time for me."
Saint chuckled under his breath, enjoyin' the show.
I exhaled through my nose, already annoyed. "Yeah, and last time I checked, we ain't have nothin' to talk about."
She tilted her head, smirkin'. "Mmm, that so?"
Then, bold as fuck, she sat herself down right next to me, pressin' her body against mine.
I felt my jaw clench.
This was exactly the type of shit I ain't got time for.
But before I could say anything, my phone buzzed.
Juicy.
I glanced at the screen, then back at Kiara.
Yeah... this was about to be a problem.
