No Love Allowed.

Wild for the night.

At last.

We were here, after about half an hour drive we were finally here.

Amani and I pulled over and headed to the club. The loud music roared through the night as we walked over closer towards the big building.

"Beverly hills nightclub." I read the flashing billboard title on the building.

"One of the hottest clubs in harlem." Amani added.

We walked and went to the very back of the line as we waited to enter.

"How do you know that though?" I asked.

Amani looked at me then shook her head. She chuckled lowly and licked her lips.

"Let's just say I was a bit of a wild girl before Rakim came into my life."

There she goes again. Rakim this, Rakim that.

I wasn't jealous or anything but damn, Rakim sure had a major impact in her life because the way she spoke, was as if she was some lost stray dog before she met this nigga.

I decided to bite my tongue and just nod, it wasn't worth all the questions.

The line moved up until it was our turn to present IDs. As I was grabbing mine from my purse, I heard Amani squeal loudly.

"Holy shit, Will!" She screamed and the club bouncer pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Amani, damn girl where you been.. I don't see you around no more."

Amani giggled as she pulled from the embrace and began explaining herself.

I, on the other hand, I was just astonished. This clearly meant that Amani was no stranger to these streets, people actually fvcked with this girl. She was known.

Maybe she wasn't as innocent and reserved as I'd thought she was from the beginning.

After that little reunion we finally got into the club as we strutted like two baddies walking through a runaway. There was something about just being at a party or club that made me feel some typa way about myself, it made me feel confident.

We made our way to the bar real quick, to release any tension or worries that would interrupt our fun time. I ordered a strong vodka shot. Just one for me, but for Amina one seemed to turn into six. You could say I'm a bad friend for letting her down those shots like they weren't nothing, but tonight was all about risks. Whatever happens, happens. Besides, this just meant that I'd have to take care of her and I honestly didn't mind.

The blaring music and smell of alcohol and weed intoxicated my senses as me and Amani moved through the grinding bodies. Amani took my hand as she lead me to a dance circle.

Once we stood aside and watched some dudes dance, the crowd cheering, I noticed Amani tie up her hair in a bun.

I widened my eyes. "My bitch about to kill it, or nah?"

She smirked and clicked her tongue as she passed me her purse. "You already know."

"Ahhhhhhh HA!" I stuck my tongue out as the DJ cut the song and switched it up.