Tears of a Clown

9

I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun,

I took the harder way

12 pulled me over caught me with the dope,

they took my hard away...

The club was packed wall to wall as Derez Deshon's hit "Hardaway" vibrated through the walls. Gunna stood in a window in the owner's office that overlooked the entire club and vibed to the song. Although he never sold drugs, the lyrics were still relatable and he fucked with the song heavy.

Gunna felt cursed from birth. He was born addicted to heroine to a mother who didn't give a shit about anything other than her next hit. He definitely took the harder way.

Silas saved Gunna, but he couldn't protect him from the demons he was still fighting.

Dressed in all black with a mug that read Don't fuck with me plasterd across his face, Gunna looked more like security than a regular patron. His mind was on nothing other than kicking it with Olivia while Silas handled business.

A knock at the door caught Gunna's attention and caused him to clutch the pistol that was resting on his waist. Si shot him a look that read be cool just as Andre, the owner of the club, got up and let a bottle girl in.

The waitress instantly focused her attention on Gunna. He eyed her for a brief second before turning his attention back towards the window.

"You guys need anything else?" She asked, purposely lingering hoping to grab Gunna's attention.

Silas saw what was up and tried helping her out. A pretty distraction would definitely do Gunna some good.

"Gun, you straight?" He asked. Gunna replied yeah without even turning around. He was hipped to the game and tonight he wasn't in the mood to play.

"Well alright, just call if you need anything else." She voiced, backing out of the office.

Andre grabbed the bottle of Remy from the bucket of ice and poured up three cups. Silas tossed one back before grabbing the other.

Dre laughed. "Damn, you not sharing with ya mans?" He motioned towards Gunna.

"He don't drink." Si replied throwing the other drink back.

That was half true. Gunna wasn't one to indulge outside of his home. The only thing he'd do was hit a blunt, but only if he rolled it. Sharing his shit was also out of the question.

People moved funny and he was without a doubt a walking target. Just because niggas didn't have the heart to touch him, didn't mean they wouldn't try some shit if they felt like Gunna was thrown off his game.

He was cool on that shit.

Eyeing the crowd intently Gunna spotted her. It was crazy how in a room full of people Olivia had the ability to stand out.

She was dressed in an all white one piece halter pants set. The pants portion had slits up the sides that stopped right at her thighs. It almost looked like a skirt. Olivia's long hair was in bouncy curls, flowing down her back. The outfit was revealing, but not trashy.

Gunna licked his lips at the sight of her thighs and wondered what they'd feel like wrapped around him. He stood and observed her turning down niggas left and right before deciding to make his presence known.

"Si, you good here?" Gunna asked, never taking his eyes off Olivia.

Silas had already expressed that he and Dre went way back, but Gunna didn't trust a soul. It be the niggas you come up with that'll be the first to place you in a sticky situation. He wasn't taking any chances.