In Love With A Street Nigga

Chapter 4

***Picture Of Razell***

Razell POV

I sat in the VIP section of Lush bobbin my head to Kevin Gates Get up on Level as I puffed on my blunt. This was one of the nights where I was really just chillen, I had knocked six different niggas off in the past two days. Another one of my damn traps had been hit and I was still looking for the niggas that had hit my shit but tonight, I was just chillen with my niggas. Don't get me wrong though, my guard was always up, I still had that heat on me and so did all my niggas. I just sat back and watched the scene infront of me. I watched niggas chop it up and bitches be thirsty. I looked across the room and noticed three females posted at the private bar. To my surprise, it wasn't no niggas over there they was all bad as fuck. I aint have no bitch and I aint wont one but a nigga wouldn't mind getting some new pussy. Michelle ass starting to work my damn nerves. This bitch think I'm her nigga or some shit. I was about to send a round of drinks over to the females at the bar when Michelle came over and plopped her fat booty ass in my lap. Even though her ass get on my nerves, the bitch was bad and she was down for whatever. "Hey baby" she whispered in my ear. "Wassam" I responded dryly. "Baby im horny, I need to be fucked" she told me as she slid my hand up her dress so that I could feel her wetness. "Oh yea?" I said smirking at her. "Yea daddy, I need you to fuck me real good tonight" she whispered swiping her tongue against my lips. I leaned back in my seat and laughed to myself. I was gone fuck Michelle tonight but I was still on a mission to get some new pussy. I looked back toward the bar and caught the three girls seductively swaying and dancing to Teyanna Taylor's Maybe. I was about to turn my attention back to Michelle horny ass but something about one of the women caught my attention. The one wearing the black dress looked just like the girl from the corner store the other night. I couldn't help but laugh as I replayed that night in my mind. I still couldn't her ass said I saved her. The fuck I look like, my name aint no damn superman.

I studied the girl a little more attentively though. A nigga cant even front, the bitch was bad. Shit she looked good when I first seen her in the store but ion let these hoes know that. I'm too stiff for that shit. At the end of the day, these hoes just want a nigga money. I believe she said her name was Christina or some shit. She was a sexy ass lil brown skin she stood at maybe 5'5 with medium length hair. She had a bad ass lil body. Small waist with a fat ass and some perky titties. From what I could see she had a back piece. It was something about bad bitches with tattoos; that shit too damn sexy. That dress she had on was hitting her in all the right places. It was black, super tight, and the whole back was out. She aint look like the rest of these club hoes. She look sexy but she was conservative at the same time kept a nigga wondering.

"Razell..." Michelle purred in my ear. "Wussup?" "When we gone leave?" she asked grinding her ass on my dick. "I aint ready to go yet I'll let yo ass know when I am" I hissed at her. She sucked her teeth and got up out my lap leaving VIP.

Christina POV

Me and the girls was having a good time in the club tonight. We just chillen up in VIP as usual enjoying the scene and dancing to the music. We were at the bar when one of the servers came up to us with a tray of "Pink Panties" I looked at the girls and they looked back at me. "We didn't order these" I told him. "Yes ma'am that gentlemen over there sent these. He said its his gesture for saving your life..." I looked in the direction where the guy had nodded. Razell along with some of his potnas was sitting on a couch on the other side of the room smirking at me. I turned my attention back to the guy holding the drinks. "You can take those back and tell that nigga It was luck remember." I looked toward Razell and threw my finger up making him and his friends laugh. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the girls. "Who the fuck is that?" Lailah asked nodding toward Razell nem. "That's Razell I said dry and non-chalantly. Their eyes widened. "Bitch you lyin" Maliyah said. "Girl I be seeing him around all the time I just never knew his name. He paid though and he fine as fuck." I just rolled my eyes and kept moving my hips to the music. "Hell yeah he got some fine ass friends too girl. The light skin one can get this issue Lailah said as she licked her lips. I turned my attention back toward Razell nem my eyes landing on the dude Lailah was eyeballing. I assumed that's who I saw him with that night of the shooting.

As the night came to an end, the girls and I walked out the club to our cars; the parking lot was still full. Niggas was trying to get bitches to go home with them, and bitches was lurking for the niggas with the fattest wallet to go home with. We were walking through the parking lot past a group of niggas when I heard one of them say "I like how you aint accept a nigga drinks." I stopped and turned around to face Razell. "See I would have but, I don't respond well to assholes." I said to him rolling my eyes with my hands on my hips. "Damn girl calm down, a nigga was just tryna give you a piece of mind since I saved your life" he said slightly chuckling at that last part. "well thank you but no thanks you can keep your little gestures Im good on my end" I said to him before I flipped my hair and walked off toward my car.