Love & War (Editing)

Chapter VIII

***3 months later***

Alex’ POV

I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of the club talking with Ant. “Yo bruh, you do understand that Chenille and Janelys gon’ kill us and possibly leave our asses if they find out what we’ve been doing for the past three months right? Especially since it’s in their club? Bruh it’s over,” Ant said to me as I hit the blunt.

“Man who the fuck are you telling? You don’t have to worry about your girl actually trying to kill you, that shit is literal in my case. I really think that Chenille will try to body my ass. You don’t even gotta worry about that shit with Janelys ol calm ass, so I don’t know why you stressin’ b,” I said to my brother shaking my head.

“Calm?! Nigga did you forget who we talkin’ about right now?” he asked choking on the smoke, laughing at what I said. “Bruh stop playin’ you know that girl calmed down once you two got together, you don't gotta worry about shit,” I said. “Nigga yes the fuck I do, she just knows better. Chenille on the other hand got ya ass scared to do anything outchea in these streets,” he replied in a laugh. “That shit ain’t funny man!” Ant laughed harder passing me the blunt.

“Yo Alex you my brother so I’m gon’ be real with you b, you sound like a bitch. How the fuck are you one of the most feared men in Miami and Chicago, but you letting your girl bitch you?” he asked still laughing. “She not bitching nothing bruh, believe that! I know how to handle her ass, but I also know what she’s capable of.” I shook my head at the thought of Chenille’s reaction if she were to find what me and this nigga Ant been doing.

For the past three months, me and Ant been moving weight in and out of their spot behind their backs and that shit has been bringing in paper like we’ve never seen before. The only fucked up part is the fact that the girls don’t know. They know that we’re moving weight and set up shop here in Miami, hell how else would we have moved them into those nice ass houses on the beach? What they don’t know though, is that we're handling business at their club and I’m sure they won’t appreciate it, but that shit is bringing in twice as much money as our other spots in Miami and Chicago. I mean think about it, there’s all types of drug dealers and dope boys coming into Legends that are just waiting for a connect that will give them grade A drugs and for the right price. Our business is at an all time high and we can’t stop now, we just can’t let the girls find out either.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I took it out and answered.

Me: “Hello?”

Chenille: ”Baby where you at? You said you’d be here in fifteen minutes.”

I could hear her pouting through the phone. I smiled to myself shaking my head.

Me: “I’m in the parking lot, I'm coming in now.”

Chenille: “Okay, hurry up!”

Me: “Aight.”

I hung up and looked over at Ant. “C’mon bro,” I said hopping out of the car.

“That nigga Dre said he gon’ be here in fifteen minutes to pick up his package,” Anthony said walking through the back door of the club. “And how the fuck he supposed to get that shit? Man didn’t we tell this nigga not to come during club hours?” I said getting aggravated.

Dre is one of our new clients and he’s been pissing me off ever since I met him, this nigga acts like he has a hearing problem or some shit. We made our rules very clear, no picking up or dropping off packages during club hours.

“Man I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with this nigga. Look I’ll handle it when he get here,” Ant said shaking his head.

We walked into the club, "Porn Star" by August Alsina blasted through the speakers. I scanned the entire room, looking for Chenille. When I spotted her on the second floor in the VIP section with a bottle of Remy Martin in her hands swaying to the music with Janelys right next to her, I already knew her ass was lit.

Once she seen me looking, she motioned for me to come to her. I tapped Ant and pointed to the VIP section. When Ant seen Janelys dancing to the music, his jaw dropped and I busted out laughing. Ol boy was damn near drooling.

We made our way up to the VIP section and I didn’t even let my presence be known, I was enjoying watching Chenille’s drunk ass dance. She had on this short, long sleeve, white dress with strips of black going down both sides. She turned around to set the bottle on the table, when she noticed me she walked over and sat on my lap.

“How long have you been watching me?” she asked in my ear. Her ass was definitely lit. I chuckled. “I’ve been watching you ever since I stepped foot into the club, how much have you had to drink?” “Not a lot...” she lied. “Look at me.”

She turned her head to look at me and hiccuped, she started giggling. “Okay maybe a little more than I should have,” she admitted, still giggling. “C’mon it’s too loud up here and we need to talk.” She stood up and I grabbed her hand leading the way to her office. “No Alex, not if you’re about to start lecturing me about drinking,” she said yanking her hand away and crossing her arms. “Man stop it that’s not what I wanna talk about just c’mon,” I lied grabbing her hand again, she knew I was about to get in her ass about doing all that damn drinking.

“And tell the bartender to bring you up some water. No more liquor for you tonight.” I could feel her roll her eyes at me.

Once we got to her office, there was a knock at the door. It was the bartender bringing Chenille’s water. She walked in backwards holding a tray with a pitcher of ice water and two cups when she turned I had to do a double take. This bitch looked too familiar, I just couldn’t remember where I knew her from.

"Thanks Mya," Chenille said sitting down in her chair behind her desk still hiccuping. "You're welcome," she said trying her best to cover her face. She scurried to the door.

"Aye um excuse me, Mya?" I called after her. She froze in her spot. "Yes, is there something I can get you?" She said turning to face me fully. "Yeah can you bring me up a glass of Hennessy?" I asked trying to stall for time until I could place her face, but I still got nothing so I left it alone. It'll come to me sooner or later. "Yeah I'll have that sent right up!" she said before turning and walking out the door.

Anthony's POV

When we walked into the club, Alex tapped me on the shoulder and pointed up at the VIP section. I looked up to see Janelys. My baby was looking right. She had on this tight ass black, strapless dress with the midsection cut out, with a gold body chain underneath. I swear I hate how good my girl looks sometimes since her ass still ain’t giving a nigga none. Be havin’ a nigga feelin’ like a dog in heat.

I’ve been a virgin for the past few months right along with her stingy ass and it ain’t been easy. A nigga already used up damn near that whole bottle of lotion fucking around with her b. I love her lil’ ass though, so I’m not rushing her into anything.

I dapped Alex once we reached the top of the steps of the VIP area. I looked around for Janelys and walked over to a spot by where she was at once I found her in the small crowd of people. I sat back in one of the couches and watched her move her hips to the beat of the song.

Her ass was turnt. She had a drink in one hand and a blunt in the other. Once she turned around and noticed that I was watching her, she smirked and walked over to me.  I smiled and started to stand up, but she pushed me back down and stood in front of me. I stared at her wondering what she was going to do.

She got in between my legs, took a hit of her blunt and bent over, blowing the smoke into my mouth. She grinned then handed me the blunt and her drink. At this point, the DJ was playing “I Luv This Shit.” She turned around and started dancing on me, shaking and bouncing her ass all in my lap. I licked and bit my lip as I watched her body move. She looked back at me a few times and kept giving me this sexy ass look. I’m not even gon’ lie she had a real nigga hard as a bitch up in the club b. When the song finished she turned around to face me and I pulled her down onto my lap.

She leaned in close to me and started kissing on my neck. I had a tight grip on her waist, when she started whispering in my ear. “I want it babe...”

“You serious baby?” I asked looking her dead in her eyes. She nodded and bit down on her bottom lip, while feeling up on Jr. through my pants. “Lets go,” I said tapping on her thigh, not trying to waste no time.

She got off of my lap and I stood up, grabbing her from behind and letting her guide me down the steps. Once we got to the first level of the club, I felt somebody grab my shoulder violently. I immediately turned around and froze once I seen who it was.