The loud sounds of breaking glass and screaming wake me up from my sleep. Turning over, I check my phone and see that it's 5:00am. Sighing loudly, I get up and walk to the kitchen where I see Ariyah breaking plates, crying, and shakily violently.

"Girl, what the hell wrong with you?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest and leaning on the counter.

"Y-you!! That's whats wrong with me! You've ruined my fucking life!" She says as she throws a plate at my head, but I dodge it and watch it shatter.

"Ariyah, everything isn't about you!! I did what was best for me so get the fuck over it. You've already overstepped your boundaries by breaking windows at Milani's dance studio and putting shit on the wall. You lucky Ian let her beat yo ass."

"Fuck you and that raggedy ass bitch!! I'll take her ass to court if she touches me." She says before cleaning up her mess and continuing to pack the dishes she bought.

"You can be pissed at me all you want, but leave her out of our shit. She's not the reason I broke up with you. I've been wanting to end it for a while, even before I knew her. We aren't compatible anymore, Ariyah. I still got love for you, but I can't spend the rest of my life with you."

Her eyes fill with tears as I try to console her, but she pushes me away. Damn, I guess I really did hurt her. I still don't feel bad though because it is what it is. Just as I'm about to walk back to the bedroom, there's a knock on my door.

"What the fuck you doing here?" I ask, looking back at Holloway.

"You mind if I come in so we can talk?"

"Yeah, I do. You can talk without coming in here."

Holloway laughs dryly at my seriousness. "So how much this house cost? It looks too expensive for a hood rat like you."

"Holloway, I swear to God, I'd beat the shit outta you if you wasn't a pig. Unless you got word about my bar, we ain't got shit to talk about. The price of my house is none of your damn business, hoe ass nigga."

"Watch your mouth, boy. Don't make me rough yo ass up again and actually, I do have word on it. We didn't find anything leading to you and Brandon so you're free to open up." He smirks. "I'll catch your ass one day. You better watch yo back."

Slamming the door in his face, I jog upstairs to my phone and immediately call Brandon; telling him to meet me at the bar. After taking a shower and getting dressed in a black and red Nike shirt, jeans, and white forces, Ariyah stops me as I'm headed out the door.

"Drummer, where you going? To be with your new bitch?" She asks with her arms folded across her chest.

"Whatever I do, is not yo concern anymore. Focus on packing your shit so you can be outta here soon. You getting on my damn nerves." I say before leaving the house and getting into my car.

The quick drive to Ray's is smooth and calm which makes me happy. It's nice to have some peace and quiet.

"You late, ugly ass nigga." Brandon tells me, shaking my hand.

"Nigga, fuck you. Lets clean this shit up. I wanna open back up tonight. I was gone call everybody in to help, but Ian tryna hear all the questions and shit so we gotta get our story straight."

Brandon picks up a spray bottle and cleaning supplies before wiping everything down while I sweep up broken glass then straighten up the tables.

"Drummer, I'm a fucking genius. Since we can't let nobody know that we know about Jarell shooting the bar up, we gone tell everybody that two drunk niggas got into it because one nigga thought the other was fucking his bitch. They got rowdy and started shooting. The nigga was too drunk to aim correctly so bullets started flying everywhere."

Nodding my head, I think about the story. "Shid, that'll work. The story wasn't nothing extravagant though nigga so I wouldn't say you're a genius. You did aite."

"You a hater." He laughs then pours us both a shot that we gulp down quickly and continue working. "So wassup with you and Ariyah? Why she do that shit to Milani studio? That was fucked up."

"Honestly man, ain't nothing up with us. The other night after we left Tony's fucked up ass dinner. We had a heart to heart and I let her know that I didn't wanna be with her anymore. I ended shit between us and told her she gotta pack her shit and leave. I came clean about everything I been doing with Milani and let Ariyah know that I still had love for her, but I couldn't spend my life being unhappy. I told her I was going to get the woman I wanted then I went to chill with Lani so that's why she did that to the studio." I explain as I dumped the glass into the big trashcan.

"Damn D, I can't believe you finally let her go. It's been a long time coming though because you've been pretending to be happy for a while. Ariyah will get over it eventually and realize it was for the best. That was a major move. I'm proud of you, bruh. So what you and Milani gone do? I know you feeling betrayed because she tried to set you up. You gone be the bigger man and work on trusting her? Or it's fuck her? I'm cool with either one. Just know if it's fuck her, you owe me my money for that bet we made."

Brandon and I sit down then start rolling up as a reward for spending three hours cleaning up the bar.

I laugh at his dumb ass, still worried bout that bet. I actually had forgot about it. "Preciate it and ion know what to do. I want her, but at the same time, ima always think about her tryna set me up."

Passing the blunt back to Brandon, he smokes it for a bit before speaking, "Yeah, I understand that, but trust is earned. You gotta give her the chance to earn it. Just think about this, if you had the opportunity to keep yourself outta jail by setting up somebody that you don't even know, would you do it?"

"True true...Hell, yeah. I'd do it. Well, when you put it like that, I can understand why she did it and I know how Holloway gets down so she probably had no other choice."

"Exactly." Brandon shrugs, knowing he's right about the situation. "Man, I can't wait till we get Holloway, Tony, and Jarell asses outta this city."

"Me too. In due time, nigga. In due time." I say as I get up and use my phone to call everybody in.

I also call a few niggas and bitches I'm cool with and tell them to get the word out, about the reopening of the bar.

"So, what's yo first step to mend yo situationship with Milani?"

"Nigga, you been asking me too many damn questions, but if you must know, she offered me head in return for going to her mama's house this weekend and pretending to be her man. My plan was to go and act a fool to embarrass her, but after talking to you, ima do right." I admit as I greet the employees who come into the door then let Brandon tell them the fake story we came up with.

"Drummer, you know damn well Milani ain't the type to give out free head. Her freaky ass gone break yo tongue off in her pussy." Brandon laughs loudly, taking multiple shots.

"Shid, that's a win win if you ask me. This tongue gone have her ass in love. First ima have my tongue in it, next thing you know we gone be fucking like rabbits."

We talk a lil bit longer before I head back home, and change clothes; glad that Ariyah isn't home. Once I'm finished, I get into my car and call Milani.

"Hello?" She answers, groggily.

"Wassup, you good?"

"Yeah, I was sleep. Why'd you call?"

"My bar is reopening tonight and I wanted you to come through. Come have a good time with me then later we can chill and talk." I say as I step out of my car, walk inside; multiple bitches speaking to me.

"Awwwwwww I guess the baby isn't mad at me anymore." She laughs, making me scoff. "But nah forreal, I'll be there."

"Bet."

Hanging up the phone, I walk upstairs and watch the bar began to fill up. The music plays loudly as I roll a blunt and start smoking it then take 5 shots of Dussé.

"This shit packed out. I really didn't think nobody would show. You know how folks be scared and shit after a shooting." Brandon says as he stands next to me.

"Exactly." I nod, high as hell.

"Get yo ass down here and spit some game. You single, nigga. Until you and Lani make shit official, you can do whatever you wanna do."

"Nah, I'm good. There go my woman, right there."

Brandon's eyes follow mine to the door where Milani walks in wearing a tight ass, red one piece that has crossing over the stomach; showing off her smooth skin. The outfit hugs her curves in all of the right places, making me forget all about not trusting her. Walking downstairs, I lick my lips as I pull her into me; inhaling her perfume.

"Damn, you look good as hell." I whisper in her ear.

"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself." She whispers back after looking at my black button down, black jeans, gold chain, gold hoop earrings, and Chelsea boots. "Now, buy me some drinks and smoke me out since you were so rude to me yesterday."

"No problem, love."

I walk us to the bar and grab us a bottle of Barcardi then we go to a booth. On our way there, I stop one of my workers and tell him to grab my stash from my office. Once he brings it back, I start rolling up while Milani takes shots like it's nothing. She's taken at least 7 within 3 minutes. Just as I'm about to lick the wood, she snatches it from my hand and does it herself.

"I bet you wish I was licking and sucking on you like that." She smirks, rubbing my dick under the table; making me hard as fuck.

"Don't start nun, you can't finish." I tell her, pushing her hand off me and lighting the blunt; knowing damn well I'm already fucked up.

My eyes are low and heavy as I watch her get up from her spot and get into my lap, facing me. She starts placing kissing on my neck as she grinds her hips into me; almost making me moan. She so damn sexy.

"Milani, get yo drunk ass off me. I gotta go piss."

Hurriedly standing up, I walk to the bathroom trying to act unfazed by my dick trying to bust outta my pants. I look into the mirror and smile at myself for acting like a simp. I can't believe Milani got me feeling like this.

"You missed me?" I ask Milani as I slide back into the booth, smiling goofily.

"I guess you had to go calm that dick down huh? I got you feeling some of way? If I do, you can tell me."

She says as she starts to kiss my neck again, running her manicured nails down my chest where I have my shirt unbuttoned.

Just as I'm about to feed into her games, my blurry eyes shift to the door where I see Holloway and Ariyah walking inside, holding hands. My blood begins to boil because I know she's only with him to get back at me.

"I'll be back." I say loudly, making Milani figure out what I'm looking at. Shaking her head, she grabs my arm, "Drummer, don't go over there and start no shit. You gone fuck the plan up if you start fucking with him."

"Milani, I'm good. Let me go."

I snatch away from her and walk over to the dirty cop and the dumb bitch; trying not to punch Holloway in the face and swing Ariyah into the wall by her hair.

"Y'all ain't coming in here. Aye, Bruce. Gone escort Holloway and his trick outta here. Ariyah, lemme holla at you before you go though."

Before Holloway can respond, Bruce, the buff ass bouncer starts pushing him out of the club and Ariyah tries to follow him, but I stop her and back her into the wall.

"What the fuck you think you doing, Ariyah? I know you mad, but you ain't stupid so stop making dumb ass decisions. That nigga ain't no good and you know it." I breathe in her face.

"Whatever I do, is not yo concern anymore." She says, using my own words on me.

"That's realll cute, but I'm being serious right now. You gone get yourself caught up in some shit, you can't get out of."

"Well Dallas, let me do what ima do. Worry about yourself and I'll worry about me." Ariyah tells me as she walks off, but I grab her again.

Before I can say anything to her, Milani walks up to me and wraps her arms around my waist. "Is there a problem, baby?"

"No, It's all good. I was just leaving. Just know if he wouldn't commit to a classy woman like myself, he'll never commit to a slutty, dirty bitch like you." Ariyah shrugs, breaking out of my hold.

Taking her hands off me, Milani gets into Ariyah's face and punches her in the jaw; making my eyes buck. The two of them start fighting and I watch as Milani gives her the ass whooping she was talking about at the studio. I don't even get the chance to break them up because Brandon comes running towards us like a maniac, easily pulling them apart then pushing Milani into me and dragging Ariyah out of the door.

"That shit ain't cool, D. You need to put Ariyah in her place." Brandon tells me as I just blink then he turns to Milani and says, "Lani, you see Ariyah fucking with the pigs now, so don't be putting yo hands on her. She gone have yo ass locked up." He tells her while she just focuses on fixing her hair.

"Man, take y'all drunk, high asses home. Y'all too fucked up and ain't thinking straight. I'll handle shit here." Brandon says angrily.

Although, I'm having a hard time focusing and shit right now, I trust Brandon so I grab Milani's hand and we both walk back to our cars.

"Can you drive yourself home or you too fucked up?" I ask, staring into her low eyes. "Awww naw, you too fucked up. I'll drive yo car and we can leave mine here for the night."

Milani just nods her head and gives me her keys. As soon as I start driving she starts to fall asleep, but I wake her up.

"Nah Lani, wake up. That shit wasn't cool. You was all up on me calling me baby. You knew that shit would piss Ariyah off and that's why you did it." I shake my head.

"You damn right. I could've did much worse to that bitch. You better be glad I didn't break her fucking nose for messing up my studio." She says with her arms folded.

"You gone have to stop that shit. I don't like women that keep up drama. It's annoying."

"Nigga, Fuck you. I don't give a damn what you like. I'm my own person and ima do whatever I wanna do."

Pulling up at her house, I drag her inside and carry her to the bedroom; throwing her on the bed and climbing on top of her.

"Who the fuck you think you was talking to in that car?" I ask as I untie the strings around her back with my teeth and kiss down her stomach, making her moan.

The top part of her outfit falls down and I lick my lips at her pierced nipples as I take one into my mouth and massage the other with my finger tips then switch. I run my hands down her body as I help her get completely undressed, leaving her in only her thong. She massages my dick through my pants as I put hickeys on her neck and put my hand into her thong ; feeling her wetness.

"Ah shit. That liquor running through me, I gotta piss." I groan and jog to the bathroom.

By the time I'm out, Milani is knocked the fuck out so I find a big t shirt in her drawer and put it on her then cover her up. Taking my shirt and pants off, I slide into bed next to her and fall asleep almost instantly.