After we left the get together we chilled at the hotel that Aunt Mo brought for a few nights. But that was hours ago.

Now it's 10:30 and me and Queen were sneaking out of the room.

"Do you got the hotel key?" I asked while whispering. I glanced back at Aunt Mo, who was knocked out on one of the beds, before returning my attention back to Queen. She was standing by the door while putting on her heels. Once she was done she looked inside of her purse and nodded her head.

"Yeah," she whispered before handing me her phone, "can you take ah picture of me baby?"

I smiled and grabbed her phone, "Yeah hurry up."

"Okay, okay."

She posed and I quickly snapped a picture of her.

I gave her the phone back before smoothing out my dress.

"Did you wanna take ah pic before we go?" Queen questioned.

"Girl no I'm just tryna get the hell outta here. You playin' and shit."

She laughed. "Okay damn."

I opened the door and walked out into the hallway.

"Bitch you takin' ah picture today, you lookin' too sexy right now," Queen held her phone up and took a picture of me while I was looking at the floor.

"Don't have me out here lookin' stupid. Is the picture cute?"

"Yesss bitch. Now let's hurry up, the taxi should be outside."

I scrunched my face up, "Taxi? Why didn't you just call ah uber?"

"Because it will be easier to spot ah taxi in Harlem. Too many people drivin' around here to be searchin' for ah damn uber. Plus I don't trust 'em."

"Yeah, me either," I admitted.

We both walked towards the elevator at the end of the hall and got on it.

"So which club is we goin' to tonight," I asked pulling out my lip gloss.

"We goin' to the best one girl. Everybody be talkin' 'bout it, it's called Démanger."

I nodded my head as I applied some lip gloss on my full lips.

We are going out tonight since it is a Saturday night and we were back in Harlem. As soon as Aunt Mo laid down we got in the shower and by the time we both got out, she was sleep. We got dressed and did our hair and makeup, taking about two hours to finish.

I rubbed my lip gloss in before placing it back into my bag. "We finna be t'd tonight."

"I swear. Finna be takin' bitches' niggas tonight," she laughing before sticking out her tongue.

"Queen you wrong," I shook my head, smiling. The elevator dinged as the doors opened.

"Nae it ain't my fault these niggas ain't loyal."

"I guess you right," I agreed as we made our way to the front entrance of the lobby. When we stepped outside the late fall wind hit us hard causing us to shiver.

"What the fuck, I should've brought ah fuckin' coat," Queen complained.

"It ain't even that cold," I uttered while looking around for a taxi.

She smacked her lips, "Could've fooled me."

I laughed and spotted a taxi a few cars away from us. I pointed towards it, "There go th-"

I didn't even have to finish what I was saying because Queen was already walking as fast as she could in heels towards the cab. I followed behind her and soon we were both inside of the car.

"Where to ladies?" The cab driver questioned, looking at us through the rear view mirror.

"Démanger," Queen answered while rubbing her bare legs and I handed him the $2.60, in order to ride.

The driver began to drive out of the hotel parking lot and onto the busy street of Harlem. Even though it was kind of late, there was still a little bit of traffic. I'm just hoping the club is nearby because I didn't want to stay in this taxi for too long.

"I told you, you should've wore your jumpsuit instead of that skirt."

"I should've, but this outfit is cuter than the jumpsuit."

"They're both cute Queen," I laughed.

"I know, but soon we not gon' be able to wear anything short for a while. You know winters here be bad," she reminded me.

"Oh shit. I almost forgot, we been in Texas for so long I haven't even thought able winter since we moved down there."

"I know right. That's one thing I don't miss about Harlem. Their freezin' ass winters."

"For real," I agreed.

A couple minutes later we pulled up in front of the club causing me to grab my phone out of my purse and checked the time. 10:48.

"Thanks so much for the ride," Queen said while handing the driver a ten dollar bill, "you can keep the change."

He thanked her before we got out of the car. As the taxi drove off I groaned because the line at the entrance was low key long.

"Oh my gosh. We should've came earlier."

"Stop whinin' and get in line," Queen said while grabbing my hand and pulling me in line.

I could hear Rake It Up, by Yo Gotti blasting inside the club from outside. I rapped along with the lyrics as we neared the entrance slowly. When Nicki Minaj's part came up, I swayed my hips along with the beat.

Yo, yo

Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna

Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China

Lil' bad trini bitch but she mixed with China

Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China

I tell all my niggas, cut the check

Buss it down, turn your goofy down, pound

I'mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, I'm a bad bitch, I'mma throw fits on it

I'mma bust it open, I'mma go stupid and be a ditz on it

I don't date honey, cookie on tsunami

All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani

I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me

Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie

Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty

Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough

Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold

Nickname is Nicki but my name ain't Nicole

I know I was probably looking goofy out here, but I didn't give a fuck. That was my favorite part of the song.

When there was only three people in front of us, Queen turned towards me, "You got your ID?"

"Hell yeah. I ain't come all this way to not be able to come in," I laughed, but I was dead ass.

"I'm just makin' sure bitch cause I'll have to kick yo' ass if you forgot it or something," she smirked.

"You ain't kickin' shit," I said while playfully pushing her shoulder.

"Aight, damn. Almost made my short ass fall wit' yo' tall ass. Finna have yo' cousin out here lookin' stupid."

I started cracking up cause I could just imagine her falling on her ass right now.

"IDs ladies?" The security guard at the door asked.

While Queen handed hers over to him, I grabbed my ID out of my purse.

Once he was done checking it, he handed her ID back to her and I passed mine over to him. He scanned it quickly before looking up at my face and glancing down at my card again.

"Okay. Y'all good," he said before handing it back to me and stepping aside, allowing me and Queen to enter. I placed my ID back into my purse as we made our way deeper inside of the club.

"Damnnnn!" Queen hollered over Wild Thoughts, by DJ Khaled.

"Right, this club is nice as fuck," I said while glancing around, taking in the scenery.

The club had dim lighting with a big dance floor in the center of the room. A few bars circled around it along with a few tables and seats. In the far corners there were more of them for people to sit down at. There were two sets of glowing stairs that led to the VIP sections where there were champagne bottles and glasses laying around and also luxury couches spread out all over the section. Whoever the owner of this club was had some talent and decorating cause this club was so capturing.

"Lanae, fuck the club! I'm talkin' 'bout all these fine ass niggas in here," Queen yelled again snapping me out of my trance.

"You is ah mess," I laughed, but I had to admit it was some cute niggas in here. A lot of them.

"Let's go get something to drink," Queen suggested.

"Aight."

We walked over to one of the bars, avoiding the dance floor that had hell of people bumping and grinding out there.

We took a seat on some stools in front of the bar as a bartender headed in our direction.

"How are y'all ladies today," she asked politely.

"Fine, how are you?" Queen and I asked in unison.

"I'm doin' good. Y'all look mad alike, are y'all sisters?"

I laughed.

"Nah we just cousins," Queen smiled.

"I was close," she laughed, "what can I get you ladies tonight?"

"I'll like ah apple martini," Queen ordered.

"Okay and you?" The bartender asked looking at me.

"Just some cranberry juice mixed with pineapple ciroc."

Me and Queen paid for our drinks before she left to go and make them.

Usually bartenders were suppose to ask for your ID if you wanted liquor, but for some reason they never asked me and Queen. I think it's because we look older than our age.

"They never be askin' us for shit," Queen laughed.

"Right, not even once."

I noticed the bartender walking back towards us with two glasses.

"Here you guys go. Call me if you need anything else," she smiles and drops two straws in front of us before walking towards another customer.

While I'm taking my draw out the wrapper I feel eyes on me. I placed my straw in my glass and took of sip of my drink.

"Queen I feel like somebody is starin' at me," I told her in a low voice.

She smirked, "look around and see if you see anybody."

As soon as I was about to turn my head around and search, a brown skin man with waves sat beside me.

"Hey baby girl," he smiled showing off his dimples. I blushed and smiled.

"Hi."

For some reason I couldn't help, but notice how fine this man was. He was fine as wine, but that wasn't enough.

He wasn't Omari.

I sighed as I ran my hands down my face. Right now I was counting some bread inside of my office that was in the basement of Démanger.

My mind has been on Lanae ever since I left Lynn's crib. I was pissed at all of them mothafuckas cause I know they had to know that I was still searching for her, but they ain't say one word. They could've at least told me that they knew she was okay and safe.

I let everybody in the gang know to contact me as soon as they see Lanae. I was going to start looking for her in the city tomorrow and everything. Yeah, your nigga ain't on no games.

When I left the get together I came straight here and started working to distract myself from doing some stupid shit. But it wasn't really working. If anything I was getting angrier cause I kept thinking about the situation.

I leaned back in my chair and glanced at all the stacks of money that were laying on my desk. I felt my phone vibrate inside of my pocket for the hundredth time causing me to finally pull it out. I wasn't surprised when I saw 32 missed calls and 16 unread messages from Brittany.

Right when I was about to dial her number Bean barged into my office. I raised my eyebrow as I watched him try to catch his breath.

"L-la," he breathed while pointing towards the cameras that I had in the corner of the room.

"What?"

"Lanae! Nigga turn on the cameras," he blurted out causing my eyes to widen. I quickly picked up the remote and turned on the camera screens. He walked towards the screen that showed the front bar and pointed at a slim girl in an orange dress. "That's her."

I watched as the girl sipped on her drink and spoke to a man that sat right beside her. She didn't look like Lanae, she looked like a grown ass woman. "My G, is you sure that's Lanae?"

"Nigga yeah I was watchin' her for ah minute," Bean said.

I felt mixed emotions suddenly. I was hyped about finally finding her, but I was pissed about her being here at the club like she was grown or some shit. I was confused about her leaving Harlem three years ago, but I was also mad as fuck cause I been worried about her getting kidnapped or something.

I quickly stood up from the chair I was sitting on and stormed out of the office.

"Omari bruh don't do no shit stupid," Bean warned as he followed me up the stairs. I ignored him, along with all the other people I was passing, as I made my way over to the front bar.

When my eyes fell on her figure, my rage grew rapidly. Her back was to me, but I noticed her soft voice immediately as she spoke to some bitch ass nigga who was smiling all up in her face.

Before I knew it I was right behind her glaring at the nigga who was trying to spit game to her.

"Yeah, would you bless me wit'," his eyes drifted towards me as he paused, "oh wassup Lucky?"

Lucky was my street name. Most of Harlem knew me as Lucky or just called me Lucky. One day niggas just start calling me lucky because of how young I was and successful I was at running a gang. I guess the name just stuck to me.

My nose flared up as I looked the man up and down.

"Oh shit," I heard the girl beside Lanae mumble under her breathe.

"What," I heard Lanae question, still clueless about my presence.

The girl she knew stared at me with wide eyes, shocked. She must know me or something. She low key looked familiar, but I'm not sure.

Lanae finally turned her body sideways in the stool she was sitting on and glanced up at me.

I stared intensely in her eyes as she gasped in surprise.

"Aye Lucky. I ain't know she was yours my nigga, I swear," the nigga beside her rushed out as he stood up.

Without taking my eyes off Lanae's shocked ones I spat, "Get the fuck away from here before I beat yo' ass to death."

Seconds later I heard him run away from us causing Bean to burst out laughing behind me.

I grabbed one of Lanae's arms and snatched her up out of the stool, "Bring yo' ass!"

"Uh uh don't be pullin' on my cousin like that," I heard the girl she knew yell.

I ignored her as I dragged Lanae along with me, "Bean watch her cousin."

Doggin' Hoes, by Splash Rob began to blast through the club speakers causing everybody to get lit and hyped.

I continued to pull Lanae towards my office, never stopping. Once we were downstairs and inside of my office, I slammed the door shut causing her to jump.

I pushed her against the door, "Where the fuck have you been?"

She looked at me with shocked and frightened eyes, but she never said anything.

"HUH? Where yo' ass been at? I swear... Lanae you better start talkin'."

Again I was greeted with silence causing me to grow even angrier. I punched the door beside her head. She screamed as tears grew in her eyes.

It surprised me because I never ever saw Lanae cry so hard in my life. Only when her mom passed away.

I felt myself calm down as she looked up at me with tears rolling down her cheeks.

I took this time to actually take in her appearance. Her jet black hair was no longer at her shoulder blades, but it was down to her butt now. She was the same height as me with the 6-inch heels that she had on her feet. Her figure was slim, but she had a few curves on her. Judging by the dress that stuck to her body like a second layer of skin. Her skin had this glow to it, making it look crystal clear. Her eyes were still slanted like a Chinese doll and her nose was still narrow and small, but her lips seemed to have grew fuller over the years.

I realized at the moment that Lanae wasn't the little girl that I use to know. Now she was a young woman. A beautiful one at that.

"Lanae," I said lowering the bass in my voice, "where have you been?"

She sniffed, "I've been wit' my Aunt Mo."

That seemed to bring back the anger that I saw trying to hold back. "You dead ass right now?"

She nodded her head, avoiding eye contact with me.

I chuckled humorlessly, "You know that's funny cause all this time, all these years, I've been searchin' and worrin' about you. But all this fuckin' time you been wit' ah fuckin' family member. That shit hilarious ain't it?"

She gave me a weird look causing me to shake my head.

"And you wanna know some other shit? I kept my phone number the same after all 'em years hopin' one day I'll get ah call from you, but I guess the call wasn't important. Or maybe I wasn't," I continued.

"Don't say that Omari," Lanae whispered while peering down at her feet.

"Well, I guess I wasn't important. Cause I'm not even gettin' any eye contact."

She swiftly lifted her head showing me her wet face along with her red eyes.

"You are important Omari," she sobbed, "I was just scared okay? I didn't know me leavin' Harlem would effect you that much. I'm sorry! I swear, I'm so sorry!"

"Fuck outta here! You just apologizin' cause you fuckin' guilty," I spat.

"Yes, Omari! I'm guilty, but I'm also sorry. I wanted to tell you, but I would've gotten hurt more in the end," she said causing me to look at her like she grew three heads or something.

"What the fuck about me," I yelled at her, "I was hurt and fuckin' scared outta my fuckin' mind when you up and disappeared. I felt guilty cause I thought some shit happened to you, ma. I lived every single day wit' that guilt and that all could've been avoided if you would've just told me or called me when you got to wherever you was at!"