“All good, Ms. Lana,”Picosaid to her. I didn’t care to call that nigga by his real name or say it properly, because fuck him.
Nichelle looked up at me. “Why do you have to be this way?”
“You got five seconds to start walking to the car, or I promise I’m going to drag your ass to it.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Nico dared.
“Hey, hey. We not doing that. Chelle, go on and get home. We’ll see you tomorrow,” her moms told her.
My eyes stayed glued to this clown.
She was fucking this nigga or had fucked him before.
There was no other explanation for this nigga to think he had a right to talk to me and defend her like he was. Before today, I’d never even heard of this bum or his bum-ass club.
Nichelle stormed away with Kenzi following.
I could feel myself about to lose it as Ruger put his hand on my shoulder.
“Chill, G.” He stepped up, taking my place in front of Nico. “Listen. We don’t want no problems, my nigga. You go your way, and we’ll go ours.”
“I think that’s best for both you niggas. I ain’t gon’ fuck up the family shit. Me and Nich go way back, so you ain’t gotta be acting insecure. But you better watch ya hands next time, brewster-ass nigga.”
I stood with a blank expression on my face. The urge to blow his fucking head off was seconds away from happening until Ru tapped me and nudged me to snap me out of it. I scoffed and walked away with Ruger following. I could see Nichelle’s car was gone, and we hopped on our bikes and left the scene.
I was fucking seething.
I knew I was going to have to calm the fuck down before I faced Nichelle because I was liable to snap her fucking neck for smiling in that bitch-ass nigga’s face and letting him touch her.
She got me fucked up.
On the Other Side of Town . . .
The streets were littered with people from all over the city.
Tonight was bike night in Downtown Detroit, where all the motorcycle crews got together to showcase their bikes and race for cash prizes. There were even old-school cars shining brightly and sitting on big wheels. The streets were blocked off from Chene Street all the way down to Antiem, and the women and men mingled and drank from red cups.
Typically, I wouldn’t be caught dead out here, but since meeting Kenzi and being around her and her fiancé, I’d grown to like coming to the eventssometimes. Usually, I wouldn’t come without her, but her sister-in-law, Weslei, invited me, so I madeit my business to email my clients to hold all after-hour sessions for tonight.
Willow was at my side, looking like she was ready to jump out of my car and run away. She may have come to one or two parties at the Motor City Rebels clubhouse, but she wasn’t too fond of the bike world. I understood, but the MCRs always made us feel safe, welcome, and protected.
I pulled into the designated parking space that the Motor City Rebels kept open for me and shut off the engine. Willow looked around before her eyes came to me.
“This looks gang-affiliated.”
I shook my head and laughed. “You watch too many movies.”
“I really don’t. Why couldn’t we go to Sexy Steak for drinks? Why here?”
“Weslei invited me. And the crews the MCR roll with are cool, from what I know. I don’t think they’re a part of a gang.”
“We’re two successful doctors in the middle of this ruckus. You better be glad this is our bestie’s husband’s crew, or I would have told you heck no.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. My best friend was way too valley girl and proper, but that was what I loved about her. “Say hell, Will. Hell.”
“I will do no such thing.”
“Anyway, we’re only going to stay to watch the races, then we’re leaving. We’ve been working hard all week, and I need this night out. Just relax, have a drink, watch the races with me, then we can leave.”