With that, he brushed past me, his arm grazing mine and sending an electric shock through my body. I watched him walk down the hallway, noticing how his broad shoulders filled out his white tee, how his jeans hung just right on his narrow waist.
"Who the hell is that?" Yah-Yah 's voice startled me. She had come to the doorway of the living room and was eyeing Trigg's retreating figure with suspicion.
"Rah's friend," I muttered, turning back to Rah, who was already making himself at home in the kitchen. "Why you ain't tell me you was bringing somebody?"
"He just gave me a ride," Rah shrugged, unpacking the food. "Don't worry, he cool. I’ve been knowing Trigg since we was shorties."
"What's his deal? He roll with Sosa and GMB too?" I asked curious to know.
"Something like that," Rah replied vaguely. "But don't worry about all that. Come eat while the food hot."
Yah-Yah had joined us in the kitchen and was already digging into the bag. "These hash browns still warm. I swear Peaches got the best breakfast spot in the city. " We were setting out the food when Trigg reappeared, his presence immediately filling the room. He nodded at Yah-Yah, who gave him cool once over.
"Appreciate it," he said to me, then turned to Rah. "I'm out. Rah, hit my line when you ready for me to pick you up."
"You sure you don't want none of this shit nigga?" Rah offered. "I bought a lot of this shit." I shot Rah a look, but Trigg caught it and smirked.
"Nah, I'm good. I don't wanna overstay my welcome." His eyes slid to mine. "Nice meeting you, ladies." He said heading for the door.
I watched through the window as he slid into his Charger, the engine roaring to life. As he pulled away, I could tell he looked back at the house one last time, and even through the tinted window, I could feel his eyes on me.
"That’s yo best friend or something?" Yah-Yah asked Rah, her tone making it clear she wasn't impressed.
"Nah, Him and Sosa are best friends, BooMan is my best friend, but we all been knowing each other forever," Rah repeated, handing her a Styrofoam container.
“Trigg good people tho."
I sat down at the kitchen table, suddenly not as hungry as I thought I was. My mind was stuck on Trigg. It was the way he carried himself, that cockiness that should have annoyed me but instead did something else entirely. It turned me the fuck on. The way his eyes had held mine, like he knew exactly what effect he was having on me.
Rah and Yah-Yah fell into conversation about something, but I wasn't really listening. I was replaying that brief interaction in my head, wondering why, with Rah sitting right next to me, all I could think about was another man.
CHAPTER FIVE
Yatarius “Yatta” Fontaine
I gripped the steering wheel of my all-black Benz S550, weaving through Chicago traffic like I owned the fucking streets which in some parts, I damn near did. My Rolex caught the streetlights as I checked the time. It was a quarter past ten. Perfect timing to make our entrance at Club Bleu.
"Y'all good?" I asked, glancing at Yah-Yah in the passenger seat before checking the rearview to see Ya’Mya in the back.
"You asked us that three times already," Yah-Yah sighed, adjusting her tight red dress. My sister looked fly as hell, but I wasn't feeling how much skin that dress was showing. Business was business, though, and sometimes looking good, opened doors.
"And I'ma ask three more times if I feel like it," I shot back. "This ain't no regular club night. This meeting with Sosa is make or break for my operation. Ion need y’all nervous and shit around these niggas,"
"We know, Yatta," Mya said from the backseat, her voice steady. Baby sis was dressed more low-key in black jeans and a silk top, her hair slicked back in a ponytail. Simple but clean. "You've been drilling us about it all week."
I pulled into the VIP parking section of Club Bleu, nodding at the attendant who recognized my whip immediately. Nigga better, every time I slid through here, I tipped him enough to pay his car note.
Before we stepped out, I reached under my seat and pulled out two compact Glocks, passing one to each of my sisters.
"Tuck these," I instructed. "Kebo's working the door tonight. He'll let us slide through without the metal detectors but keep that shit concealed properly."
Yah-Yah took hers without hesitation, sliding it into her purse like it was just another tube of lipstick. Mya was more careful, checking the safety before tucking it into the small of her back.
"We really need these. I thought this was just business," Mya questioned.
I turned in my seat to look her dead in the eyes. "Listen to me. There's no such thing as 'just business' in these streets. Somebody probably put a bug in Tre’s ear that I’m meeting with Sosa. Or Sosa might try to flex. Either way, we walk in prepared or we don't walk in at all."
"Yatta 's right," Yah-Yah backed me up. "It’s better to have it and not need it."