“That’s fucked up bruh. That man opened his door and invited you to stay up in his house and everything,” Jarvis said while shaking his head in shame.
“Fuck that nigga! I already live there,” Nas argued.
“Since fucking when!?” Jarvis yelled in frustration.
“Since she dropped her thong for a real nigga,” Nas replied as he and Remo fell out laughing and slapped hands.
“Man, you niggas are giving me a headache. Let’s just get this business handled, so I can get the fuck away from y’all. Grandma was right. Y’all seem to be getting worse by the day. I should have known that y’all would grow up to be this way when y’all got suspended in kindergarten. I ain’t never even heard of no shit like that happening before you niggas came along,” Jarvis said while rubbing his temples.
Jarvis always swore that he wouldn’t let his brothers get him riled up but they always did. He never had to deal with high blood pressure before he started raising them. He tried his best with the twins but there was only so much that he could do. They fed off of each other’s negative energy and he didn’t understand their logic. Nas was always the leader of the duo and Remo followed wherever his twin led him. Jarvis only went over there to discuss the finances on their club and rental properties; he didn’t ask for the added drama. But, just like always, the twins had him with a damn migraine. Jarvis needed a vacation. Not from anything else, just his two younger brothers.
“W hat’s good bro?” Remo asked when he walked into their office at the club.
Nas was in the window staring out at everyone else in the club. The windows looked tinted to everyone else but they had a clear view of everything that they needed to see. The crowd was thick but there was only one person that he was trying to see.
“That’s what the fuck I’m trying to see,” Nas said as he eyed Stori sitting at the bar sipping on a glass of wine. She had never been to their club before and he was wondering why she wanted to come there now.
“Kalani said that she was bored so she told her to pass through,” Remo replied.
“And you believed that bullshit?” Nas asked as he looked over at him.
“Shit, I don’t know what to believe. Toi is staying by their grandmother for the weekend, so it’s not impossible. It’s Friday nigga. Let that girl live a little,” Remo laughed.
Nas knew exactly where Toi was but he was wondering what was really up with Stori. She had been doing hair since earlier that morning and she claimed to be so tired. He planned to dip out earlier than usual to go lay up with her. He wasn’t expecting to see her in their club.
“Fuck outta here with that dumb shit. The only reason you be so calm is because Kalani works here and you can see what she’s up to,” Nas replied.
“Man, you know Stori ain’t on no bullshit like that. It ain’t even been a week yet and you trippin’ already,” Remo said as he went and stood next to him.
Remo knew that Nas had been wanting Stori for a long ass time. Besides his ex, Alissa, he couldn’t remember his brother being so interested in another woman. He thought that Alissa was the one, but she couldn’t take all the late nights and other women. Remo had a feeling that it was even deeper with Stori than it was with Alissa. She was like the forbidden fruit that he wasn’t supposed to touch. Now that he’d had a taste of her, he was hooked.
“I’m not trippin’. I’m just trying to see what’s up,” Nas said as he continued to stare.
Stori was dressed down in a pair of PINK leggings with the matching shirt. She had Nikes on her feet and her hair was pulled up in a ponytail. Still, in his eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the club. Nas made Bee sit at the bar not too far from her, just in case one of the niggas in there had a death wish. Nas hadn’t gone down there by her yet but he did let her know that he was there. He had been by her house every day and he didn’t have any plans to leave. He was discreetly sneaking his clothes inside and Toi was helping him. Stori didn’t even pay attention or at least she pretended not to.
“What’s up with her bitch ass husband?” Remo asked.
“Man, I don’t even know. That nigga ain’t been to work in a minute and it’s been peaceful as fuck. I know I promised Stori that I wouldn’t say nothing but I don’t know. That nigga say the wrong thing and I might fuck around and lay his stupid ass out,” Nas replied.
“Has he tried coming back to the house yet?” Remo asked.
“Nah, but he be calling all the time getting on my fucking nerves. His mama came over there to get some of his clothes the other day. Toi and Stori packed up some of his shit for her to give to him. I told her to give him all of it,” Nas answered.
“Did his mama see you there?” Remo inquired.
“Nah, I was sleep when she came through and my car be in the garage with Stori’s,” Nas replied.
“Man fuck! That nigga ain’t gon’ never find out about y’all.” Remo frowned as Nas laughed.
Remo couldn’t wait for the day when Gavin found out about Stori and his brother. Gavin was scary as fuck but Remo was hoping that he tried to bring some smoke his brother’s way. He was gonna make sure that his mama and daddy said their final goodbyes to his bitch ass. Stori was all that Gavin had going for himself. Besides her, he really didn’t have anything else to brag about.
“Between him, Danni and Milan, I don’t know who calls me the most. Milan act like she’s losing her fucking mind out here,” Nas said, shaking his head.
Milan had really been on some other shit lately. He had to make the bouncers stop her at the door when she came to the club because she was always trying to cause a scene. Nas posted on Instagram a lot for the club and the barber shop. Milan started going under every post leaving all kinds of crazy messages. She did the same thing to his voicemail and he was sick of her crazy ass.
“I can’t wait for that bitch to find out too. Her and Gavin can lose their minds together. I’m happy that you’re divorcing her stupid ass. Stori is the one though bro, I’m telling you,” Remo replied.
“You ain’t telling me shit that I don’t already know.” Nas smiled, right as someone knocked on the door.
Since he was closer, Nas opened the door and found Lexus standing there looking scared. As soon as Remo saw her, he frowned and rushed over to the door and pulled her inside.
“The fuck you doing up here Lisa?” Remo barked.
“My name is Lexus,” she replied with a roll of her eyes.
“I don’t give a fuck what your mama named you. Didn’t I tell you not to come near this office when my wife is here?” Remo snapped.
“Yes, but I needed to talk to you in private,” Lexus said as he looked over at Nas.
“You can say whatever you have to say in front of my brother. Ain’t gon’ be no private meetings as long as my wife is in the building!” Remo barked.
“It’s personal,” Lexus said nervously.
“You got two seconds to say what the fuck you need to say,” Remo spat.
“I missed my period,” Lexus blurted out as she lowered her head.
“Aww shit! You pregnant?” Nas asked as if he was the one who did it.
“Bitch! Pregnant by who?” Remo barked as he pulled out his gun and put it up to her head.
“Oh, my God!” Lexus screamed as she dropped down to her knees in fear. Her entire body was trembling and she regretted approaching him.
She knew that she shouldn’t have listened to the dancer who told her to do it. Lexus only approached her about possibly stripping to make more money and she foolishly confided in her about her dealings with Remo. When Lexus mentioned that she thought she was pregnant, she confessed to not knowing if Remo or her boyfriend was the father. Remo didn’t even know that she had a man. Lexus was so excited about him wanting to be with her, she never even mentioned it.
Her boyfriend was in the same predicament that she was in. He still lived at home with his middle class parents while working to help pay for school. When the dancer told Lexus to pin the baby on Remo, it
seemed like a good idea at the time. If she was pregnant, Lexus didn’t have any intentions on keeping it. She couldn’t afford it even if she wanted to. Since Remo had lots of money, she thought it was a great idea to get him to pay for the abortion. Now, she wasn’t so sure about that anymore.
“Nigga, put that shit up and stop trippin’,” Nas laughed as he helped Lexus up from the floor.
“This bitch is trying to ruin my life and make my wife leave me,” Remo fumed as he nervously paced the floor.
“That’s not what I’m trying to do, I swear,” Lexus cried.
“Did you take a test?” Nas asked her.
“No, but I’ve never missed a period before.” Lexus sniffled.
“Bitch, I used rubbers every time I went up in you,” Remo fussed as he snarled at their newest bottle girl.
“No, you didn’t, not every time,” Lexus countered in a timid voice.
“Fuck!” Remo yelled out angrily, making Lexus jump in fear.
“So, what’s up ma? You in college and shit. I know you ain’t trying to have no baby,” Nas reasoned.
“No, I don’t want a baby. I’m hoping that I’m not even pregnant. But, if I am, I have to get an abortion. I can’t afford a kid right now. I also don’t want to lose this job. This is helping me pay for school,” Lexus said.
“Your job is good but you need to go take a test. If you are, we need to see some proof before we talk about abortion money. No offense, but females play all kinds of games just to get a few dollars,” Nas replied.
“I would never do that,” Lexus swore.
“Yeah, right. Shady ass bitch,” Remo fumed as he continued to pace.
“Look, come see me when you find out what’s up and I got you,” Nas assured her.
“Okay, thank you,” Lexus said as she hurriedly left the office.
“Calm down bro. You know I got you,” Nas said as he put a comforting hand on Remo’s shoulder.
“As soon as that bitch is no longer a problem, I want her ass fired. Fuck college and fuck her too,” Remo snapped angrily.
“You need to chill out with that shit bro. This is the second chick that tried to pin a baby on you. Kalani ain’t gon’ stay around forever. As much as you want to blame these other women, you have to take some of the blame too,” Nas scolded.
“You’re right but I’m done bro. You hear me? Fucking done. On mama and daddy’s grave, I’m done with all these hoes. I’m about to drag Kalani to the court house and make her marry my ass,” Remo swore.
“It’s about time nigga,” Nas said while giving him dap.
They both went back to the window and looked down at the crowd below. Stori was holding a conversation with Kalani and Nas kept his eyes on her the entire time. When the DJ turned down the music, the lights went low as he announced one of the featured dancers. That usually meant that one of the more popular girls was about to hit the stage.
“I hope everybody is having a good time with our lovely ladies here at Twin Tails. We got a special treat for y’all tonight. Get your money right and show some love for Misty Rain!” the DJ yelled as the beat dropped on Rihanna’s hit song “Work”.
When the lights came back on, Misty was on the stage twerking to the beat in some kind of army fatigue outfit. The crowd went crazy and the men started making it rain on her just like they always did. Nas and Remo were watching but it was nothing that they had never seen before. Misty was all into her act when she was suddenly snatched off the stage. Her arms were flailing, as Stori rained blows on her like a heavyweight champ. Everything happened so fast that a few people didn’t even see what was going on. Nas and Remo looked on in shock for a second before they took action.
“The fuck!” Nas yelled as he ran out of the office with Remo hot on his heels.
Bee was supposed to be keeping an eye on Stori but he was smiling all up in some woman’s face when they made it downstairs. Nas saw the bouncers headed towards the fight and he was praying that he got there first. He was bound to start shooting up in his own club if they tried to manhandle Stori like they did everyone else. He knew that her and Kalani were on some bullshit talking about Stori was bored and wanted to get out. Her ass had a motive for coming there and Nas was heated.
“Whoa, calm down fam,” Remo said as he approached one of the bouncers. He was about to grab Stori and he knew that Nas would have lost it if he did.
“Get your wild ass up,” Nas fussed as he picked Stori up and threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.
She had fucked Misty up something serious and the barely there outfit wasn’t there anymore. Misty was butt ass naked on the floor with a bloody face as some of the men recorded. Stori had ripped some of the tracks from her hair and people were throwing them up in the air laughing. Remo, Bee and the bouncers were regaining control of the club as Nas carried Stori away. He took her up the stairs to their office and threw her on the sofa.
“Don’t be trying to manhandle me, nigga,” Stori fussed as she jumped up and got in his face.
Nas towered over her, so her little tantrum didn’t even bother him. He pushed her back down and caged her in with his muscular arms. Her feisty attitude was turning him on but he was too pissed to think about sex.
“I know you ain’t in my muthafucking club fighting over another nigga,” Nas gritted as he got into her face. They were so close that his lips brushed up against hers as he spoke.
“Fuck him and fuck her too. This ain’t even about no Gavin,” Stori fumed.
“What the fuck is it about then Stori?” Nas questioned angrily.
“What kind of stupid ass question is that? That bitch sat up in my shop like it was all good, knowing that she was on some shady shit. I’ve been doing that hoe hair for months. That’s just why I ripped them tracks right the fuck out. Hoe had my sister watching a baby that she knew was for my husband. Nah, that bitch wasn’t getting away with that shit,” Stori said angrily.
“Okay, you got the shit off your chest, so it’s dead now. You damn near shut the whole damn club down with that bullshit,” Nas fussed
“I really don’t give a fuck. I wasn’t done with the bitch and you shouldn’t have stopped me,” Stori snapped in anger as she mushed his head.
If anyone else had done that, Nas would have been ready to shoot. Everything that Stori did was sexy to him, so he licked his lips and smirked at her. Nah, that nigga Gavin wasn’t hitting it right. Stori was wild and she needed a nigga like Nas to tame her the right way.
“You sexy as fuck to me right now,” Nas said, right before he parted her lips with his tongue.
Stori kissed him back aggressively and they were pulling each other’s clothes off soon after that. Stori squealed when Nas lifted her up in the air and sat her on his face. She held on tight as he feasted on her like a buffet. She was hoping that nobody walked in on them but, then again, she really didn’t care. Stori’s body shuddered with every flick of his tongue and vibration of his moans. She felt an orgasm building and tightened her legs around his head. Her thighs were almost smothering him but Nas didn’t seem to mind.
“Shit Nas. I’m cumming baby!” Stori yelled, shocked at herself for calling him baby. That was new for her but it felt so natural.
Nas stroked her middle with his tongue until she begged him to stop. Once he did, he lowered Stori onto his erection and put her back up against the window. Stori licked her juices from around his lips before she stuck her tongue in his mouth.
“Fuck girl,” Nas hissed as he placed his hands up on the glass.
Stori was bouncing up and down his length as her tongue glided from his ear to his neck. Nas looked down on the crowded club, as Stori fucked him like a porn star in his office. Gavin was right about one thing. Stori really did have the best pussy in the world. Unlike him, Nas was willing to kill a nigga behind it.
“ Did you handle that for me, Misty?” Milan asked her preoccupied sister.
“Huh?” Misty asked, not paying attention to what her sister was sayi
ng.
“I asked if you handled that business for me with ole girl,” Milan repeated.
“Not yet but I will,” Misty assured her as she continue to stare at the computer.
“Stop stressing over that shit and disable your page for a while,” Milan said as she looked over at her sister.
Misty was holding an ice pack up to her swollen eye and lip. Stori had done her dirty but that was to be expected. Milan didn’t agree with what had happened but she wasn’t surprised by it either. Neither Milan nor Misty had boundaries when it came to the men they wanted. Although Gavin approached Misty first, him being married never mattered to her much. Now, she was suffering the consequences of her actions. Stori had tagged that ass and it was all over social media. People kept sharing and reposting and Misty was losing her mind.
“That bitch gon’ see me again. I hope she don’t think this shit is over,” Misty fumed.
“Let that shit go girl. Y’all are even now. You had a baby for her husband and she beat that ass like a drum,” Milan laughed like what she said was funny.
“I’m not letting shit go. I’m missing out on money because of her stupid ass,” Misty argued.
“How is that her fault though?” Milan asked.
“Bitch, look at my face. I get paid to shake my ass and look cute. Niggas ain’t paying to see no black eyes and busted lips,” Misty replied.
“Well, I guess we better start searching for another stylist,” Milan snickered.
“You laughing now but Pinky told me that Stori and Nas stayed up in that office for almost a whole hour after he broke up the fight,” Misty noted.
“And? What that mean to me?” Milan questioned.
“Bitch, you know just as well as I do how Nas and Remo get down. Business is not the only thing that’s conducted in that office. Bitches don’t step foot in there unless some fucking is going on. I got fucked up in there plenty of times and so did you,” Misty replied.
“Girl bye. Nas might be fucking somebody but it damn sure ain’t Stori. The bitch is hood as fuck sometimes but she’s not a hoe. Naseem and Gavin are still cool. He was probably just looking out for his wife,” Milan said, praying that she was right.
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