Southern Kings: A Gangster Love Story by KC Mills

dark destroyed skinny jeans, and a see through tank top with a matching bralette under it. My boo was looking sexy and even though she denied it, I was convinced that her new found look was because of Yetti. Ree always dressed cute, but sexy wasn't really her thing.
    “Okay, I’m ready,” she said after she washed her hands again. Likely because they had been in her hair. I washed mine and then grabbed a paper towel to use to pull the door handle and then dumped it after we were both out.
    “So you gonna speak to your man when we get up there?”
    “You need to chill with that. He’s not my man. This is about you and Keys, so get your sexy on, boo, and let’s go and parade you in front of him. I hope this works.”
    “It will, trust me. He can't deny all this goodness, but stop pretending like you’re not excited about seeing Yetti. Your cheesy ass grinning right now.”
    I watched as she rolled her eyes and blushed. She shot me a bird and then passed the button to take us up a floor to VIP.
    “Okay, so we’ll get a tall table, one of those by the rail so that we can see them. Stop looking obvious! After two drinks we'll leave if he hasn’t stepped to me yet.”
    “So you’re really not gonna say anything to him?” Ree looked at me like I was crazy before we stopped off the elevator.
    “No, I need to know he’s interested. Besides, I heard some lil’ tramp in the bathroom talking about Keys promised her they would kick it later.”
    “Oh my God, this is too much work! Just go talk to him!”
    “No, baby. He needs to work for this.”
    I blew her a kiss and then turned to find our table. We strutted first by their section and caught their attention. I could feel eyes on us, but I didn't flinch nor did I turn my head. Ree didn't either, which I was grateful for, but shit went south when we made it to our table. Not only did we have their attention, but Ree had Burke’s and this asshole decided to try and flex. I had a bad feeling and just knew this wasn't going to end well.

Yetti
    “Yo, that's her right there!” Keys nodded at a shorty walking by our section, and a smirk formed on my face.
    Apparently, the girl that Keys had been talking about for the past hour was cool with Reelle. I recognized her from the day that Reelle ran into me at Solano's and broke my damn phone. If I remember correctly, she had a flip ass mouth too, so I wasn't sure how that was gonna work out. Keys was kinda like me with stuff like that.
    “Which one?” Hayes asked.
    “The thick one.” Keys nodded their way again and this nigga was rubbing his hands together.
    I looked up at him and laughed ’cause his ass was in a fucking daze. Shorty was nice, though. She was thick as hell, but she wore it well. It wasn't really my thing, but Keys didn't discriminate. In fact, this nigga liked big girls. I couldn't really knock him for that. Hell, to each his own! Pussy didn't have a face.
    “She’s nice, Keys. You damn sure like ’em big, bruh, but she could get it.” I knew Hayes said that shit just to fuck with Keys, and it worked.
    “Yo, do I need to remind you that your ass is damn near married, muthafucker?”
    Hayes chuckled because he knew he had struck a nerve.
    “Hell nah! I’m good, I’m just saying she could get it though, if I wasn't taken.”
    “Don't make me knock your little ass out, Hayes, real shit.”
    “Yo, why the fuck you mad, Keys? Didn't you say shorty shut your ass down on some ‘I’ll think about it’ type shit? Did she ever hit your line?”
    “Man, fuck all that. She just running game. She wants a nigga. I could see it in her eyes. She just didn’t wanna seem to eager, and I can feel that. Other bitches be trying to fuck the second they lay eyes on you. Shorty got class.”
    “Fuck is up with this nigga? He lusting over a female and shit, Yetti. Damn! Do I hear wedding bells?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Both of y'all can kiss my ass. It ain't all that.”
    Keys grabbed the bottle I had in my hand and