When A Bad Boy Wants Your Heart 2

by Sephiri J

  © 2019

  Published by Leo Sullivan Presents

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

  Previously in When a Bad Boy Wants Your Heart 1

  Bo

  I felt my Chanel bag vibrate after a few minutes, and I opened it to see that I had a text from Sade.

  Sade: Almost there. Where do I go?

  Turning to City, I stretched up on my toes so he could hear me over the music.

  “Sade is here. I’m gonna go down to get her in,” I said.

  He nodded.

  “Just tell ’em she’s with you and me,” he said, and I smiled.

  “Okay.”

  Walking down from VIP, I made my way back to the front entrance. I walked past the main level bathroom and hesitated. Sade wasn’t there yet, so I figured I could stop in for a second and take care of business before she pulled up.

  I popped into the bathroom, and thankfully, it wasn’t full, so I slid into a stall. Once I finished using the toilet, I made my way out of the stall but stopped when I saw someone I recognized. My mouth fell open when I realized exactly what I was looking at.

  Sure enough, right in front of my face was Dontrell’s little pregnant side chick, Nichole, and some other girl standing by the bathroom sink. But Nichole was dead ass bent over with a rolled-up dollar bill snorting a line of coke from the countertop. I stepped back before she could see me and fished in my purse for my phone. Quickly, I went to Snapchat and stepped forward again so I could see her. She was on her second line now, and I videotaped her pulling the white powder into her nose. Her face was visible, and there was no denying that it was her.

  When I got her finishing that line, I saved the video and pushed my phone back into my purse. As I walked out of the stall, she saw me and stood up straight. She wiped her nose all quick and turned her face up at me.

  I looked her up and down but didn’t acknowledge her as I washed my hand and reached into my bag to re-apply my lipstick.

  “I might leave soon and go over to Dontrell’s. He just texted me how much he missed me,” Nichole said to her little friend, who was smirking at me like she had something to say.

  “Go get that dick, girl. You know that nigga loooooves you,” the hoe said.

  Nichole laughed and looked in the mirror dead at me.

  I put away my makeup and turned to her.

  “As soon as you drop that baby, get at me, bitch. I don’t fight pregnant hoes, but I will drag you across the state as soon as your loose pussy spits out that nigga’s kid. Don’t think I’m scared to knock your face in. You disrespectful as fuck snorting white with that nigga’s seed in you. But the fuck do I care? Do you bitch,” I said.

  Her eyes widened as soon as I said that, and she didn’t say anything back.

  I turned to get around her friend, who stepped to the side so I could pass. As I left the bathroom, I went to my Snapchat and sent the video in a message to Dontrell with the caption, Ain’t this your baby mom?

  Smiling to myself, I made my way back to the front of the building for Sade, but it seemed like all the bottom level hoes had come out to play tonight. As I walked toward the front, I saw Gisselle arguing with the security as she tried to get into VIP.

  “But, I know him,” she said all loud and angry.

  “I don’t have authority to let you up,” he said.

  I stopped to watch her make a whole scene.

  “But, you know me. You’ve let me up a lot of times in the past,” she said.

  “You were with City,” he said and shrugged.

  “Okay, and he’s still fucking with me, so what the fuck?” she said angrily.

  When she said that, I felt myself getting hot.

  “He needs to be the one to tell me that,” the security said.

  Giselle turned away all dramatically and saw me watching her. Narrowing her eyes, she walked over to me. The dress she wore looked like it was painted on, and her hair was dark brown and flowing in waves around her shoulders.

  “Count your days, girl. City still wants me. Don’t ever think he won’t come running back to me. You might think you have him now, but trust me, he still hits me up wanting this pussy. So, if you know what’s good for you, you would bow out now before he breaks your heart,” she said.

  Before I got a chance to say anything back, she turned and walked away. I was heated. I didn’t know if I could believe the things she said or not. Either way, I knew I didn’t like the way I felt

  I turned to walk to the entrance where I saw Sade talking to security.

  “She’s with me,” I said to the host who walked me in a little while ago.

  Sade looked beautiful in a cropped blouse and pants that sat neatly on her hips. She had the smallest waist and flattest tummy that I’d ever seen.

  “You look even better in person!” she said and hugged me all excitedly.

  “You look pretty, sis,” I said while hugging her back.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, holding me at arm’s length.

  “Nothing,” I said and waved Gisselle’s words off. I would deal with that later. “Let’s go upstairs and get some drinks.”

  She grabbed my hand, and we walked back up to VIP. I wasn’t trying to dwell on the shit Gisselle said, but if City was still fucking with her, I needed to be the furthest thing from his mind.

  City

  My anniversary party was lit, and I was feeling nice. Looking around at all the people around me turning up and having a good time, I was happy that I’d decided to put this shit together. Marcus was missing, which was weird as fuck because this party was his idea in the first place, but he’d been moving weird around me since I told him to fall back off Bo the other day. If he didn’t want to show up, that was his prerogative.

  I went by the balcony that overlooked the dance floor and watched the people dancing and vibin’ below me. It was crazy to me that all these people were there because they loved City Ink or me. Three years ago, this business was a dream. Three years ago, my IG page had ’bout ten followers, but I knew what I wanted to do, and I was the type of nigga who did whatever I needed to do to make shit happen. Looking around me now, I felt blessed as fuck.

  “I’m proud of you, man,” I heard someone say beside me.

  I looked to my right to see Guwop standing by me and grinning.

  “Thanks, my nigga. This shit is still surreal to me sometimes,” I said.

  He nodded. “I feel you. But you deserve it. You put in time and effort, so you deserve to shit on the competition. You see anybody else with a following like you? Nah, they all simps,” he said and chuckled.

  I knew he was talking about my brother, and I chuckled too. I wasn’t even thinkin’ about that nigga. Tonight was all about me and my dynasty.

  “Hey, babe,” someone said to my left, and I looked down to see one of the little hoes who had been hanging around up there earlier.

  Bitch was built like a bag of pennies, though. Her dress was too tight for her body shape. Ain’t no way she should’ve left the house like that. She’d been eyeing me all night, and I guess since she saw Bo step out, she was trying to shoot her shot. Matter of fact, I wasn’t even sure how she got into VIP. She must’ve come up with a pack of bad bitches and got lost in the mix.

  She ran her hands up my back and let it rest on my arm as she looked at me all slyly. “Congrats on your third year. You k
illin’ the game out here. What you getting into later?”

  “Not you,” I said and pushed her hand off my arm. “Why you bitches always feel like you can walk up on a nigga and start touchin’? I don’t like people in my space, man.”

  Everybody knew that shit about me. Don’t fuckin’ touch me unless I know you or you ask permission. I’ve always been like that.

  She started pouting but then smiled at me and put her hands by her side. “Sorry, babe, I couldn’t help it. I’m here for you if you need me. I promise it will be worth your while.”

  Annoyed, I turned away from her. I couldn’t understand how a female could be so forward that she would run up on a nigga who was obviously out with his girl and try to throw her pussy in his lap.

  “You not my type, so move along and enjoy your night, shorty,” I said without looking back at her.

  “Why, because I’m a big girl? You’re such an asshole,” she said with a whole attitude.

  That made me lose all the patience I had for her school bus looking ass.

  “Bitch, ain’t nobody said nothin’ ’bout you being big. I’ve seen a bunch of big girls who are sexy as fuck. You ain’t one of them. You built backward with your ass in the front of you. And you need to wear your size shoes. Your pinky toe on a suicide mission ’bout ready to take a dive off them bitches. Why you ain’t look in the mirror before you left your crib, shorty? Matter fact, security,” I said and turned to one of the niggas posted up in all black. “Take this one downstairs and out my face. She needs to go home and start the fuck over.”

  She looked up at me in shock as security came by to take her away. It didn’t take much to make me go off, but I was really trying tonight. Bitch made it too damn easy, though.

  Guwop was beside me laughing his ass off.

  “Nigga, you wild,” he said as he sipped from the bottle of Louis he was still holding on to.

  I shook my head as homegirl’s curses faded as security walked her out. The girls she came up there with didn’t even go with her.

  “She was doin’ too much, man,” I said. “Anyway, what’s the deal on this job with the classics?”

  Guwop nodded as he took another swig. That bottle was $10,000, and he was drinking from it like it was a regular ass Corona. But he’d always been extra, so I wouldn’t have expected anything less.

  “We all good,” he said. “I secured a warehouse up in Northeast Georgia outside of Savannah. We gonna drive the cars over there then break them down. The plan is to intercept the truck before it gets to Atlanta. I got two big semis we gonna use to pull up on the truck that’s transporting the cars, and after we jack the cars, we drive them into the back of our trucks. I got enough men to drive the cars into our trucks, and me and you will drive the semis to the warehouse. Boom, the whole process shouldn’t take more than forty-eight hours. I already got buyers lined up, nigga.”

  I nodded as he explained the plan to me. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but it sounded solid enough. So, if G was good with it, I would ride.

  “Aight, cool,” I said and drank from my glass. “And Lucas is gonna be on this job too, right?”

  “Yeah, he in on it. He comin’ too,” Guwop said. “It’s not a setup. I know that’s what you think. If it was, he wouldn’t be coming too.”

  “Yeah, I guess you right. You know I’m still gonna have my eye on the nigga, though,” I said.

  Guwop chuckled. “I know.”

  I looked to my right behind Guwop and saw Bo coming back up the steps to VIP. She had her friend with her, and they both looked good as fuck. I swear they were the best looking girls up there by a mile.

  “Oh shit,” Guwop said and turned to stare at Bo’s friend. “Who is that with your girl?”

  Bo walked up and planted a kiss on my lips. I palmed her ass while I kissed her back, and she giggled.

  “Babe, this is my friend, Sade. Sade, this is City,” she said and turned back to her friend.

  Sade stepped up and extended her hand to me all extra polite. She was about the same height as Bo and close to the same build. She looked nervous, though.

  “What’s good? Nice to meet you,” I said and shook her hand.

  “I heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you too,” she said.

  Guwop cleared his throat extra loud, and we all turned to look at him.

  “Nigga, you stupid,” I said while laughing at his ass.

  “Sade, this is City’s friend, Guwop,” Bo said.

  Guwop stepped toward Sade, who was looking at him all curiously.

  “You look real nice tonight. You want a drink or something?” he said and reached for Sade’s hand.

  She glanced at Bo, who shrugged, but then she laughed. “Um… yeah, okay. I’ll have a rum and coke.”

  “I got you,” Guwop said and pulled her with him toward the bar.

  She looked back at Bo, who waved bye to her.

  “Your friend don’t need to be scared of G. He’s good people,” I said as Bo stepped closer to me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

  “I know,” she said and leaned up to kiss me on the cheek. “She’s real reserved, though, so she just needs to warm up to him, that’s all.”

  “Like how you warmed up to me?” I teased her.

  “Something like that,” she said and stuck her tongue out.

  I laughed at her silly ass and looked back down at the main floor.

  “I should go down there and make sure people are good and show my face for a minute,” I said and kissed the top of her head. “Go chill with your girl and G. I’ll be back.”

  “Okay, babe,” she said.

  I leaned down to kiss her, and my dick jumped. I was getting that pussy tonight. Every time I looked at Bo tonight I wanted to leave and dive in head first.

  Walking away from her, I made my way down to the main floor with one of my security. As people saw me, they came up to congratulate me and take pictures. I was chillin’ with the fans for a minute, laughing and vibin’. Everyone was having a good time, which is what I cared about because those were the people who made my shop famous and kept money in my bank.

  I walked over to the bar to get a drink when I felt someone tugging on my shirt. Looking down and behind me, I frowned when I saw Gisselle. She looked sexy, as usual, in a tight ass red dress, and her hair looked like she’d just gotten it done. But it was like everywhere I went, she was there. I felt like if I would go to take a shit, she’d probably pop up in the toilet with tissue to wipe my ass.

  “Hey, City,” she said, coming up real close to me.

  “What you doin’ here, Gisselle?” I asked as I got to the bar.

  “I came to celebrate with you. It was an open invitation. I tried to come up to VIP. Can you talk to your security?” she asked.

  “Nah, you good down here,” I said as I ordered a glass of Hennessy.

  She pushed up real close to me and pushed her tits up on my arm.

  “What you need, Gisselle?” I asked as I looked down at her.

  I couldn’t help that my dick involuntarily jumped when she did that shit. My nigga had a mind of his own. She was so close to me that she felt it and grinned up at me. Gisselle ran her hand down my crotch all light, trying to act innocent.

  “I missed him.” She got on her tiptoes to reach my ear so I would hear what she said.

  For a second, I thought about the way she used to swallow my shit when she was on her knees. But just as quick as the thought came in my head, it left. I pushed her away from me and stepped back.

  “Gisselle, we been done, so get off me, man. You lookin’ thirsty. Get you a drink and move on from me,” I said and stepped away from her.

  “City,” she said to my back as I walked away from her.

  I looked up at the balcony where VIP was, and my stomach dipped when I saw Bo staring down at me. I stopped in my tracks, and our eyes met. I didn’t know how much of that shit she saw, but I could tell from the look in her eyes that she’d probably seen all of it. She
shook her head then stepped away from the balcony where I couldn’t see her anymore.

  “Shit,” I cursed under my breath while trying to make it back up there. That wasn’t what it looked like, and I wasn’t trying to put ideas in her head so early in this.

  As I made my way up to VIP, my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw that it was my pops.

  “Yo,” I said and stepped to a corner while putting one finger in my free ear, so I could hear. It wasn’t like Pops to call me this late.

  A female voice came over the phone crying hysterically.

  “Hello!” I yelled.

  My heart dipped as I listened to the words she said to me. I could not have heard what I think I just heard. Ain’t no way.

  “What the fuck you say happened to my father?” I yelled as I bolted toward the side door and to the valet.

  “Bring my shit,” I shouted at the valet driver as the woman cried hysterically on my line.

  This night had just turned into my worst fucking nightmare.

  Sade

  I was feeling this drink as I danced with Guwop to the hits the DJ was playing. He was cracking me up with his antics, and the way he touched my waist as I danced with him was making me feel a little tingly. I felt a little guilty because I did have a whole man at home, but I came out tonight to have fun, and I wasn’t fucking this nigga, so it was all harmless.

  I bent forward and twerked on his dick for a second as he cheered me on. After like five seconds, I stopped and started laughing my ass off.

  “You got some moves. Aight, I see you,” he said and pulled at my waist.

  “I can do a little sum’n, sum’n,” I said, and he chuckled.

  “How you never came around before? City met Bo a couple weeks back, but this the first time I met you,” he said.

  I bit my bottom lip because he was looking at me all intense. He was fine as fuck. Dark skin with dreads that spilled over his shoulders. His jawline was strong, and he had full lips that, for a minute, I thought about sucking on. But, I shook my head. I wasn’t a cheater, and I had a man who I loved. Well, most days. This shit would never work out.