Read Online Thirsty 2 by Mike Sanders, Nuance Art - Free Book Online

observed Chris and the dancers for a minute. After watching their interactions and wandering eyes, realization of what they were doing dawned on him. This was their game, their MO. Chris would sit around and make it rain all night with the same two girls who would scoop up the cash, and later Red found out that they would give it back to Chris at the end of the night. “Damn, these bitches had faked the whole scene, wanting a nigga to bite,” Red thought as he continued to peep their game. They flossed all that dough hoping a thirsty ass jack-boy would run up and fall into their trap. Just as Red had done. This conniving bitch!
    Red approached Chris at Magic City that night and she immediately went on the defensive when she recognized him. He sat down beside her and put his arm around her chair. She started to get up but he grabbed a handful of her dreads from the back and pulled her back down with enough force to let her know he wasn’t playing with her but not so much as to be obvious and cause a scene. “Nah, don’t get up on my account. Chill, let’s rap.” Chris eased back down in the seat and stared coldly into Red’s eyes. “So what? You lookin’ for some get-back? You feelin’ some kinda way?” Chris asked. “You can let go of my hair too.” She added as she calmly reached up, grabbed her glass and threw back the shot of Patron that was sitting in front of her.
    “Gottdamn right I’m feelin’ some kinda way. Where my shit at? I want my shit!” Red stated through gritted teeth while adding a little more force to his tug on her dreads. Chris’s head jerked back slightly and a sharp pain shot down the back of her skull.
    “I’mma tell you one mo’ time to stop pullin’ my fuckin’ hair.” She attempted to snatch away from his grasp but his grip was too strong. She settled into the seat and took a deep breath. “Bruh, how you gonna come at me like you a innocent victim or some shit? Nigga, YOU tried to jack ME. You just got caught slippin. You know how this shit go. You gotta respect the game.”
    Although Red knew what she was telling him was the truth, his ego wouldn’t allow him to accept it. “Bitch, like I said, I want my shit.”
    “Cool,” Chris replied non-chalantly.
    “Cool?” Red was skeptical because of her quick reply. “Aiight, let’s go get that.”
    “That ain’t no proble,” she sipped her Carona. “As long as yo’ broke ass can pay for it.”
    Red laughed at her response. Although he was pissed, he was also somewhat amused at Chris’ bravado. It reminded him of himself. “Bitch, you know I ain’t payin’ you for my shit back.”
    Chris glanced over at Red. “I’on believe you tryna sit up here and act like you don’t know how this shit work. You know damn well if you had been able to get MY shit that night it ain’t no way in hell you would even entertain the thought of giving my shit back. Nigga, at least I’m giving you a chance to get yours.”
    Everything she was saying was hitting the nail on the head and Red couldn’t deny it. He finally let her hair go and relaxed in his seat. He knew there was no way he’d get his jewelry back and decided to chalk it up as a loss and charge it to the game.
    The waiter came around and Chris ordered them both a shot of Patron. Red was still in disbelief that he had gotten duped by this sexy ass scoundrel. They threw back the two shots and looked at one another and burst out laughing. They were on one accord and they both knew what Red was thinking. As bad as he wanted to punch her in her mouth, he had to admit that her and her girls’s game was airtight.
    “You know I had yo’ ass that night, tho” Red stated as he sat his empty glass on the table.
    “Yeah, that’s why you ended up naked with no ride home.” Chris laughed. For a moment and Red got heated all over again as he had a flashback of them making him strip.
    Chris broke his thought pattern. “I can say this; I also found out that the gun you were