Eshon was up in his face, ready to throw punches.
They got into a heated argument.
Kip stood in the distance watching it all fall apart. “Damn!”
“You a clown-ass nigga! Wannabe Michael Jordan, no-ring-ass-having scrub!”
Jason had heard enough. “Fuck you, bitch!” and suddenly, a drink was tossed into Eshon’s face.
Eshon and Brandy went for blood. They attacked Jason with blows, and a fight ensued.
Jason wasn’t afraid to hit back. He tossed Brandy to the floor effortlessly and kicked her while she was down.
Eshon tried to break a champagne bottle over his head, but her attack was halted by security rushing to the fight and grabbing her from behind.
“Get the fuck off me!” she screamed. “I’m gonna fuck him up!”
Eshon was angry and wanted to see bloodshed. How dare he put his hands on her and Brandy? She didn’t care who he was, who he played for, or how much money he had, she wanted him fucked up.
Security was roughly dragging her and Brandy out of the club, kicking and screaming. Their highs heels were scuffed, their weaves twisted, and their sexy outfits disheveled. Brandy even had a nipple showing.
Kip frowned at the minor brawl between his ex and Jason Miller. He had to bite down hard on the inside of his lip to prevent himself from bum-rushing the Nets player. Jessica wanted to intervene and come to her friends’ aid, but she knew Kip would want her to stick with the program.
After Eshon and Brandy were thrown out of the club, things calmed down, and the party continued. Eshon and Brandy called Kip and told him they were going to wait outside.
Later on that night, Jessica finally left with her mark, his arm securely around her. He looked eager to get her into his bed for some fun.
Kip nodded his head proudly. Jessica had worked her magic, and his plan was still going forward, despite the distraction earlier.
The second Hawks player started to make his exit from the party with his groupies and his bodyguard.
Kip wanted Devon and Papa John on him quickly. They knew what to do and knew how to handle their business. Stick-ups and robberies were nothing new to them.
Papa John looked reluctant at first, saying, “You ain’t coming?”
“Nah, I got plans for someone else,” Kip said.
“Jason Miller?”
“I’m on him.”
“Alone? But how? We got the ride?”
“I got my ways, my nigga. I want all three tonight. I repeat. . . I want all three tonight.”
Papa John nodded. When Kip was determined to do something, no matter what obstacles were thrown in front of him, he always found some way to conquer them.
Devon and Papa John left the club with the intent to rob Kennan Thompson.
Kip watched Jason Miller like a hawk from a distance. He was determined to make him pay seriously for what he had done to Eshon and Brandy. The man was an asshole that needed to be taught a lesson. Now, it became personal for Kip. He was patient and he was poised, like a cobra ready to strike and spread its venom.
Four
Though separated, the crew kept in communication with each other via text message. Jessica cunningly hit Kip with a text saying that she was on her way to Mike Blackmon’s hotel room in the city. He was staying at the Gansevoort Hotel, a lavish place on Ninth Avenue in midtown.
And, so far, Jessica had him eating out of the palm of her hands. Mike couldn’t control himself. His hands were all over her body while they rode in the backseat of a black Escalade. He couldn’t resist her L.A. accent, Spanish heritage, and stunning beauty.
“Shit, I might fuck around and get you pregnant tonight because you so damn fine and sexy,” he joked, cupping her breast forcibly and kissing on her neck.