“Hey yo, make shit feel like the fucking President is walking up in this muthafucka when he arrives. You feel me, my nigga?”
“I gotchu,” the bouncer reassured me.
I quickly looked around to see if I saw any dudes who looked like they were on some jealous-hating shit, but from what I could see, everybody looked like they were there to party in peace.
“This is a real sexy spot, baby,” Mia said to me as she held on to my arm and we made our way fully into the spot.
DJ Pro Styles was doing the music, and although it was still early and the spot wasn’t fully packed yet, I knew it was going to be a good night. Pro Styles had everybody that wasn’t at the bar out on the dance floor enjoying the music, and the energy in the spot was perfect.
Before long, different members of Ghetto Mafia started arriving, and we all made our way over to a private area that I had reserved specifically for Bebo’s arrival. When he arrived, I wanted him to feel the respect, and the unity and the love. Mia mingled with the wives and girlfriends of the other Bebo members, and I made sure that nobody popped any bottles until Bebo arrived.
We didn’t have to wait too long because about a half an hour later Bebo arrived in the private lounge area that we had set up. He was with ten other dudes; two of them I had never seen before.
“My muthafuckin’ nigga! Welcome home, my dude!” I said into Bebo’s ear after giving him a pound and what seemed like a two-minute-long ghetto embrace.
Bebo grinned. “You did my shit up right!”
“We just getting started. You know how I do!” I replied. I then introduced Mia to Bebo, whom she had never met in person.
“I finally get to meet you. Nico talks about you like you his blood brother, so I feel like I already know you.” Mia smiled her perfect smile, gently shaking Bebo’s hand.
“This is my brother right here!” Bebo replied to Mia and gave me another pound. “I got so many wild stories I could tell you about this nigga right here!” He laughed.
Before I could blink, Bebo was surrounded by everybody coming up to him and showing him love.
“Nico, I wanna build witchu, give me a minute though,” Bebo said to me.
I nodded my head in response.
Mia then commented to me how Bebo was much shorter than she had envisioned him being.
I didn’t reply to Mia directly and told her, “Be right back.” I had to go check on something with the promoter. Mia chilled and continued to mingle with everybody, and I walked off to try and find out what was up with the stripper chicks I had hired to be with Bebo for the night.
While I eased my way to the front of the club trying to find the promoter, I bumped into Shabazz. He had a bad-ass thick chick on his arm, and he was also with a drug dealer in our organization from Pomonock named Poota.
“Ohhh shit! What up! What’s good! My nigga Nico in the muthafuckin’ house!” Shabazz said to me. The music was loud, and he had to raise his voice over the music, but he was being extra loud and unusually animated as he held out his hand for a pound.
I gave Shabazz a pound and a quick embrace. He reeked of liquor and weed. Right at that moment my short fuse was blown, but I maintained and didn’t check him immediately.
“Poota, what up, baby pa’?” I gave him a pound.
The sexy chick Shabazz was with extended her hand to me and introduced herself. “How you doing, Nico? I’m Jasmine,” she said without a hint of a smile.
I shook her hand and said hello and I was trying to figure out what vibe she was on.
“Yo, Nico, let’s get these bottles poppin’!” Shabazz shouted.
I looked at Shabazz and was a split second from snatching his ass up and pimp-slapping him. I thought his girl sensed what was up by the look on my face.
“Excuse him for being so rude,” Jasmine said. “You see I had to introduce myself. Where are y’all at?” she asked me, vying for a distraction. “Upstairs or in the back?”
I replied and told her that we had the whole club but that we were about to do a toast for Bebo in a private lounge in the back.
“Poota, take Jasmine with you to the back. I wanna holla at Shabazz real quick.” Poota gave a head nod and walked off with her.
“Yo, they got nothing but asses up in this muthafucka!” Shabazz said to me while looking at a girl in a tight dress walk by.
“Shabazz, I killed niggas for showing me less respect than what you showing me right now!” I barked.