My Thug Got A Rider by Onyxx Black Page B

money away for fashion school.
    “I’m ready. Did you get the I.D.’s?”
    I pulled out the fake identification cards from my bag and put them in the red MK purse with the gold chain that she let me borrow. “Yep. Let’s go.” 
    On our way down the winding staircase, I noticed her shoes. “Where you get those?” I pointed to the tall silver, fringed heels that strapped up to her ankle. “Girl, Daddy bought these for me.” I knew by the way she smiled when she said it, that it wasn’t her father she was referring to.
    “Let me find out boss man been trickin’.” After the way Carter had come for Kenyon’s ass that day, you’d think this nigga had never paid a female for anything in his life.
    “Yep. He still isn’t getting none though.” My mouth just about hit the floor. I never knew Shauna to hold out for any nigga, especially one who bought her shit. Her motto had always been, “You gotta pay to play.” She wasn’t giving it up for free and the shoes she had on had to have set him back a good rack or two. Either she made him pay up first and he was waiting until today when her young ass finally turned eighteen, or he was sprung. I knew they had something going on, but she never told me much. I wasn’t going to press either because from the look of things, Carter had her taking a vow of silence.
    Once we got in the car, I turned the radio on and the heat. Here it was mid-September and the weather was already on the verge of December. Indiana weather was so fucking unpredictable. Shauna rolled one up and smoked at least half before handing the blunt to me. I didn’t like being too high, but I was sure Shauna could smoke Snoop Dogg under a table. Singing along to the radio, I put the address of Suite 38 in the GPS to make sure I didn’t get lost. In anybody else’s car, I could tell you a million ways to get to one destination, but driving my own, I was in a foreign country. Naptown wasn’t even that big.
    “Want to stop anywhere before we go in?” I knew we were too early and Shauna liked to make a nigga wait on her.
    “Yeah. I’m hungry.” I knew she was about to say that, but I also knew that I hadn’t eaten anything all day, so I was right with her.
    “Where you want to stop?” The only restaurant that I knew of close to the club was Red Lobster and I knew she wasn’t trying to go in there smelling like a seafood dinner.
    “Let’s go to B-Dubs.” My mouth instantly started watering. Some garlic-parmesan wings would be just what I needed. Instead of going to the one downtown, I waited until we got to the west side.
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    Kenyon
    “Nigga, I told you it starts at eleven-thirty and I’m going in early to get the VIP cleared out. I need to talk to the owner so I can pay him off for hosting Shauna’s party.” This nigga had to be out his damn mind talking about paying for this underage girl to have her party at a club. I wasn’t mad at him though; she was eighteen so there wasn’t anything wrong with it.
    “Aight, well I still need to go find something to wear tonight and you know I’m going to be there if shorty coming through.” I had an outfit in mind, but I had to go buy it before the mall closed.
    “How you sprung already?”
    He didn’t have room to talk about nobody. “You over here buying clubs out but I can’t buy a shirt and some shoes? Get the hell outta here, nigga.”
    “Yeah, but she calls me Daddy. Ashanti has never said two words to you except ‘No, thank you’.”
    “That’s probably because yo’ ass old enough to be her damn daddy. Ain’t she like, twelve and you what? Thirty-five?”
    Carter laughed, “Nah, nigga you trying to be funny. She’s an eighteen-year old grown ass woman. I’m thirty-two my nigga and ain’t met a bitch yet, who got everything together like she do.” I shook my head at that sprung ass dude on the phone who had just gave me the speech about thinking with my head and not my dick. At least I wasn’t out here tricking. Carter