Belong To The City (August Alsina)

Chapter 23: All's Fair in Love & War

I laughed again cause she always trippin'. Fuck I look like showin' up all punctual an shit foe this nigga like we goin' on some date? Honestly I feel like this shit ain't gone go too well. I know I tol' Cyn i'a jus' try an ignore the nigga, but I swear if he say any off the wall shit, imma fuck him up. I jus' cain't get ova this shit, you kill yo own son an jus' keep it pushin'? There gotta be somethin' wrong wit' him ta do some shit like that especially if he done had a son wit' Cyn. Not only would you have yo lil man at yo side wantin' ta be like daddy all the time, but then you'd get ta go home ta him an Cyn at the end of the day. I jus' cain't figure out how a nigga could throw all that away jus' foe some bullshit ass career. Shit jus' blow my mind.

I got my shirt an hat on befoe grabbin' my Timbs, an then grabbed my phone an took a seat onna bed, scrollin' thu my contacts 'til I got ta Cyn's name. It rang foe a lil bit 'til it jus' went ta voice mail. She usually answa , but I guess she busy, but it's coo'. I'a be back tanight, an Ion't care what Kyle an nem got ta say, imma go see my baybeh.

"Iight Rita! We can get up outta hea'."

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When we pulled up the club was packed as shit, mainly a bunch of broads runnin' 'round. Rita got out the truck first then me. As soon as I was out errybody in the line got ta screamin' an callin' my name. I waved at a few of the women befoe was headin' inside the place. I ain't eva been ta this spot befoe, but it looked like a pretty coo' place. They had some women on poles jus' dancin' 'round an shit, an it was pretty big. I was glad 'cause a nigga wasn't trynna be pressed up ta people in no room.

"Come on August!" Rita yelled.

I shook my head an sped up a lil bit ta catch up wit her an T. We all started climbin' ta the top floor wea' I could already see Games ass chillin' on the sofa wit' a few broads dancin' 'round all up in his face. This muhfucka.

"Hey Game!" Rita cheesed pullin' him in foe a lil hug as the women left.

He gave her one, an sat back down afta Rita left off some whea' else. T stood off by the ropes that was surrounding our lil section an I walked ova towards Game dappin' him up like Rita had instructed me ta do so she could get a pictua.

"What up Aug!" He smiled once I went ta sit down next ta him.

This fakin' ass nigga right hea' man.

"Game." I simply responded as I waved a waitress ova.

She switched ova cheesin' an shit befoe leanin' extra close. I know she could hea' me jus' fine if she had been back a lil moe.

"Yea lemme get a bottle of Rosay lil mama."

"You got it." She smiled an then switched away.

I could only shake my head. The thirst don't eva stop wit' these broads,

"Bruh she was fine as hell wasn't she?" Game nudged me.

"Aye, jus' don't speak ta me iight?" I tol' him.

Ain't nobody really finna sit hea' buddy, buddy wit' the nigga all night, it jus' ain't gone happen. I pulled my phone out an scrolled thu Twitter. This gone be a long night an I needed something ta do. I wish I was back in New York 'cause if I got bored I'd jus' drive my ass on ova to Cyn's, and fuck wit' her 'til she kick me out.

"Aye man, chill wit' the female shit. You got some shit to say home boy? Get that shit off yo chest. I ain't finna sit here and play wit' yo ass bruh."

My head snapped ova ta this nigga so fast. He must be trippin' tanight speakin' ta me like I'm some lil ass kid.

"Aye man, don't be talkin' to me like I'm jus' some lil nigga. Ion't even wanna speak ta to bitch ass 'cause I jus' might fuck you up in this hea' club playa."