“Slapping niggas behind they asses,” Isa snickered as he lifted his red cup to his lips. He tapped Aria on the ass, and she pulled away from him as the next song faded in.

The song changed, and a sensual mood filled the air as Vedo crooned through the speaker system.

Yeah I like when she get nasty,

but I love when she keep it classy.

It was Morgan’s turn to choreograph, and it was so natural for her to slow down the tempo.

“Shit’s ridiculous, yo,” Ahmeek muttered, shaking his head. She had him. Caught his ass right in her web. He could ignore everything about her except this … when she made her body move like this … when she made art of her body like this. Like fucking this. Morgan danced her heart out because she knew he liked it. She knew he loved it. His eyes on her made Morgan give her all. She never held back when he was watching. He was all the audience she needed. His support made her feel beautiful. He took her in differently than other men did. His gaze wasn’t lust filled but awe filled, like he appreciated the effort it took for her to put the count together.

Do it nasty, do it, do it nasty, she gon’ do it nasty.

“These mu’fuckas,” Isa snickered as he rose from his seat. “Come on, bruh.” The fellas moved to a different part of the basement, allowing the girls to finish their rehearsal. Aria and Morgan put on unbelievable performances. They were a package deal, and a valuable one. They set every stage they ever graced on fire.

They practiced for an hour before wrapping up. When they were done, Morgan walked to the next room. She knocked on the doorframe, and all conversation ceased.

“Come on, guys,” she both signed and spoke. “Time to go.”

Ahmeek didn’t even look at her. There was so much she wanted to say to him. So much to explain, only she couldn’t. Bash didn’t even know where she was. If he had any clue she was rehearsing for a Stiletto Gang show, he would have a fit. If he knew Ahmeek was present, he would ruin her life. Morgan was walking a tightrope here. She couldn’t spare Ahmeek’s feelings. Their time had come, and it had passed. There was nothing else to be done. It didn’t stop it from hurting, however.

“Tell everyone bye.”

It tugged at her heart the way her children hugged both men before they came to her.

“A’ight, Mo. I’ll see you, sis,” Isa said without looking as he stayed focused on the money on the table.