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Chapters (51)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Part One
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. Part Two
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. Part Three
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
  39. 33
  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. 39
  46. 40
  47. 41
  48. Sometimes It Goes Down Like That
  49. Also by K’wan
  50. About the Author
  51. Newsletter Sign-up

A commotion erupted off to Reese’s left, drawing the attention of everyone at the bar. Bright flashes of light danced throughout the dark room, while a few young girls shrieked. The crowd slowly began to part and snake a path in Reese’s direction. Squinting against the effects of the flashbulbs and strobe lights cutting the darkness, Reese was able to make out a face. The face was familiar to her, but she couldn’t think why. As he drew closer, with a small cluster of people in tow, Reese’s brain finally clicked. It was Jay from Don B’s suite.

Jay had traded in his fitted cap for a bandanna advertising Bad Blood’s single. The platinum Rottweiler head, which was their crew’s trademark, hung around his neck like a guardian. He waved someone to follow and Reese’s heart began to pound because she knew who she would see momentarily. And big as life, there he was.

Don B.’s St. Louis Cardinals hat was pulled low over his eyes, exposing only his squared jaw and goatee. A baseball jacket of the same team hung lazily off one shoulder as he stopped to hug a chickenhead who had jumped in his path. He and his entourage were heading in Reese’s direction, leaving her stuck like a deer in the headlights. Reese looked around frantically for somewhere to get low, but was boxed in by the people trying to catch a glimpse of Don B.

The ghetto star’s eyes were masked by dark sunglasses, but Reese could’ve sworn he was looking right at her. Her heart began to race as Don B. closed the distance between them. Reese tried her best to look cool, but there was only so much cool she could muster standing directly in the entourage’s path. When Don B. was standing directly in front of Reese, she felt like she wanted to fall out. She searched her mind for something to say to him, but ended up not having to. Without so much as a “hello,” Don B. sidestepped her and continued on his way to the VIP section. Reese felt like a two-dollar whore watching his arrogant Harlem swagger carry him through the crowd and away from her.

19

Paul stood against the wall, sipping his drink and watching the scantily clad young ladies pass. He felt a little awkward, caught up in the crowd of partygoers, since it had been quite some time since he had been to a club. Larry was on the dance floor trying to make a baby with a dark-skinned chick wearing her hair in a twist. Busting into a series of moves, he proved that he was far more nimble than his size let on.