Childhood Sweethearts PT 3 by Jacob Spears

Author:Jacob Spears
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fiction, african american, african american fiction, kwan, wahida clark, ashley and jaquaivis, ashley jaquavis, good2go publishing, ashley antoinette, the cartel 6
Publisher: Good2go Publishing

Chapter 17

After getting into Club Rage, Spencer headed straight to the bar and ordered a rum and Coke. With drink in hand, he sat at the bar and looked around. A lot of females were dancing. One in particular caught his eye. She was in her early 20s, and she was wearing tight Daisy Duke shorts and a tight spaghetti-strap shirt. Her hard nipples were popping out. She was sexy as hell.

She looked over at him. She started walking over to him, staring at him straight in his eyes.

“Hey handsome. You by yourself?” she asked.

“Not now that you’re here. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Yeah, Fireball!”

Spencer ordered from the bar, and her drink was delivered right away.

“So what’s a beautiful woman like you doing here by yourself?”

“My boyfriend slept with my sister, so fuck them both!”

“He must be blind and stupid!” he replied.

“So, you know how to dance?” she asked.

“Yep. You want to?”

“Hell yeah!” she said, as she set down her drink, grabbed him, and led him to the dance floor, while Whistle by Flo Rida was blasting through the speakers. They began to dance and she bumped and grinded all over him, getting his dick hard as a rock. The whole time he was dancing around, he kept an eye out for the guy named Lucky. After three more song, Spencer told her that he needed to take a break, so they returned to their seats and ordered more drinks.

“So, do you come here often?” he asked.

“For the last month, yeah!” she replied.

“Do you happen to know a dude named Lucky?”

“No, but you see that guy in the red shirt?”

“Yeah, I see him.”

“Ask him. He knows every person here.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she grinned up at him.

Walking over to the guy in the red shirt, Spencer advanced slowly, trying to keep from spooking him or putting up his defenses.

“What’s up? What can I do you for?” he asked.

“Do you know where I can find Lucky at?” Spencer asked.

“No,” he quickly answered, but with a spark, that he definitely knew him.

“Alright. If you see him, tell him Spencer is looking for him.”

“I will!” the guy said.

Spencer walked back over to the girl, but he kept tabs on the guy in the red shirt.

“Sorry about that!”

“No problem . . . Samantha!”

“Samantha?”

“Yes, Samantha. That’s my name, since you forgot to ask,” she joked.

“Well, my name is a secret, but everyone calls me Spencer.”

* * *

“Mac, it’s me, Smooth. I’m at your back door.”

“I’ll have one of my men open the door,” Mac said.

Two minutes later, the back door was opened by a big-ass motherfucker. Bigger than anyone he had ever seen.

“Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum . . . what tree did you fall from?”

“Funny! Now let’s go!” he said.

Stepping into Mac’s office, Smooth laid down the bag of coke on his desk.

“Sorry about Ronny,” Mac said.

“Hey, it’s the life we live.”

“Still, he was a good dude.”

“Well, here are the 10. Let me know when you need more.”

“Your money’s right here,” Mac told Smooth, pointing to a chair.

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