Soul Ties by Candice Miss

Author:Candice, Miss [Candice, Miss]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Miss Candice Presents, LLC.
Published: 2023-04-22T00:00:00+00:00

“You should’ve,” Natasha said, with her arms crossed over her chest. “I would have gladly beat her ass, Jah. I sat there all day, listening to her talk like she was really in charge of everyone. Momma cut into her a few times, too. It was a shit show. You really saved me.”

Thirty-five minutes later, I was pulling up to the curb at Vault Nightclub with Tasha, talking about Farrah. It was a busy night at Vault. Every night was busy, but Fridays and Saturdays were the busiest and the easiest way to find Saint if you needed him. Vault was his. He owned it and did a damn good job running it too.

Vault was one of the hottest nightclubs in Royal Oak, MI, for young Black people. It stayed to capacity, but nothing ever popped off at Vault. Niggas knew to keep that bullshit as far away from Vault as possible. The only muthafuckas getting through the doors with heat on them had Baptiste blood running through their veins and security. The place was heavily guarded and professionally run. People fucked with Vault off the strength of who ran it, the strong drinks, and the bad bitches who frequented the spot.

“I’m already hip,” I said, shaking my head, as I swiped around my phone to shoot a text to the group chat.

I’d texted both Blaise and Saint about the link up before I left the house. Pops was busy doing whatever he did on Friday nights when he wasn’t with Moms or handling business so I would get with him tomorrow. I was sure he’d gotten a whiff of what happened already, anyway. It was Blaise and Saint who needed to be informed because they never watched the news or stayed up to date on current events. They should’ve, but that was another thing that was my responsibility. I was the one who was to make sure everything was everything.

“What’s going on?” Natasha asked, looking over my shoulder, trying to get a look at my phone. “Why are we here?”

I looked at her from the side of my eye and stuffed my phone into my coat pocket. “You’re here to sit at the bar and have a couple of drinks,” I told her.

We kept Natasha out of the business for obvious reasons. This wasn’t a business for women. The less she knew, the better. She knew a lot, though. She’d never gotten her hands dirty and that was all that mattered. We protected Natasha from the lifestyle. Many people didn’t even know there was a Baptiste sister, she was so protected from it. A lot of times, how shielded she was from it made her feel like an outsider. Inside of our home, and outside of it. I tried my best to include her, which was one of the reasons I told her she could come along with me when she asked me. Natasha was rarely around. Sometimes, I even forgot I had a little sister. So, the relationship had always been a little shaky.

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