My eyebrowed burrowed together, was that suppose to make me feel better? I threw on a fake grin, nodded my head and sat back into my seat. The fleet of intrusive thoughts were ready to consume me but Destiny nudged me, getting my attention. She was recording a video and now was recording me.
“Smile bitchhhh”, she said as she pulled my face closer to hers. I smiled for the camera and put on a whole fake show.
“Ey Destiny, do me a favor and grab a bottle from the back”, Bam asked.
Destiny unbuckled herself and threw her ass over the seat. She sat back down with a Moet bottle in her hands. “Ouuuu my favorite”, she said eyeing the bottle and looking towards the back for more.
“Not that one, that’s for Royaal to pop when we get to there. There’s a bottle of D’usse, pass that to her.”
Destiny did as she was told. I could tell by her body language, she didn’t enjoy not being the center of attention. She handed me the bottle, I popped it open, took a sip and handed it back to her. She took a sip then passed it forward to Bam, who also took a sip.
We pull into an underground public parking lot across the street from the club. Bam hopped out and walked around to open my door. Biz grabbed the bottle off of Bam’s seat and took a shot.
“I can’t believe they don’t have D’usse”, sulked Biz, before taking another shot.
“There she is,” flirted Bam as he opened the door. He was wearing a black Prada button down shirt with leather stacked pants and Rick Owen shoes. “Real calm” as he’d say, he looked clean, neat and daddy as hell.
The car was warm but outside was a little brisk, I had brought my black leather jacket with me. November nights in Toronto are something, the cool chill wraps around your bones. But it cold enough enough to make every breath feel invigorating. I threw my jacket around me, he extended his hand for me to grab onto him. I gracefully ushered my body out of my seat and was at his side with a few steps. Destiny got herself out of the car and walked around to meet us. The sharp smell of Toronto’s downtown streets activated the alcohol in my system. I was ready to party and have one of the best nights of my life.
“Just one more thing”, Bam said as he grabbed the Moet bottle. “Got to pop it and get that perfect bday picture”, he smiled.
He unwrapped and handed me the bottle and then took my jacket. I struggled pulling out the cork with my nails, but was finally able to snag it after some reworking. They cheered as I poured champagne everywhere and then took a little sip.
“I hope yall got some good pictures”, I teased.
“You look good bitchh”, complimented Destiny.
We walked over to the tucked away club, Bam and Biz spoke to the very tall gentlemen briefly at the front. Next thing I know, we’re being directed into the club one by one. The gasp and mumbles from the displeased patrons waiting in the line were audible over the music spilling out the door.
The basement style club was overpacked, it had a very omnipresent, cool, “inviting if you’re invited” vibe. There was a lot of botox, filler, niggas and white girls that love niggas in here. This screamed Destiny’s vibe, now it made sense why she was happy to come along.
We were brought to our very big booth. There were two niggas and what I presumed to be their hoes there already. They were two white girls, both had tits that looked like they were going to fall over. Their ass to thigh ratio wasn’t bad, they didn’t have any lower work done from what I could tell. They were dripped in designer. They looked like they made a lot of money in the club or in the telly. If they ran the track, they’d definitely only have high end customers. Ones that pay in the thousands and send you birthday gifts and flowers to your door.
Our booth began to fill up with more niggas and bitches. Some of the girls were cool, but some of the other girls acted like they were just here for their niggas. Which I get it, all of them were, I don’t think I met any of the girls here tonight before except Destiny. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t at least fake it. Destiny knew who the girls were, their laughs and snapchat videos were letting me know they were having a great time… with each other.
Bam kept coming over to check on me after being dragged away by one of his niggas. I cant lie the dj was fuckin’ it up in here, he was playing all the good tracks. I was putting on a pretty good show, you couldn’t tell really that I was in my head. So I thought.
“Babess you okay?” said Bam as he walked up on me from the front, leaned down and spoke in my ear. The music was loud but somehow I was able to lift out his voice from it all.
“Yeah”, I leaned back, nodded my head and smiled, looking confused. I realized then that the liquor might have been working against me because the look on his face said he wasn’t convinced; He actually looked even more concerned.
“You sure? Just tell me, what you need”, he pleaded into my ear again.
A spark flashed behind him, grabbing my attention. Bam catching my eyes, whipped around to see everyone making room for the bottle service girls. They had a flashing sign that read “Happy Birthday Miss Royaal” and bottles of Dom Pareign and chasers.
“What the fuck”, I mumbled bashfully.
Bam turned back around and smiled at me as I recoiled from all the eyes. The bottle girls waved the sparklers back and forth as EST Gee placified the crowd. Some of the girls were snapping and singing happy birthday, along with the niggas.
As they were pouring out a drink for me and everyone else. One of the girls that was clapping for me came over. It was Summer and her nigga, Mali. She looked good, she was wearing a Gucci bustier top with the GG motif all over and a matching skirt. Her fake boobs were bussing out the bustier. She was giving more model than worker though if you ask me. But the fact that she was persistent with her efforts impressed me more than it annoyed me at the moment.
“Heyyy happy birthday, you look soo fucking good!”, she said as she leaned in for a hug.
I gave her a hug back, “thank you, so do you” I said back into her ear.
“I’m sorry we’re late, you know men”, she yelled and rolled her eyes towards Mali; He was dapping up Bam. She had a sympathetic look on her face but I knew it was out of her control.
“It’s cool girl, we’re just turning the fuck up”, I said back.
Mali came over, gave me a hug and said happy birthday. “I’m sorry about being late”, he apologized.
“It’s no problem”, I said to him. He nodded in respect and then went over to talk with Bam.
“Do you want a drink?”, I offered Summer and pointed to the bottles on the table.
“Yeah”, she nodded and smiled.
I poured her a drink and got myself some water. I felt like I was starting to get in my “I just don’t get why she’s looking at me” mode. Bam, Biz, Mali and a whole bunch of other niggas I have never seen were having the time of their life. The Dj fucked up and played Dreams and Nightmares. You would’ve thought it was a nigga’s gospel and this was Sunday morning. Cause niggas will never let you forget they use to pray for times like this, to rhythm like this. So they had to grind like that to shine like this. When the Dj played Sexy Redd and Meghan The Stallion, all the bitches asses hit the floor.
I’m not sure if it was the expensive liquor or Summer and her over-friendly ass, but I was starting to enjoy my night. The songs were hitting, I had a girl to turn up with, while the boys turned up with each other in front of the booth. I felt like a princess cause Bam was coming through. He made the girls who wanted to be stush, sit in the booth but not interact with me stand in front with their niggas. They had to make up their faces from afar and there was no going home till their niggas were ready. I don’t know if the girls were jealous with how Bam treated me or with the fact it was me. But some of the bitches were acting weird as fuck, even so I just shrugged it off.
We were just getting to dancehall music when everyone started parting the crowd of people to let the bottle girls through. The bottle girls smiled as they paraded around a bottle of Dom in front of our booth. All the boys threw up their hands in celebration, except our niggas. Bam, Biz and Mali looked confused as fuck as they lookeded around for answers.
“Who ordered this?”, Biz said out loud to the guys, loud enough that his voice could be heard over the music.
The bottle girls with a sign that read “check” followed shortly after.
“What the fuck? Who bought this?” Bam called out, the confusion had shifted to being concerned and upset.
“It came from that booth over there”, the bottle girl pointed. There was a booth across the room a few down, that was facing us. It was hard to see who was in it with all the people in between.
“Yo who’s that?”, Biz barked at the bottle girl.
“Send it back please”, requested Bam.
“Yo wait, what’s going on?”, asked Mali.
“I don’t know their name sir”, the girl answered Biz, she was visibly frightened.
“We have to figure out who the fuck sent it?”, yelled Biz.
“Calm down”, Bam ordered Biz.
“Are you able to grab a name for us?”Bam charmed the girl.
“I can’t, i’m sorry, i’m just doing my job”, she said and then walked off. It looked like she didn’t want to be a part of anything they had planned to go down and to be honest, I don’t blame her.
“I’m gonna go see”, Biz yelled to Bam.
Bam extended his hands out to grab Biz, “we’ve all been drinking, let’s be smart about this.”
I looked over to see Destiny pause her conversation and dance with her friends to watch Bam and Biz tentatively. Biz was clearly drunk, hell we all were but Biz mad is a whole different story. And somehow they got their straps into the club, so he would actually level this place. The girls slowed their interactions to check out the commotion between the boys.
“Let me go”, Mali volunteered, stepping towards both guys. He clearly was just trying to diffuse the situation. It made sense for him to go over Biz, from his reaction to this all, he seemed like the calm one.
“Yeah, I think that’s a better idea”, Bam co-signed, “let Mali handle it”.
Mali tapped them both on the back and walked into the sea of people. We didn’t know what to expect, it wouldn’t really make sense being an opp. Why lose the gift of secrecy?
“I could’ve handled it”, scorned Biz.
“I know you could’ve but it’s celebration night, I want you by my side brother. Not on anymore business” he expressed to Biz as he wrapped his arm around his neck. “Like look at our ladies man, they look so good, we’re blessed unno.”
Biz couldn’t help but smile, as much as he tried to muffle it. Bam had a way of making people feel safe. It was one of the things I liked about him.
“Come general, take a shot”, he pushed Biz towards the bottles.
Bam poured Biz a healthy shot and they both dapped and threw it back. Both men widened their eyes, a clear indication that they were over their alcohol limit.
“Take a shot ladies”, Bam offered us as he poured out more liquor.
Summer grabbed another shot and threw it back like it was nothing. This little bitch can drink, I thought. She fixated on the spot Mali merged into the crowd, waiting for him to come back. I bet she was nervous for her man, but she couldn’t really say anything either way.
It took a little but eventually Mali came pushing through the crowd. His face looked like all the alcohol drained from his body. He was flushed and talking fast but I couldn’t make out what he was saying to Biz and Bam. All I knew was that it was something bad, because they both got stiff as a board. Bam started making militant head movement whilst Biz looked like he was trying not to kill everyone in here. Something was very very wrong.
Traffick’d 