She wore a tan colored vest that fell a bit above her naval, showing the contour of her shape with a pair of ripped jeans that were hugging her hips and fell just below her calves. She rocked gold stilettos topped it off. What really caught my attention was the Salvatore Ferragamo bag she wore. I wasn’t sure of the type of Ferragamo but I knew it was Ferragamo. I have a mean designer shoe and handbag fetish; I know my work! Don’t get me wrong, Rayna had always dressed stylish and sexy even while at work but there was something bracing about seeing her outside of her business attire. When we were in Mexico, I took note of how she wore a lot of sexy bathing suits and wraps with T-shirts. Her style of dress was stimulating.
Inside the club was a zoo. Anytime the ‘Clan’ had an event here, the people came out in droves. As Rayna and I walked in you heard the whispers and even the women also referred to as ghetto birds clucking really loud. I even heard one say, “Ohhhhh, look at him!” and another say, “Mmmmm, no he ain’t!” I thought the chatter would cause Rayna to react or look tight but she didn’t. She maintained her face and walked right through.
From the time we hit the door, my people were shouting me out. Even people I didn’t know was giving me dap. I was used to this but again, I didn’t want Rayna to feel uneasy with it all. We got to the V.I.P. section, where the bodyguards were visibly in the house, and grabbed a seat. Wop came over and asked why we were so late. At first glance, I had to wonder why he was questioning me, but quickly remembered that he was responsible for the coordination of my security seeing that Petey was tied up playing host and Kid was watching over him. I was proud of Wop for stepping up in the ‘Clan’. I gave him a few words of explanation about the traffic and he gave me the rundown for the night. I tried to stay under Rayna. After all, she was in a bloods and crips infested area. I mean, her safety wasn’t exactly a concern but this was her first time here with me and people didn’t know who she was.
I started scowling the place for Chanell’s ass. Unbeknownst to me, she and Rayna hit it off big in Mexico. After that trip it seemed like everyone was crazy about Rayna—except that damn Syn. The reason why Rayna got such rave reviews is because she represented when those clowns tried to rob us. She’s suddenly become my ride or die chick in my goons’ eyes. Every thug needs a woman that will throw down with them in the time of need.
Petey wanted me to marry her after that. He was definitely hard on himself believing he should’ve come that night with us but was too tired to. I told him I didn’t recall asking him to come, I was with a lady. I’d had enough of the ‘Clan’ and their business by that time. Come to find out, the cats that tried to rob me were small time hustlers who knew I was in town and the nature of my visit. They’d seen me with my goons earlier at the hot spot in passing. Someone dropped dime about our business and how I was at the helm. It was by coincidence that I’d been walking down that alley later that evening. They thought they’d struck gold when they recognized me. I made sure to inform my connect. I wanted to be sure it wasn’t a set up. My peoples apologized and told me they’d look into it. Last I’d heard my assailants’ bodies were found in a field near the hot spot.