• 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 •

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valerie

Me, Eneaj, and Peytyn piled into Eneaj's Charger while Milli and Jadyn rode in the Civic.

"Loveee," Pey sung along with the radio.

"Aw hell nahhh," Eneaj laughed at the wheel, "You needa stick to the shower."

"Watch I get a record deal," Pey rolled her eyes.

I liked having Peytyn around. She always lightened the mood wherever she went, and God knows if Jadyn had rode with me and Eneaj, then we would have been arguing about the whole firing Fifth thing again.

"I'll be cheerin' you on from the crowd, man," I told Pey, laughing.

"Hey...you okay?" she asked all of sudden.

I tore my eyes off a new opening sign for something as Eneaj started braking at the yellow light.

Eneaj's hands were shaking and she was trying to keep them still.

"What's wrong shawty?" I asked, taking off my seatbelt and going to kiss her on the cheek from the backseat.

"N-Nothing, Val."

"Eneaj?" I asked softly.

Somebody honked behind us.

Quick ass light.

She shakily drove, biting her lip. "Just nervous, that's all."

"About goin' back to the club?" I asked softly.

"Yeah," she answered, her voice real quiet.

"You don't gotta go back. You could have Mrs. Smith look after things," Pey suggested.

"I don't wanna do that. This is my club. I gotta run it," she stated.

"Not if going back there is tearing at you," I frowned. "We can drop Pey off...or meet up with Jadyn and Milli and have them take her to the club. We can go back home."

"You gotta work too," she gave me a smile, "Don't try and stay home with me."

"I'll go to work too today, if that makes you happy, and you just drive back home," I suggested.

"I'm fine. I gotta get over this eventually right."

She pressed the gas.

"Might as well be today," she whispered, eyes glossy.