His Solace

Ch. 2 The Crew

Sinn's POV

"She was fine as hell and here my goofy ass go Can I get your number?" Sinn was extremely annoyed with himself because he couldn't get Kori off his mind. Never has he ever made a woman feel as uncomfortable as he made her he couldn't understand what he did or said wrong.

"Yeah my nigga did you even tell shorty ya name? Went straight to give me ya number after you almost ran her son over you lucky she ain't cuss yo stupid ass out!" Tizzy one of his best friends responded as they played 2k.

"You not listening goofy that was her neighbors kid not hers and his lil ass came running outta nowhere luckily I didn't hit him".

Sin was currently back at the Airbnb him and his close friends rented out for the next few weeks the guys were here on "business".

Blaze who was also half listening from the kitchen laughed as he met the two men in the living room "So the answers nah he ain't tell ole girl his name look at his face mad ass nigga" all three men instantly started laughing.

About 10 minutes later Tank the eldest of the group walked through the front door finishing up what seemed to be an important convo.

"well good news is we moved the product and we're straight till the next re-up next week what we getting into this weekend?" he smiled.

Everyone considered him like a big brother he gave great advice, wasn't judgmental, and always supported whatever his little brothers wanted to do if it was productive, and he always put them on to whatever money moves he was making.

The only con he had was his extremely short temper he had been doing much better though unbeknownst to the group he'd been going to therapy and it seemed to be working.

"Ion know bro these ya stomping grounds you tell us what's the word for tonight. I got plans tomorrow night though" Sinn casually said while the trio eyed him.

Smirking Tizzy, being the baby of the group always said what everyone else was thinking " And what plans do you got for tomorrow night mr. mysterious since you want us to ask so bad".

Chuckling because his brothers knew him so well he responded "Well nosy mf shorty's neighbor invited us to a game night so I- No WE going you thought we'd miss you stuttering and forgetting your name again? Fuck no what time it start? " Blaze cut him off.

"As long as it ain't no weird niggas there I'm with it as for tonight I'm thinking a club and after we can hit this strip joint" Tank yelled from the kitchen as he rummaged through the fridge "But first we gotta find food".

"Yessir lemme pull up my mans Keith Lees tik tok if he ain't stamp it I ain't eating it" Tizzy said and everyone agreed they did not play about food if it was bad eats they'd literally walk out of the establishment. They'd already had to do that once while down here because a breakfast spot served them burnt eggs and pancakes.

After skimming through some of Keith Lees tik toks they decided on a soul food spot instead of driving and dining in they did ubereats so everyone could start getting ready but more importantly they can have a smoke session and play 2k while they waited.

When the doorbell rang Blaze damn near broke his ankle trynna rush to the door everyone was starving by this point it took almost 2 hours for the delivery to come.

"That MF don't miss" Tizzy mimicked the tik tok sound as he dug into his food" no one responded for a few minutes as they were all devouring their meals.

"Facts gahdamn imma need a nap inna minute" Tank agreed he ordered the most food two meats fried chicken and pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, and corn bread. They didn't call him Tank for nothing the way he ate you'd think he'd be on my 600lb life but it seemed like he never gained a lb.

"Nah it's already going on 9 and we know how long it takes us to get ready plus this traffic on a Friday night? Lets start getting ready now suggested Sinn. By 10:30 the crew was on the road and headed to club Sehkai.

"That sound like some Asian shit I hope the musics good and we're not the only niggas" Sinn mumbled to himself .

"Don't you like crab rangoon?! and I hope we the only niggas there more Asian persuasion for me!" The whole car bust out laughing at Tizzys antics.

They had been moving weight for over a week straight and deserved a fun night out. Sinn just hoped it wasn't wack because if so he wouldn't hesitate to call a uber back to the house to catch up on sleep.

When they pulled up to the club the line was wrapped around the building. "Yeah fuck no I'm not waiting in that long ass line" he was already pulling up the uber app on his phone.

Tank already knew how the group got but he was one step ahead of them per usual. "Relax let's park the car-and head in we good trust me" he responded.

Following Tanks lead the group headed to the front of the line all he had to say was "We're Mellos people" and the group walked in without so much as a search or ID check.

They could hear both the men and women in line complaining but that wasn't their concern. The club was far from whatever the name suggested there were baddies everywhere and the DJ had em on go with City Girls playing.

As they were following one of the bottle girls to VIP Tank informed them that one of his cousins actually managed the club so they were being treated courtesy of cousin Mello tonight.

They had just about made it to VIP before Sinn abruptly stopped causing Blaze to bump-into him

"Damn them shots we took at the house kicking in huh? You can't walk now?" the guys had pregamed before heading out for the night all except Tank of course because he was the designated driver.

Quickly turning on his heels "My fault I-see someone I know I'll be right back" before anyone could respond Sinn was back on the floor level.

He thought it was fate because no more than 5 feet infront of him stood Kori, her neighbor, and two other women he didn't recognize.

It seemed like the group of women were trying to hype her up to rap along to whatever was playing but Kori just laughed and shook her head no until the DJ played the next song.

A/N: mmkaaay Sinn Sinn hopefully he properly introduces himself