“Cyrus seemed to be thinking as he sighed, “Hakim, in a way, I think Lionel follows Lester around because niggas are scared of him. The same way niggas are scared of you. Think about it, Hakim? The only time Lionel goes around Les is when you’re gone!” Whoa! Was Cyrus making a valid point? Yes, Les had a bag, cars, girls, respect, and people feared him because he wasn’t afraid of anything, but he was nothing like... Damn it all! Cyrus was right. “Lionel started hanging around Les when I started doing my shit and leaving all the time,” I realized, holding my jaw.” HumorConsciousnessDangerFriendsAfrican AmericansFamily RelationshipsExplicitAdult FictionPolyamorous Book:King of Clubs Source: King of Clubs
“Sup, Bro?” I questioned, gawking at Mandisa’s window. “You didn’t get my calls?” “What calls?” Hakim queried, halting short of the chair. He checked his pants pocket, and I bobbed, peering at the trails of prints in the snow. “Oh, damn, Bro! My bad…it’s been on vibrate. I didn’t even feel it, I guess.” “You were probably too busy with your pants down,” I snickered to myself. Obviously, He was doing HIM…didn’t waste any time, either…I see you… “Where’s Queen?” FriendsEgoMaturityDramaticInsecurityBrothersShadow Work Book:King of Clubs Source: King of Clubs