He frowned at me. “No disrespect, Prez. But a club girl becoming an Old Lady? Shit, just isn’t done. I worry about my girl.”
I laughed. “Bro, Harmony is harmless. She’s not like other club girls, she ain’t just around to make her way to the top. I’m more worried about the influence your woman is having on mine than the other way around.”
“Club girls are a particular breed, Prez.”
I shrugged. “Del seems to like her.”
“That’s what I worry about. Del’s too nice, don’t want my girl getting shit on.”
“Maybe you should have more faith in your woman’s ability to read character, Brother.”
He growled in his throat but opted to say nothing, continuing to watch the women with hawk eyes as they rose from their seats and strolled toward us.
“You gonna play us something tonight, Harm?” Mix asked as Harmony walked up and wrapped her good arm around my waist. Del did the same to Wreck and began to pat him on the chest, no doubt knowing he was wound tight and wanting to calm him.
Harmony pointed to her arm, which was slinged tightly to her side. “I’m trying not to move it as much as possible so it will heal faster. It’s killing me, but I’m not playing right now.”
“You sing and I’ll play,” he offered. As I said before, Mix was a master of almost anything. It didn’t surprise me in the least to know that he could play the guitar, even though I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. “Do you know ‘Latch’ by Disclosure?”
Harmony laughed and nodded her head. “Yes, I do.”
I wasn’t sure if I’d heard the song, but the smug look that Mix gave me told me he had picked it purposely.
Mix fetched his guitar, which I had no idea he owned, and we moved outside where there was a large pit that we used for bonfires. Some of the boys started it up, getting the fire cranking. People moved from inside like moths to a flame, milling around and relaxing. The environment was different, there was no yelling over loud music or heavy bass. Just people talking and laughing, enjoying hanging out with our Brothers and friends.
We dragged some old couches outside and I pulled Harmony into my lap as Mix took up the couch opposite. He strummed a few chords, twisting the little dials at the end of the neck of the guitar, tuning it I guessed. As he started to play, people moved closer, the melodic sound of the instrument drawing them in.
Harmony started singing soon after, her voice causing my skin to prickle. Her voice always sent shivers up my spine. It was soft and a little bit smoky, but it was the power that she managed to put behind the words that hit me. It was like she’d written the song herself. You could tell she felt it, that she could feel whatever the person who had written it was going through and was able to portray those emotions with her voice.
I looked over at Mix, who was strumming happily, his eyes met mine and he grinned.
Fucking smart ass.
I laughed out loud and Harmony smiled down at me while she continued to sing. I knew why Mix had picked the song. It was exactly how I was feeling. I had this girl now, there was no way I was letting her walk away. We were good, we’d finally talked and I think we were both at a point where we understood where the other was coming from. She knew that she wasn’t just another conquest and that, when all is said and done, I’m not just going to say see you later and be done with it.
I wanted her, and I wanted her forever. Not just for now.
I swayed my body with hers as she continued to sing the song, people around us even joining her.
It felt real good to be with my girl, but not just that, it felt fucking incredible to be with my girlandwith my club.
But, of course, good things never last.