The Escalade rolled onto the block like a shark in shallow water. Two-bit was right; the atmosphere had shifted. On the corner, a group of guys in heavy hoodies and low-slung jeans stopped their conversation, their eyes tracking the blacked-out Cadillac with cold, predatory curiosity. One of them spat on the sidewalk, his hand resting conspicuously near his waistband.

​"Make it quick, Hart," Two-bit muttered, his eyes glued to the side mirrors. "The air is thick out here."

​I stepped out, my boots hitting the cracked pavement. I ignored the stares from the crew on the corner and walked up the narrow concrete path to a weathered brick house. I hammered on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet street.

​When the locks turned and the door swung open, I braced myself for a sobbing Chloe. Instead, I was met with a literal wall of heat and curves.

​She wasn't Chloe. She was taller, her skin a deep, rich mahogany that glowed under the porch light. If Chloe was a light breeze, this woman was a tropical storm. She was wearing a leopard-print shirt dress that was fighting a losing battle to contain her; the fabric was stretched so thin over her massive, shelf-like hips and heavy breasts that the animal print was distorted into abstract shapes.

​She leaned against the doorframe, her pose deliberate, her dark eyes raking over me with a slow, shameless hunger.

​"Well, well," she purred, her voice a deep, honeyed rasp. "You must be the famous Druski. Chloe didn't mention you looked like that in person."

​She shifted her weight, and the hem of that tight dress rode up even higher, revealing thick, muscular thighs that looked like they could crush stone.

She smelled like cocoa butter and something spicy—a scent that filled the cramped doorway.

​"I'm Tiana," she said, a wicked smirk playing on her full, painted lips. "Chloe's big sister. And honey, if I knew you were the one coming to collect her, I would've told her to stay in the car and let me handle the greeting."

​She didn't move to let me in. Instead, she stayed right where she was, blocking the entrance with her incredible frame, clearly enjoying the fact that she was forcing me to take in every single curve she had.

​"Is she ready?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the distraction.

​Tiana let out a low, vibrating laugh that made her chest heave. "She's inside packing her little tantrum into a suitcase. But you... you look like you need a drink. Or maybe something a bit more substantial to handle a Queens girl."

Tiana stepped back, swinging the door wide with a flourish. "Don't just stand there on the porch like a bill collector, Druski. Come on into the living room. It's too hot out there for a man in a suit like that."

​I stepped inside, and the door clicked shut, cutting off the muffled sounds of the street and the prying eyes of the crew on the corner. The living room was small, filled with the scent of incense and the low hum of a window AC unit that was barely keeping up.

​"Chloe!" Tiana shouted toward the back of the house, her voice booming. "Your ride's here! Try to move faster than a turtle for once!"

​She turned back to me, her eyes locked onto mine. She didn't sit down. Instead, she began to pace slowly around me, like a lioness circling a piece of high-grade steak. The way she moved in that leopard print dress was hypnotic; her hips swung with a heavy, rhythmic weight, the fabric straining and bunching with every step.

​"You know," she murmured, stopping so close I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. She reached out, her fingers—long, with sharp acrylic nails—brushing a speck of dust off my shoulder. "My little sister has a habit of finding gold and treating it like copper. She's been crying for two days, but looking at you? I think I'd be doing a lot more than crying if you were mine."

​She leaned in, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Jamaica is a rough place, Druski. A man like you shouldn't be out here alone. You need someone who knows how to take care of a man like you properly."

​She let her hand slide down from my shoulder, her palm grazing my chest as she traced the line of my muscles. She was bold, her flirting wasn't a suggestion—it was a challenge. She was making it very clear that while Chloe was the one leaving with me, Tiana was the one I'd be thinking about on the drive back.

​"Maybe when you're tired of the drama," she purred, her eyes dropping to my lips, "you'll come back to Queens for the real thing."

"I don't think your sister would be too thrilled about that idea," I said, my voice dropping an octave as I let my eyes slowly travel down her frame.

​I wasn't lying. Tiana was a walking weapon. She reminded me of a classic porn actress—all lethal curves and unapologetic confidence. Victoria Cakes.

Her backside was massive, rounded like two heavy watermelons, and the way the leopard print stretched over her skin made my pulse thrum. I could already picture the scene: pinning her against that living room wall, hiking up that dress, and burying myself deep in that heavy heat until I left her shaking.

​"She wouldn't have to know," Tiana whispered, leaning in so close I could feel the ghost of her breath against my ear. "We can make a plan, Druski. Something private. Something she'd never find out about."

​Just as the invitation hung thick in the air, the floorboards creaked.

​"What is she saying to you, Druski?"

​Chloe stepped into the room, her voice sharp with instant suspicion. She was holding a small designer suitcase, but her eyes were locked on Tiana. Chloe had clearly tried to compete; she was poured into a cherry-red mini dress that was practically spray-painted onto her skin. The plunging neckline showed off her deep cleavage, and the hem was dangerously short, highlighting her toned, honey-colored legs. She looked incredible, but standing next to Tiana's raw, explosive power, she looked like a firecracker next to a stick of dynamite.

I pulled back from Tiana smoothly, my expression shifting into a calm, effortless mask.

​"She was just giving me the layout of the land," I said, a slow smile playing on my lips. "Telling me just how dangerous this hood can get for a man who doesn't know the rules."

​Chloe's eyes darted between us, her nostrils flaring slightly. She wasn't stupid—she could smell the lingering scent of Tiana's perfume on my suit. "Is that so? Funny, I didn't know my sister was the neighborhood watch all of a sudden."

​Tiana just chuckled, a deep, knowing sound that started in her chest. She smoothed the leopard print over her wide hips, giving me one last, lingering look that said everything it needed to.

​"Just looking out for your interests, baby sister," Tiana purred, her eyes never leaving mine. "I'd hate for something so... valuable to get lost in the dark."

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