Nariah POV
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We had just made it to the club. We were still sitting in the car, and I was putting my glock, taser, and knives in my handbag.
"Ready?" Cold asked me. I nodded. Then Cold looked at Razz, who was in the driver's seat. "You can leave the car running. We should be out in 30. If we ain't back in 30, then that means some s**t went down. So you come to the 3rd floor and to the 5th room." He told Razz.
"Gotcha," He said.
Cold stepped out the car and came to open the back door for me. When he opened it, he stood there and stared at me for a minute.
"Baby, I know I look like I'm looking edible tonight, but we got a meeting to attend," I said. He chuckled and nodded.
"Guh, hush. You ain't that cute. But all jokes aside, you look so beautiful tonight." He said, making me blush
