Chapter 8

They arrived at Dynasty a little after nine that night, and Ady was already having fun. They had driven up in John's Escalade, and as John helped her out of the car, all the guys were gawking at her. She winked and blew kisses to them, just to be the tease that she was.

She was wearing a tight pink cropped top and a pair of jeans that hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was curled and it hung down to her lower back. Her makeup was simple, but made her look even more radiant.

John was wearing a dark blue tank top, an unbuttoned black button-down shirt, and black pants. He had on his black Chain Gang visor and a pair of black DG sunglasses.

Ady noticed how sexy John was looking in his outfit, and couldn't take her eyes off him. She tugged at his hand and, when he looked at her, smiled at him. "You're looking really good tonight."

He smiled back, checking her out in her outfit. "As are you." He winked at her.

She laughed. "Thanks." When they walked inside, they were playing Ady's favorite song, "Gimme The Light" by Sean Paul (I don't own it, he does!). She looked up at John and tugged his arm again. "Wanna dance?"

He rolled his eyes. "To this song?"

She let go of his hand and crossed her arms. "Fine, I'll find someone else to dance with."

She started to walk off, but John grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Fine, I'll dance with you."

She grinned and pulled him on to the dance floor. "Now just go with the flow. I know you're not that good of a dancer, so just follow what I do."

"Hey, I'm a damn good dancer." He put his hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him. "Now you're gonna follow me."

She put her arms around his neck and smiled. "Fine. Show me how good you are."

Could I be your protector

your buff in every sector

Everyman around dem wanna turn your inspector

but you no let them sweat ya

No grill you with no lecture

But dem da power drill or dem da feul injector

Dem a infector

Disease collector

Nuff of dem a gone on like dem wan come wreck ya

Done out the part

where you got in your center

But you know you dont let them guys affect ya

As they danced, they moved closer to each other. John placed both his hands on her hips, feeling her body move to the music.

Just gimme the light and pass the 'Dro (hydro)

Bust another bottle of moe

Girl dem in a my sight and I gots to know

Which one is gonna catch my flow

Cause I'm in on my vibes and I got my dough

Bust another bottle of moe

Girl dem lookin hype and I gots to know

Ady turned around, placing John's hands around her stomach. She kept dancing, pressing her body on his. They kept dancing, moving in unison to the song.

One / Two / Three / Four / Five of them

Situation gettin really live again

Girl's dem wanna hang out with the playa's and the rider's hey

Beside of them and dem say

Dem tired of the liars

Dem friars and connivers will never get inseide of dem

Dem clyder dem

Before the song ended, John turned Ady back around and pulled her even closer to him than before. They felt a certain electricity in the air as they stared into each other's eyes. John lowered his lips to hers and for the third time that day, they kissed each other. Ady ran her fingers through his hair as she pulled him closer to her, kissing him deeper than before. When they broke apart, they were both panting.

Ady smiled as she looked into his eyes. She saw something in them that made her heart flutter. "John, do you love me?"

He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "More than you know."

She laughed quietly to herself as she bit her lip. "Well, I know this. I love you too, John."

He leaned in to kiss her again, but before their lips touched, the sound of a gunshot roared through the club. As Ady grabbed John's hand to pull him to the floor, she noticed he had a blank stare on his face. He whispered, "Ady…"

She grabbed him and saw that he was clutching his side. "John, what's wrong?" Before he could answer, she saw the blood on his shirt. "Oh my god!" He fell to the floor, landing hard on his back. She knelt next to him and picked up his head. "John, you're gonna be fine." She pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. When someone answered, she could hardly talk. "Please help…my boyfriend…he's been shot!"