There was only one reason why Kiyan sat in the VIP section inside Diamondz and that was because one of his good men from his street days was finally home from jail. The group of men went out to celebrate and of course Kiyan couldn’t say no. So there he sat, leaned back in his seat with one foot on the edge of the table in front of him. A stack of ones rested in one hand and the other hand cradled the neck of the whiskey bottle he ordered. All the men wore all black and Kiyan in his signature fashion was adjourned with gold jewelry. Outside of the ten men in the section there was 3 strippers which the men eagerly threw money at. He didn’t feel any type of way being inside the establishment of a man who didn’t like him. While Kiyan wasn’t uncomfortable, he kept himself aware of what was going on around him. He didn’t have time for bullshit and drama especially with the type of people he was with now. Tossing some of the ones in the strippers direction, he planned to enjoy this day party and the company of people he hadn’t seen in a while.