Later, in the limo, Jada played back the video. “Three million views by morning,” she laughed.
Mia leaned against the velvet rope, watching the champagne flutes tremble on a silver tray nearby. The club, Infinity , was packed with the usual suspects: ballers on cell phones, influencers perfecting their pout, and old heads in crisp white sneakers acting like they owned the place. But tonight, Mia wasn't here to watch. Tonight, she was here to act bad .
“Watch this,” Mia said.
The bass hit first—low, mean, and unapologetic. Then Diddy’s voice cut through the Miami night like a promise: “If you gonna act bad, act bad for real.”