“No alternative so believe it. In thirty days, another Cuppacio will be added to the family tree.”
Tunan was dumbfounded with his mouth wide open as he stared at me. If the shit wasn’t so fucked up, I’d be laughing.
“Don done lost his fuckin’ mind. I mean, I knew his mind was gone when we got dumped in the desert, but damn! Now I really feel fucked up behind marryin’ Glow. You coulda had her.”
“That's all you, bro, and the desert really ain’t the hardest challenge we've been on. Just be glad you came in when you did.”
“I would say, it ain't worth it, but it mostdefinitelyis. I know you’n want nan one of dem, but shit… if it’s gonna keep you on top, just do eeny, meeny, miny, moe.”
“You childish as fuck.” I chuckled while shaking my head.
“Real shit, you gonna have to spin in a circle and cover your eyes and point, and whoever you land on, dat’s the one. The baby mama may sound like the obvious choice cuz she got yo’ daughter, but from where I’m from, niggas hate dey baby mamas—especially the first one. Number two is always the sweet spot. The fact dat she hid the baby from you, no matter the circumstances, is questionable as fuck. Now, Mexi-Mami, her being on dope can cause a whol’ bitch of fuckin’ problems. She could get clean and you could marry her, but dere’s dat possibility of her gettin’ right the fuck back on drugs. She could get so sprung out dat she take you for errthang you got!” His ass shivered, and I knew he was thinking about ole girl who cleanedhim out. “Den we got dem niggas she was promised to… I mean, ain’t no bitch in my blood, but you know Mexicans be deep. Dey don’t die, Dey multiply. Shit, I’d hate like hell to be you.”
I was indeed in a fucked-up spot, but there was no sense in dwelling on it. I could walk away. I’d thought about walking away more than once since I’d been propositioned on that plane, but I knew it wouldn’t end well for my people. We’d wanted this for so long to secure our family and reinvent the Cuppacio name. We didn’t give a fuck about the mob; Don killing our fathers was a gift. But when Ezio saw how Scarlett and the Rinaldi Mob were living, we all agreed our mamas and aunts deserved the same. Merging was the better move for our family, and the wife requirement was simple to me—so simple that I’d been on Ezio and my cousin’s asses about finding wives and doing what was necessary. Now, I was in the same position. The difference was that I had two beautiful women as options, and I wanted nothing to do with either of them.
Bahati was the obvious choice, but my gut was telling me to pay Bahati dust. Something about her rubbed me the same way as Solana doing drugs, and that was saying a lot since I was strongly against cokeheads. She hadn’t faltered at all, even agreeing to the DNA test without attitude. When the nurse showed up at the house to do the DNA swabs of Shya and me, Bahati stood by with no emotion or expression indicating deceit. Shya, however, had completely shown her ass, not wanting the nurse to even touch her to collect the skin cells needed. She already cried nonstop, so I felt bad about forcing her to let the lady swab her cheeks. The way she bucked and screamed, you’d think the few seconds were hours of her having the long Q-tip in her mouth.
“So what you gonna do, Shio?” Tunan asked, pulling me from my short-term memories.
“Shit… I’ll figure it out. I have a month. I’ll pray on it, fast, and hopefully have some insight before Don chooses for me.”
“Fuuuuck no! Don’t let dat nigga choose. Ion trust none of his decisions, and I haven't even been ’round long.”
“Shio?”
Turning my neck, my eyes fell to Uriah standing behind Tunan and me. My dick bricked at the sight of her, which wasn’t a surprise. For one, she looked good as fuck in heeled sandals, a backless denim dress that stopped mid-thigh, and a silver clutch that matched her silver accessories. Her surgically-enhanced breasts spilled from the sides. There was some type of red gloss on her lips, and her hair was in loose curls that I’d more than likely paid for. It hadn't been long since I broke her off when I fucked around and called her Solana’s name. I hadn’t seen her since, and from all the shit brewing, it would be a long time before I even entertained the idea of calling Uriah up.
“Damn!” Tunan whistled, making Uriah blush.
She eyed me, the small smile playing coy on her face. “I knew that was you. I know your back from anywhere.”
Turning fully in my seat, I chucked my chin. “Wassup, Uriah? You look nice.”
I had no qualms about telling a woman they were pretty. The compliment didn’t mean I was ready to fuck, even though my dick was saying something totally different.
“Thank you.” She cocked her head. “I’ve been calling you.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“You’re always busy.”
“I am.” I grabbed the glass and sipped from it while holding her stare.
“Too busy for fun, though?”
Running my hand down my mouth, I called for the bartender, who was back on my side of the bar in seconds. “Brook… Add Uriah to my tab. Whatever she wants, it’s on me.”
Uriah’s eyes bounced to Brook, but I didn’t detect any jealousy. Brook was cute, but Uriah was a twenty on a light day, and today was a light day. Uriah probably wasn’t threatened because, in her mind, she knew the type of women I craved, and Brook didn’t fit the criteria. Unbeknownst to Uriah, I’d take Brook down without hesitation if I were on that. Pretty women were pretty women. I didn’t have a type. My dick did, however, have its limits. It didn’t pump for just everybody.
Uriah kept her composure, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes when she looked back at me.
“Got it.” Brook was back across the bar after realizing my need had nothing to do with her and me. You’d think she was wearing skates with how fast she walked away.
“You can at least say you’ll call me when you’re free, Shio. Give a girl some hope.” Uriah smiled softly.
“You know I can’t do that.” Licking my lips, I gave her one more onceover. “But you enjoy your night.”
Uriah nodded, glanced at Tunan, and then turned on her heels. The dress didn’t do justice to her ass, but she still looked good in it. To a random man, Uriah looked thick, but because I’d seen her naked, had her bouncing on my dick, and had her riding my pelvis, I knew the true nature of her butt’s size.
