“Which one of you did not turn Jamieson’s phone off?” My mother was the first to speak, just as my father came back into the room.
“Ok, I am going to go upstairs, get Rocki, and leave. I’m not a part of this,” Sofia said, standing up and quickly retreatingfrom the room. I scratched my forehead as I watched Snow and then my father.
“I thought you did,” I said, pointing at Snow.
“Na, nigga I’m not in this. You were the one dealing with that Jamieson shit. That’s all you, I never even seen his phone,” Snow said, lifting his hands defensively.
“Both of you shut the fuck up. Tomasso, deal with your sons. You two cannot make these kinds of silly mistakes,” my mother switched up from being Martha Stewart to a sadistic drug queenpin fast as hell,which was always something to witness.
“Where’s the phone now, Buddha?” My father asked.
“I fucked it up with my sledgehammer,” I informed him.
“No worries, I’ll talk to someone from the station to find out exactly what they know and how much they found out about Jamieson’s disappearance.”
“What about his brother? You need me to pay him a visit?” Snow asked, cracking his knuckles.
“Na, leave him. If he gets really out of hand, we’ll take it from there,” Snow and I nodded our heads at our father. My brother and I stood up to leave when my father called out to me.
“Buddha, where’s Dior?”
“She’s asleep,” I replied, as I kept walking toward the front door.
“Asleep is good. It means you’re handling your business like a Ricci man should,” I knew exactly what he meant, but I wasn’t about to encourage a conversation about my sex life with my father.
“I’ll see you when it’s time to board the plane,” I told him before I exited the house.
“Aye,idiota(idiot). Did you talk to her?” I addressed my brother as I was about to get behind the wheel of my car. He knew I was referring to Angel.
“Yeah,” Snow answered, as he paused to light a cigarette.
“Well, what she say?”
“I can’t remember. I was too busy eating her pussy,” he blew out a cloud of smoke into the air before opening the door of his Rolls-Royce. I shook my head because he thought everything was a fucking game.
“When what you’re doing comes out, and shit hits the fan, please leave me the fuck out of it,” I warned him before I drove off to take my ass home.
Walking into my bedroom, the sight on the bed was all that mattered right now. Dior was in the same position, mouth open as she snored like a mothafucka. Poor Lotus was curled up next to her, with a confused look at what was making that sound.
Removing my Glock from my waist and taking my t-shirt off, I walked over to the bed.
“Get your ass down, Lotus,” I said to my dog, who immediately hopped off the mattress. Climbing into the bed and under the blanket, I pulled Dior next to me, kissing behind her neck.
“You’re back,” she said, snuggling against my chest with a satisfied moan.
“Yeah, I told you I wouldn’t be long,” I replied, kissing her again. I planned on staying right here with my wife until it was time for us to go to Italy.
Chapter Ten- Dior
Stepping out of the plane’s bathroom, I stopped and adjusted my linen vest, fixing the top button. The matching shorts stopped mid-thigh. Buddha chose this outfit. Had I known creepy ass Luca would be here, I would have worn an XL garbage bag. I could feel his slimy eyes following me as I walked back to my seat.
As soon as I sat down, Buddha leaned over and buckled me in. “We’ll be landing in a few minutes,” he informed me, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. I smiled at him because it didn’t take long of being on the plane for me to realize that the big, bad, invincible Buddha was afraid of flying. I reached up and touched his face, my way of letting him know it will be fine.
I was super excited for this trip, even though Buddha told me I would have to find ways to entertain myself because he would be busy with Francesco and his father. The trip to Tuscany was only three days, but I still planned on making the best of it.
“Please, fasten your seatbelts as we begin our descent to Florence Airport,” the captain made his announcement. I looked straight ahead as I relaxed in my seat. I had never been on a private plane before, and this was dope as fuck. Having your own crew cater to you and nice, roomy seats, with a reserved room for napping if you get tired, was something I wish I could tell Mia.
The feel of someone’s eyes on me made me turn to the opposite side of where I was seated. There was Luca again, just gawking at me with an expression I couldn’t read. He always manages to glare at me when he knows Buddha wasn’t watching.
