That smile instantly faded.
“Security?”
“Yes.”
“Kyrie.”
“I'm dead serious.”
“Kyrie.”
“Sianni.”
She stared at me, and I stared right back. A few seconds later, she sucked her teeth.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet, you still married me.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Unfortunately.”
A grin pulled at my mouth. “Whatever. My answer is still yes.”
“But I don’t want to go anymore,” she replied. “Taking security with me would take all the fun out of it.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of fun you trying to have?”
That answer had my mind wandering immediately.
“Just girls' fun.” She shrugged with a smirk.
“Uh-huh.” I nodded slowly. “Let me find out you over there giving some other nigga attention.”
“Boy, whatever.” She waved me off.
“Ain’t no damn whatever.” I pointed at her. “You gon’ fuck around and get that nigga hurt playing with me, Sianni.”
She stared at me for a second before shaking her head.
“Kyrie, do you realize you the only person thinking like that?”
“And have you looked at yourself?” I shot back. “Shit, you got niggas out here doing dumb shit, trying to get your attention, and got me wanting to put hands on people.”
“With that situation, you could’ve walked away,” she replied. “It was just words. It ain’t like he was really gonna do anything.”
I sucked my teeth.
“That's what you think.”
“My mama always said a nigga with words ain't gon' do nothing but talk.”
“And my pops always said a nigga with words is the most dangerous motherfucker you'll ever meet.”
She looked at me for a second, probably trying to figure out if I was serious, and I was.
As much as my pops got on my damn nerves, every now and then he'd say some shit that stuck with me. Half the time, he was on my ass about football, pushing me harder than I wanted to be pushed. But when it came to reading people? The man knew what the fuck he was talking about.
