Page 67 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

Ma

I see you handled your little problem. Nice work. I have an idea on how we can cut down shipping costs on the arms. Call me.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

I may have a lead on who’s been targeting your people. Call me when you have a chance.

Kilo

Brick! Nigga, CALL ME BACK! I need to see if I can eat this leftover salmon. It’s been in the fridge for three days! Is it still good?

Mina

I still can’t believe you would really do me like this!

Pistol

Aye…

Xoe

Hey, I know it’s been a minute, but I broke up with my nigga. Can I get back on the roster? I miss that dick.

Kilo

Nigga, I’m about to call Chap to file a missing person’s report… & do you know how to get blood out of leather?

Isighed before placing my phone back in the drawer of my nightstand. I didn’t give a fuck about none of that. The warehouses, the hoes, the shipping, Kilo’s leather pants or his fuckin’ tilapia. I hadn’t even checked on the club. I knew I had an amazing, trustworthy staff, but going more than one day without at least calling was not like me.

It had been four.

“Can we get tacos today?” Peep asked from her comfortable position, body tangled up in mine with her head on my chest. The last few days had been filled with nothing but me sexing her, feeding her, eating her, holding her, and whatever else she wanted. I was still pissed that I couldn’t take her on a honeymoon anytime soon, but we were doing good in our little bubble.

“Whatever you want,” I answered, kissing her shoulder. I meant that shit too. I think that woman had put some sort of hex on me. From the moment she snatched my soul with that tight ass pussy, she sunk her claws in a nigga even deeper.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked softly.

I sighed. I was about to ask for another round, but I already knew by her tone this was about to be some soft, feely shit.

“Stop asking me if you can ask me shit. Just say what’s on your mind.”

“What’s the deal with you and your mom? I can’t figure y’all out,” she said. I could tell from the look on her face that she had been thinking about this for a long ass time.

“Shit, Peep, I can’t figure us out,” I mumbled. That was the last thing I expected and honestly the last thing I wanted to talk about. I just told her she should ask me anything, so I couldn’t punk out already.

“Do you love her?” she asked, rubbing her fingers over my arm in a way that calmed me. She loved tracing over a nigga’s tattoos.

“I… I don’t know,” I sighed heavily. I realized that I had never been asked that question before, and the whole conversation had me feeling awkward as hell.

“Well… do you like her?” She continued to probe.

“Hell naw!” I answered quickly. “Listen, I’ll put a muhfucka in the ground before I let them disrespect her, but the lady is insane. She’s manipulative, and she constantly holds the shit she does over our heads. Mothers ain’t supposed to do shit like that,” I mumbled angrily.

“But she gave you such an amazing life,” she said, words sounding more like a question than a statement.

“At what cost, though? We needed a mother more than we needed all this other shit. We already lost one parent, and in a way, I felt like we lost her too.” This girl had me open like a fuckin’ book and the shit just kept spilling out.

“But… you had her. She was there.”