Page 73 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“I really might.” I was so nervous that my hands were shaking. “Especially after what I did today. Do you possibly have any connections in the Witness Protection Program?” I had already started mapping out my new life in a new city… Maybe, I would dye my hair.

God I’m gonna miss that man… and that dick! Lord, I just got it, and I waited until marriage like I was supposed to! Why would you let this happen to me?

“What did you do?” she asked in confusion.

“Exactly what you said before—but in light of recent discoveries—I may have slightly overreacted.”

“What I said?” she asked with raised brows. “Des… bitch, what did you do?”

“I blew up his car!” I admitted with my arms up. “I blew up his fucking car, Eden!” In my heartbroken delirium, I may have pulled Brick’s pride and joy out, doused it with a little gas, and watched it go up in flames. At the moment, it seemed like the most rational decision, but now the regret had my stomach turning.

“You what? The Bugatti, bitch!? Oh fuck…” Her eyes ballooned and she stepped away from me like she could already see the sniper dot on my forehead.

“Yeah,” I whined. “And when I did it, I must have spilled a little of the gas because I accidentally burned up his grass… you know he takes pride in his yard-work. Then I tried to use the water hose and that just made the shit bigger, Eden. I had to run in the garage and get the damn fire extinguisher!” He was just bragging to me about how he and his gardener had concocted the perfect water and fertilizer ratio to have the yard the most vibrant shade of green. Now there was a big ass bald spot in the middle of the backyard.

“Oh yeah… he might kill you.”

“That's what I just said! You gotta help me!”

Both of our eyes turned into saucers when we were interrupted by a pounding at the door.

“Just… Just don't open it!” I whispered in a panic.

“Eden!” Brick yelled as he continued to pound on the door. “Open this muhfuckin’ door or send my wife out here, now!”

“Wife? Brick, Des is not here! You need to leave!”

“And I will leave when she brings her ass out here!”

“I just told you, she's not here! I have company. If you not tryna hear some loud fuckin’, I'd suggest you go!” I wanted to give her an award because she was really playing her role. I slapped my forehead in realization when I remembered that my car was parked right out front.

“You want me to break this muhfucka down? I promise you that you gon’ lose your whole deposit on this apartment, and I’m still leaving with Destiny.”

“Shit,” I mumbled, dragging my body over to the door. Knowing what I now knew about Eden, I couldn’t risk someone calling the police because of all the noise. When I slowly pulled it open, and his eyes landed on me, his face held a look of relief, and I saw him let out the biggest exhale. Maybe the fallout wouldn’t be so bad.

“If you ever leave that fuckin’ house again and don't tell me where the fuck you goin’ or answer my thirty-nine muhfuckin’ phone calls, I'm putting a tracking device in yo' ass,” he snapped, making me jump.

Oh yeah, I’m dead.

“Get your shit, let’s go, Destiny.”

“Baby… Let⁠—”

“I said let’s go,” he growled.

“She doesn’t have to go with you if she doesn’t want to,” Eden said.

“Fuck if she don’t. We made vows that said til’ death do us part. I don’t think either one of us is about to punch our ticket, so I’m about to take my wife home so she can tell me what the fuck I did to make her abandon me on the middle of a Wednesday.”

“I didn’t abandon you! I just—” This time he shut me up with just a look. I turned back to Eden. “Sis… I’m just gonna go. I’ll come get my car tomorrow,” I said, giving her a smile that gave away every bit of fear I felt.

“Des, you don’t have to go,” she pleaded.

“I’m okay,” I promised her. “I’ll call you, okay.” It only took me a moment to realize that if my husband was Michael Meyers, then my sister was Jason Voorhees, and I did not want to be a witness to this particular horror showdown.

She gave me one more nervous glance before Brick walked me out the door with his finger linked through my belt loop like I was a bad ass kid and he was afraid that I would take off running. He walked me to the passenger side of his car, loaded me in, and closed the door without another word. He didn’t speak until we were almost home.

“You can start talking at any time,” he quipped.