Page 78 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“Are you okay? Let me see,” she urged.

“I'm good,” I promised her. “It’s just a little flesh wound. Pistol got me right.”

“You scared me,” she said with a heavy sigh. Once we were out of danger and I was trying to check on her, she was freaking out because I was bleeding. She begged me to go to the hospital, but I convinced her that I was okay.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry for all of this shit,” I huffed.

“It isn't your fault. I'm fine,” she assured me.

“It is my fuckin' fault, Des. It's my job to keep you safe. I failed,” I said solemnly.

“Brick, I am okay,” she said softly. “Not a scratch on me.”

“But that shit never should have happened. Niggas know better, and if they don’t, they ‘bout to find out real soon. If something would have happened to you…” My voice trailed off as I fumed, clearing my throat to try to dislodge the lump forming there.

“Wait…” Panic washed over her face. “What are you going to do?”

“I already told you not to ask questions you’re not ready to hear the answer to, baby,” I said softly, kissing her forehead. I knew one thing, once I found out who the fuck was targeting us, they wouldn’t have to worry about my brothers because they would have to see me personally.

Twenty

Straight to Hell

DESTINY

“Girl!” Kat hollered as she came barreling into my living room. I looked up from the puzzle I was doing and smiled at her before she continued her rant. “Your security is more thorough than the niggas in TSA! That man checked everything but my bootyhole!” I cackled at her silly ass, watching as she strutted over and joined me on the floor.

“I am so sorry, Kat. Ever since the shooting, Brick has been really overprotective. I feel like I’m on house arrest!” Overprotective wasn’t even the word, he had hired armed guards for the house and wouldn’t let me leave without the accompaniment of him and a half dozen members of the Secret Service. I got to the point where I just stayed in out of sheer embarrassment. It had been almost a month since the shooting, and from what I heard, they didn’t seem to be any closer to finding out who was responsible. Luckily, I had enrolled in a couple of online classes for the fall semester, so at least I had homework to keep me busy. It was surprisingly easy, so I breezed through my work quickly which left me bored as hell by the end of each day.

“I mean, dang,” she teased. “I know that was probably scary, but he got you locked up in here like a China doll! Destiny…” Her eyes widened. “Girl! Are you pregnant?”

“Absolutely not!” I chirped back. “He doesn’t even want kids!”

“I bet that ain’t stopped him from shootin’ up the club!” she teased.

“Shoo—what?” I narrowed my eyes at her, in confusion.

“Oh my God!” She laughed as she playfully pushed my shoulder. “I know that nigga been nuttin’ in you non-stop… Did you do the trick I taught you?” Her brows went up suggestively as she toyed with the lollipop she had in her mouth, rolling it back and forth over her tongue.

“Oh, yeah… and yes. He was very appreciative,” I said with a laugh, feeling my cheeks heat up. Yes, Kat had been helping me tap into my inner sex goddess, teaching me a few things that had Brick’s toes curling so bad that all he could do was look at me sideways afterwards.

I admired her boldness and her confidence, and she was showing me how to command that same attention, respect, and lust.

“Well, you’re welcome. I should teach classes on this shit. Every woman out there deserves to be fucked well and to be able to give it back in return. Just let me know when you’re ready for the next level.”

“Next level?” I asked. I had been riding, sucking, and jacking that man to death every chance I got… What could possibly be next?

“I’m just saying… If y’all ever need a third, I would love to volunteer,” she said, giving me a suggestive look while her tongue flickered over her candy.

“I—umm… You mean like, in a threesome?” I asked, eyes damn near popping out of my head.

“Yeah. Like maybe for a birthday, special occasion,” she said casually, meanwhile my brain went into a downward spiral.

Wait… Does she wanna fuck my man?

Did she only befriend me so she could get close to him?

“Des…” She called my name softly. “Did I say something wrong? I hope I didn’t offend you. Just forget I said anything!” she said with a sad expression on her face. I looked off, trying to hide the discomfort on mine.