Page 11 of Karrington

“That’s my fucking wife, bruh.”

He laughed and lifted his hands in surrender. “I know. I’m just saying. Sis is really, really pretty.”

“Not you being territorial already,” Toe joked as we stood to exit.

“You damn right.” I agreed, shoving Bully out of the row we were in. “She might not have my last name yet, but she’s mine.”

“So? You can’t stop men from appreciating her beauty,” Bully teased, and I was actually grateful for it. If I couldn’t depend on him and Beethoven to do anything else, I could depend on them to talk shit and joke with me. It almost made things feel normal.Almost.

“I can actually. I can rip their eyes out. They won’t be able to look at her or anyone else.”

“This nigga,” Merc grumbled with a shake of his head.

“I can see we’re about to have our hands full,” Asylum said, and unfortunately, my heart told me he was right.

A Few Hours Later

I hadn’t hadone drink, but I let the crew indulge on my behalf. After what happened the last time, I didn’t want to risk my hurt and anger getting the best of me. We’d rented out space in Tyreek’s gentlemen’s club to turn up tonight, and even without smoking or drinking, I was enjoying myself.

It felt good to have something good to think about… even if Eyela didn’t know how proud of her I was. How impressed with her I was. Ever since we left, I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind. As possessive as I felt about the guys admiring her beauty, I couldn’t deny just how beautiful she was. She had the prettiest, most delicate features, and I was a sucker for a beautiful woman.

When my phone vibrated and I saw that it was Caesar, I headed outside. I knew the call would have disconnected by the time I got there, but I wanted privacy and silence to hear what he had to say. The contract hadn’t been signed yet, and I didn’t need him changing his mind.

Outside, I returned his call, and he answered on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Caesar… is everything good to go?”

“Yeah. My daughter wanted to speak with you. One second.”

“Oh. I—”

“Hello?”

The sound of her sweet, low voice made my dick harden.

“Eyela?”

She didn’t respond right away. “Hi.”

Slowly, my lips spread into a smile as I leaned against the brick wall. “Hey.”

Eyela cleared her throat. “Um… I just wanted to thank you for the gifts. You didn’t have to do that at all, but I really appreciate the gesture.”

“You’re welcome. Congratulations. I’m proud of you, and you did a wonderful job. The solo… touched me. I don’t know any other way to describe it.”

Her light giggle sounded like more music to my ears. “Thank you. I’m happy you came and that you enjoyed my playing.”

“How many instruments do you play?”

“Let’s see…” Silence filled the line as she thought about it. “Piano, harp, guitar, violin, flute. Five. Six if you include my voice.”

“Wow, that’s impressive.” I locked in the mental note to have a music room set up for her in what would be our home.

Caesar said something in the background that made her sigh. “I have to go, Karrington, but thank you again.”

“You’re welcome. Enjoy your evening, Eyela.”

“You as well.”

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