“Shut up,” he interrupted, handing me back the box. “You don’t have to plead your case to me, Black.”
He ran his hand over his head.
“At least you’ll make an honest woman out of her,” he grunted, reminding me how much it burned his ass that Lacey moved in with me as soon as I got released from prison.
He sighed, reached out and grabbed my shoulder.
“Real happy for you, Black. It took me a while to get over that it’s Lacey that makes you happy,” he admitted. “You’ll understand one day, when you have kids of your own. They get under you man, they make your heart so big and so full you don’t know how you ever lived without them.” He swallowed, took a second and then continued.
“You got my blessing.”
“I was going to do it with or without it,” I joked.
“I hope you have ten daughters,” he spat.
“I hope so too,” I said, grinning as I pocketed the ring and stared back at him.
“See you on the other side,brother,” he rasped, leaning back against his bike. “Go on, go get your girl.”
I nodded as I straddled my bike and gripped the handlebars.
Time to draw that final card.
Time to start write chapter.
Girl, I’m coming for you.