Page 13 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“Okay, I can work with that.” Armon stroked his beard before moving his face closer to the screen of his laptop and clicking away.
“How?”
“We can do like a blind date type of situation. Like reality shows used to be, but we take it to the next level. You can do lives and add different women and interview them, then take them on dates if you feel like you’re compatible. We can make a whole promo roll for it too and get a video shot for you before it takes place. I think you need to start looking, the sooner the better though. We want it to be organic, not no fake shit.”
“But it is fake shit, Mon. This the definition of that, bro.”
“We know that, but the rest of the world don’t. Whoever you pick will sign an NDA and receive a monthly stipend for pretending to be your girl. How much you willing to pay to clean up your image?”
That was a loaded fucking question. All this shit was crazy and had my head spinning, or it could have been the good ass kush I was blowing.
“I don’t know. Like twenty racks.”
“A month?” Armon’s jaw nearly hit his chest.
“Yeah. I mean, whoever I choose gotta be as fly as me for one. So the maintenance on a baddie for that is about that much.” I shrugged casually. “And at some point, she has to agree to marry me. That’s what all this has to lead to.”
“I forgot you wipe ya ass with that in endorsements for skincare products alone,” Armon joked, shaking his head and focusing on his computer. “I hit Jason with the notice, so he’s going to have an official contract drawn up. We need a timeline though. So say you’re looking for Miss Right for the next month. Thirty days to find your future wife sound about right?”
“Yeah, that gives me enough time to figure out if this chick is crazy or not, and I can drop her ass for somebody else,” I said from behind him, watching him click away on his keyboard.
“You need to come up with a list too. Likes and dislikes so we can weed these bitches out,” Armon advised.
“You know what, this shit just might work. When we shooting the promo video?”
“I’ll get with Bodhi and see what his schedule is like and let you know.”
“Bet. I gotta go shower and get ready for this damn meeting at Marek Headquarters. I don’t know why I need to be there when I ain’t the one running shit, but I gotta show face.” I stood tall behind him, thinking about my pops and brothers.
Shit was crazy that he was the reason Staten stayed away so long, and now that he was gone, Staten was close enough to touch. I hated that they were beefing but wouldn’t dare put myself in the middle of it.
“No problem. I need to go grab this merch anyway from our custom chick.”
“You just trying to see if she finally gon’ let you smash.” I nudged him playfully, and he gathered all his work and shoved it in the black leather Prada bag he regularly toted around.
“As much as we spent on t-shirts, hats, and fucking tote bags, the bitch better have her panties off when I get there.” Armon slung his bag over his shoulder, and I threw my head back in a fit of laughter.
“Aight, bro. Just get at me when you got all the details worked out.”
“Will do.” He dapped me up and trotted to my bedroom door to let himself out.
When I finished smoking, I took a ten-minute shower. While in the mirror brushing my teeth, my phone rang. It was Ivo facetiming me. Annoyance sent my eyes rolling back before Ipicked up and propped the phone against the toothbrush holder on the counter.
“Brick, the fuck you doing? The meeting is in forty-five minutes.”
“I know what time that shit start.” I spit toothpaste into the sink and reached for the Listerine. “I’ll be on time. I had to discuss some shit with Armon, but he came up with an idea on this whole finding me a wife shit.”
Ivo pinched the bridge of his nose, and I could tell he was sitting in his car having a smoke session.
“Do I want to know what he came up with?”
“Shit’s brilliant. I’ll tell you when I see you though. I’m getting dressed and about to head out now. You think Stat really gon’ show?”
“He better. I can run this shit, it just looks better with him here too,” Ivo noted.
“No doubt. United front and all that shit. Plus, with him and the kids in Chicago, anything can fucking happen. Having them close is better. I think he just needs some time.”
“And a damn phone. The nigga walking around with that 1999 flip phone and shit. I got him an iPhone and just added him to the family plan.”
