Page 54 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“So, I’m supposed to marry you and have your baby?”
“One thing at a time, mama. I need this shit to look real. We take our time, but just know we are on a timeline,” I conveyed.
“What do I have to wear?”
“Whatever you want. Just try to match my fly. I got a personal shopper though, so you don’t have to worry about goingto the mall or none of that unless you want to. You can move into the house with me on the estate.”
“And I have to kiss you?”
Smirking, I leaned forward and swept my tongue across my lips.
“Occasionally. You said I was good looking, and we want to make it look real, right?”
Six looked away, breathing hitched and slowly tapping that damn pencil again. When she turned back to me, her rich, honey-tinted orbs danced over me. The disdain she carried for me the other day was gradually dissipating. I caught the flicker behind her gaze when it swept over my face, lingering more on my mouth. I didn’t need a bitch to gas me up. I knew I was a fine lil’ shit. Bitches of all ages were constantly on my dick. I had access to pussy whenever the fuck I wanted. The attraction wasn’t one sided.
“I have three rules,” she said, holding up her fingers to emphasize her point.
“Let’s hear ’em.” I was trying not to look all eager and shit, but this was going better than I anticipated.
I expected her to give me hell.
“One. No touching without asking. So that means we can do the hugs and kisses for the cameras, I just need to know ahead of time,” she reasoned with a tinge of edge in her tone. “Two. You don’t lie about who I am. We’re not fabricating some fairytale here. If you want this to be real, then it’ll be real.”
“Okay,” I agreed with a nod.
“Last rule. You don’t try to fix me. I’m not your charity project, and I don’t need anybody’s pity.”
There was something fierce behind her keen eyes. At first, I thought she was just a bitter ass chick with a smart mouth, but something else rested behind them when they burned into mine. Six wasn’t scared of shit. Her fearlessness only intriguedme more. Most chicks were always worried about saying the wrong thing or trying to appease me rather than challenge me on anything. I didn’t need a bitch to fall in line.
Like my father, I wanted an equal in a woman. Someone I could build with. I kept coming across the same types, so maybe it was time to switch up the play. Nobody said I had to be in love or no shit like that. After my mama’s accident, her and my daddy couldn’t even have sex. It wasn’t some shit they advertised, but I’d overhead a conversation or two about it when I wasn’t supposed to be listening. She wasn’t delusional or selfish about it at the time. She knew Pops was getting his shit off, but it never touched our doorstep. Eventually, after a few procedures, Ma got her groove back, and they were able to be intimate again, but she never seemed to be resentful of Pops. He still respected and loved the shit out of her. Six’s strength reminded me a lot of Rossi, and I didn’t even know her story.
“We talked about me… but what do you want out of this?” I asked, squinting at her across the table.
“Besides the money?” she responded, lifting a brow and shrugging. “Maybe a little peace of mind. A reason to walk into a room without people looking at me like I’m already broken and can’t come back from it. A way to reinvent myself. Plus, I can go back to school and not have to worry about paying for anything.”
“What you going to school for?”
“I do hair, nails, and makeup. I want to get officially licensed and get a business degree. Eventually, I would love to have my own salon, but I know it’s going to take time. This will help.” She rested her hands on the coursebook.
“So does that mean we have a deal?”
“When do we start?”
“I figured we could go live first tonight. Get the audience invested, then go on a few dates this week. I can pick you up tomorrow and we can chill officially. What you think?” I raneverything down that Armon suggested, and she nervously bit inside her jaw and twisted her mouth.
“I need to go in for enrollment this week, but otherwise, I’m free.”
“Bet. I got something for you.” Standing, I dug a fresh pink iPhone 16 from my pocket and slid it to her. “My number is already programmed, so is Rossi’s. I also put my brothers in there just in case. If you can’t ever reach me and some shit jump off, call one of them and they got you.”
Picking up the phone, she studied it first before her eyes connected with mine across the table.
“We can go live around ten. So be ready.”
“We might be faking this situation, but I’m not going to pretend to be anybody else but me,” she concluded.
“That’s exactly why I want you,” I said, backing up and winking at her. “I’ll hit you later.”
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