Page 64 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
Awwww. They really are cute together though.
I give it six months.
The comments pouring in were a mixture of hate, envy, and encouragement. I had some dope followers, but I also had those that thought they could say whatever the fuck they wanted behind a keyboard. That shit came with the territory though. Six hooked her arms around my neck and nuzzled against me. The views were running up as I skimmed through some of the comments. Muhfuckas was really tuning in to this shit, making me smile.
Maybe he’s not as bad as y’all think he is.
Hopefully this girl can tame him.
We rooting for you, Brick!
Maybe he’ll stop being such a bully!
Some of the remarks had my shoulders tight while my jaw locked, infuriated. This was the bad side of social media that had you ready to find IP addresses so you could pull up on muhfuckas and set an example. Six gently stroked the back of my head and leaned toward my ear.
“Ignore them,” she insisted, turning and tapping the screen to end our views. “We’re good. Matter of fact, let’s get out of here. I’m not quite ready for the night to end.”
“Word?” I reared my head and skimmed her pretty ass face.
She was a mix of Chilli from TLC in the skin tone with the light Keri Hilson eyes and nose.
“Yeah. I’m not fucking you though, Brick.”
“Who said anything about fucking?” I nipped playfully at my bottom lip.
“Your third leg poking me in my damn ass!” She hopped up, and I had to fix my shit.
She damn sure had him on full stiff mode. Chuckling, I watched her get flustered, crossing her arms over her chest with a cute scowl.
“Aye, that shit a reflex.” I pulled myself to my feet but continued to admire her still trying to be all tough.
The ice was starting to unthaw on Six, and she was trying to keep it cool.
“You play video games, or UNO?”
“UNO? Really nigga?” She twisted her lips at me.
“I bet I beat ya ass.” I rubbed my hands together, and she fought a laugh.
“You got snacks?”
“Pssh, I’m a pothead. Kind of question is that?” I made a face, and she bobbed her head. “I even subscribe to those sites where they send you shit from different countries. Nigga got some cookies from Japan, fye ’den a muhfucka.”
“I’m with it.” Her gorgeous ass eyes lit up with interest.
“This is your house?” Six sat forward in her seat when the iron gate swung open and our modern-style mansion appeared.
There were two garages on opposite sides that housed three cars, and I parked at the one closest to the exit.
“Me, my grandma, and Rossi. Plus, whoever decides to pop in. There are four other houses on the property, and my brothers live in two of them with their families. I have one reserved for me, but I like being here.”
“Aw, you a mama’s boy?” she mocked, but my expression was serious.
I’d been teased all my life about that. Rossi was indeed my heart though. She could do no wrong in my eyes.
“That’s funny to you?”
She covered her mouth when she laughed.
