Page 65 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“No. It’s kind of cute.”
“Whatever, man. Get out my car.” I nudged her playfully toward the door and got out.
Strolling around the front to meet her on her side, I opened her door for her again.
“This house is huge! I ain’t never seen no shit like this in real life.” She lifted her head to the sky to observe the two-story, eight-thousand-square-foot home.
It was modest compared to the property we had overseas.
“That whole side is mom’s shit.” I waved to the east wing.
With my keys in hand, I approached the stairs to the porch and double-glass pane doors. A staircase was to the immediate right in the foyer, with the dining room to our left and the living room straight ahead.
“Kick those shoes off,” I told her, doing the same with mine and leaving them near the bottom of the stairs.
She did as she was told and followed me through the rest of the house. Bootsy Collins’ “I’d Rather Be With You” blastedthrough the sound bar, and when I inhaled, I could swear I smelled weed, specifically one of the strains I kept in my room.
“Said I’d rather be with youuuuu,” Marcella sang, snapping her fingers and moving her hips while Rossi took a pull from a joint she held close.
“The fuck? Ma, you smoking my shit?” I tossed my hands up in the living room, passing the wet bar tucked in a corner and shelves lined with top-shelf liquor.
She immediately choked, caught off guard, and Marcella kept twirling and two stepping along.
“Brick, what you doing here so early?”
“Catching y’all in rare fucking form.”
“Baby, I been doing this since before you was born. We was just having a little turn up.” Marcella grabbed the joint from Rossi and brought it to her lips.
“Bro, y’all tripping. Ma, how you just go in my room and take my shit?”
“Brick, you know damn well you ain’t tripping about no damn joint, all that damn weed up there. Is that… Six?” She squinted past me, finally realizing I wasn’t alone.
“Hey, Rossi.” Six waved.
“Well, come on in here. You want something to eat or drink? Brick, why you ain’t tell me you was bringing company home?”
“We just gon’ head upstairs and chill. I ain’t fucking with y’all.”
“Well, wait a minute now. Who is Six?” Marcella stopped me when I grabbed Six’s hand to lead her away.
“My girl!” I yelled over my shoulder. “We out.”
“You so rude. It was nice meeting you!” Six waved to Rossi and Marcella on the way out.
Guiding her back through the front of the house, we started up the steps together. She admired the artwork on the walls while I pulled her along to my bedroom straight ahead. I turnedthe knob and kicked the door open. Everything was black in my room, including the walls. All the finishing on my dressers and mirrors was chrome, giving it a classic vibe. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it on a nearby chair. Six moved around, taking in my décor. She went through my cologne collection on the dresser and checked my body products while I grabbed some weed to roll up and strolled over to my seating area to chill.
“It’s like your own little world up here.” She padded across the cloud-soft carpet and dropped down beside me on the couch.
“Hell yeah. Snacks are back there in the mini fridge.” I nodded over my shoulder and settled with my weed tray in my lap as she reached for the remote to the TV.
“Which app you watch the most?”
“Shit, probably Netflix or Discovery. I like those cooking show challenges.”
“You cook?” she queried, flicking the TV on.
“Nah, but Marcie does. If I see some shit I like, I just tell her to make it.”
