Page 92 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“Lord, I think he’s met his match,” Sol tittered as she stood tall behind the counter.
“Man, that shit was harmless. I was just hanging with my bro, trying to get him to lighten up. Ain’t like I was in there fucking none of them bitches. I can’t speak for Staten, but that nigga just needed to release some tension.” He gripped my bag in his hand.
“I don’t care.” I shrugged, even though that was the furthest thing from the truth.
I hated that he was starting to chip away at the ice around my heart with his boyish charm.
“You being hella childish.” Brick narrowed his eyes with a suddenly serious tone.
“Whatever. I’m ready to go. Later Sol, see you at the house, Rossi,” I shouted over my shoulder, strutting past Brick and dragging my bag on wheels behind me.
Shaking his head, Brick spun on his heel and followed me.
“If you gon’ be like that the whole drive, get yo’ ass in the back seat!” he yelled after me.
“Fuck you!” I belted and kept walking.
“Annoying ass,” I heard him grumble.
He talked shit, but when I swung my bundles and faced him, he licked his lips and eyed my legs in the midi skirt hugging my hips before they drifted up to my breasts in my V-neck top.
“Don’t piss me off.”
“Pssh, ain’t nobody scared of you.” He turned his nose up, and I swung on him, punching him right in the arm.
“Aye, the fuck! Fucking Mighty Mouse!” Brick frowned, stroking where I’d hit him while moving toward the trunk of his car.
He hit the fob to pop it and tossed my bag inside. Appearing at his side, I lifted the other bag, but he snatched it from me and tossed it in beside the other one. When he slammed the trunk shut, he glared at me, and I tilted my head, daring him to keep trying me.
“You want to stop to get something to eat before we head to the house?” he asked.
“You trying to bribe me with food?”
“You ain’t yourself when you hangry.” He walked around me so he could open my door for me. “Matter of fact, I got something for you.” Slipping his hand into his shorts pocket, he pulled out a small pack of THC gummies. “Have one.”
Having him as a smoking buddy was the best. Brick kept pounds of weed and anything else with THC or CBD in it. We even made some brownies the other night when Rossi and Marcella went to sleep. Being with him was really like one big kick it session. Looking at the pack, then up at him, I snatched it from him.
“Whatever.” I ducked into the car and settled in the plush seats.
“You know I got a few ways to knock that funky ass attitude out of you. Let me know when you ready.”
When I flipped him off, he just swiped his tongue sexily over his lips before laughing and slamming my door shut. There was a white grocery bag on the floor on my side that I picked up to sift through. There were different bags of chips and candy bars, all the shit I had told him I liked. Sliding into the car with his phone in his hand, I just knew he was about to go live. He was about to remove the thoughtfulness from the gesture with this shit I wasn’t in the mood for it. Wearing a scowl with my arms folded across my chest, I pivoted my body to face the window.
“Fellas, how long yo’ girl stay mad at you when you fuck up, and what you do to get out of the doghouse? Somebody help a nigga out before I return to sender her ass.” He glanced my way and started the car.
Feed her! Buy her some fly shit! Dick her down!
The comments were rolling in. Him and most of his followers got on my nerves. In my eyes, a lot of them bitches were ‘pick me’s’, but I tried not to get too caught up in that shit beyond when we went live. Armon, his publicist, was always trying to get me to go live or socialize outside of Brick to build my brand, but I wasn’t into that shit. That was his lane. I got more attention than I wanted on a regular day just being his ‘girlfriend.’ Maybe doing some unboxings of the gifts sent wouldn’t hurt though. I reached over and snatched the phone, shutting off the feed and holding the device away from him.
“The fuck you doing?”
“I don’t want to do this right now.” I slid his phone into the side door pocket and glared ahead.
I hated how we could be in the moment without all the recording, and the first thing for him was to hit that red button to start a stream. Because of this whole image we were putting out there, we were forced to be together all the time, but I didn’t want every single moment recorded like he did. There were times in my life when I’d been exploited and embarrassed, andthis was before social media was popping. This thing with Brick sometimes had me wondering if it was more than that, then he would change up and remind me that it wasn’t.
“You fucking up good content, Six.”
“I don’t care. Not right now. It’s bad enough we gotta walk this red carpet tonight.”
