Page 93 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“What you worried about that for? Everybody loving yo’ ass.” Brick steered us away from the building.
“The only reason people are giving me the time of day now is because of you,” I muttered.
“Partially, but I been doing this shit a minute now, and you managed to gain your own following. They watching you do your makeup and hair shit. You a sensation, mama. The people fucking with you because you’re you.”
My attitude was starting to melt since he was trying to be nice and gas me up. Unfolding my arms, I picked up his phone and held it back out for him to take. Brick was so confident that shit just rubbed off on everybody in his orbit. I hate to say it, but the nigga was actually becoming a friend. He talked a lot of shit, but he also backed it up. With him, there was no half assing. Is he still immature as hell? No fucking doubt, and he knew how to press my fucking buttons, but in return, I gave that shit right back. We pulled into HatchBox, a local fast food chicken spot, and Brick swerved right into the drive-thru lane.
When he lowered his window to order our food, the brown-skinned girl behind the register immediately perked up with a wide grin creeping over her face. She popped her gum and licked her lips with lust dancing around her big ass eyes. A burnt-orange, collared Polo top hugged her double Ds when she leaned forward.
“Welcome to Hatch Box, what can I do for you today?”
“Let me get two of the ten-piece boxes with the waffle fries and two of the house lemonades to go with that. You want anything else, mama?” Brick looked over at me.
“I’m good.”
“Oh shit, you’re Brick, and that’s GirlSix,” she squealed. “Tonya! Girl, get over here and look who at the window!” she shouted over her shoulder like we were some celebrities.
“Aw shit, that mean the chicken free?” Brick teased.
“What’s good, Brick?” The light-skinned, ginger-haired woman that paused at the window rested her hands on her hips.
Her tight uniform accented her wide hips and ass. Both of these bitches were on some thirsty ass shit, and Brick was eating it up, hanging out the window jesting with them.
“What y’all doing on this side of town?”
“Grabbing some food before this event we going to tonight. Hatch Box a hood staple, a nigga had to swing through and show my lil’ mama what she missing,” he went on as they pulled out their phones and started to record us.
This shit was annoying, but I guess it came with the territory.
“Celeste, go get they food for them. Brick, can you step out and come to the window for a selfie with us?” Tonya’s overgrown ass requested.
This bitch had to be in her late thirties managing this hole in the wall and had the nerve to act like a damn groupie. It was giving secondhand embarrassment, but Brick loved that shit.
“Fa sho, it’s always nice to meet a fan.” His stupid ass took a couple of pictures before they handed him our food, and he got back in the car.
We did get a free meal out of it though. Tonya was so happy because she said business had been slow, but now that everybody knew he was coming through there, shit was bound to pick up. Soon, both of our phones were going crazy withnotifications. By the time we got to the house, everybody was tagging us in shit with different captions. It was crazy.
“Here, take the food. I’ll get your stuff.” Brick slid me the plastic flaps to our bag and got out to open my door for me.
Together, we strolled along the pebbled walkway to the front steps. I’d gotten comfortable around here, and the front door was never locked until Rossi was sure everyone who was supposed to be in the house was accounted for. Slipping inside, the boisterous sounds of Staten’s kids smacked me in the face. Piaget danced in circles in the living room while Cherish’s “DoIt” blared through the sound bar, and Rogue was stretched out on the floor with his action figures, making them fight.
“Tavi, I swear to God, bro, give me my stuff back!” Saga yelled at his younger sister as she held his cell phone out of reach.
“I know you started an IG account, and you trying to make it restricted so I can’t see!” she accused as he rushed her and tackled her to the floor.
“Ow! I’m telling! Daddy!” she screamed, kicking and swinging, but not letting go of that phone as Brick eased in behind me with my bags.
Saga straddled his sister and reached for his phone, but she stretched her arm and scooted from under him, trying to flip onto her side and crawl away.
“Get off me!” She reached back and shoved him.
Shaking his head and simpering, Brick dropped my bags at the stairs.
“The hell?” Staten strolled in from the family room in joggers and a t-shirt with gray and white Nike trainers.
He was handsome, much like Brick, with broad shoulders and these piercing eyes that stared through you. I thought Ivo and Brick were twins when I first met them; they resembled Rossi the most. Since I never met Justus Marek and only seenpictures, it was evident that Staten was his twin. He kept a low-cut fade and had thick brows like the pictures I’d seen of their father, and there was always this sharp glint behind his eyes. He briefly glanced my way before stepping forward to pull Saga off his sister by the back of his basketball shorts. She quickly scrambled to her feet and ran behind Brick for safety, still gripping her brother’s phone.
“She took my phone and won’t give it back!” Saga belted, still trying to free himself from his father’s grasp.
