Page 94 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“Tavi.” Brick opened his hand, and she rolled her eyes before dropping the iPhone into his palm.
“I was just messing with him. He’s the one that got all tight,” she sneered and tucked her arms over her chest with attitude.
“Didn’t we already talk about you leaving people’s shit alone though?” Staten demanded.
“But he’s got an IG page and won’t let me see it,” Tavi pouted.
“Man, you an opp!” Saga declared. “Always running your mouth and being nosy.”
“Just like your mama,” Staten voiced, watching Tavi’s mouth slip open.
“I am not nosy!”
“What you take his phone for then?” Brick questioned, tossing the device to Saga who caught it.
“Whose side are you on, Uncle Brick?” she asked, glaring up at him.
“Aye, take that little attitude home.” He pointed to the door, and Staten let go of Saga.
“What you got in that bag?” Rogue had snuck up beside me and was trying to go through our food.
“None of your greedy ass business.” Brick nudged him back by his forehead. “Stat… you better get ’em.”
“We heading out. Cambrie made dinner and I have somewhere to be. Let’s roll y’all.” He gathered his children.
Piaget shut the music off but left the volume loud as hell for the next person when they decided to cut it on. With his arms full of his little soldiers and action figures, Rogue skipped off behind her. Once they were gone, Brick made sure to lock up. It was cute seeing him interact with his nieces and nephews. Most of the time he acted like one of them anyway, so it was easy for them to relate. He was a family man through and through. In just the last week, I’d seen him come through for more than one of them.
“You want to eat in the kitchen or upstairs?” he checked with me.
“Upstairs. I want to try and relax before this thing tonight,” I sighed.
“Bet.” He grabbed my bags, and we started up the steps to his room.
Brick kicked off his shoes like he always did and left my bags near the door. I had a whole room to myself next door, but oddly enough, when I was here, I ended up in the bed or on the couch sleeping with him. There had been no sex, and the only time we kissed was on camera, but we weren’t lacking in intimacy. This man liked to cuddle. I was never big on that shit, but now it was hard to sleep when we weren’t up under each other. Shit was weird. I slipped out of the Chanel slides on my feet and carried our food over to the living room area. Sinking into the couch, I unpacked the fire ass smelling chicken and arranged our baskets side by side with our drinks beside them.
Lifting the lid to my container, I drooled over the mix of flats and drums covered in buffalo sauce with dipping sauces on the side. I picked up a flat, and Brick sank into the cushions beside me and lifted the remote to the TV from the table.
“Mmm, this is so good.” I popped the top to the blue cheese so I could dip mine, and Brick took a sip of his lemonade.
“There’s a rack in the closet for you with some dresses to try on. I had them arrange all the accessories and shoes and shit for you too for each one. All the dresses match my suit.”
“You realize I’ll eventually have to sleep in my own room, Brick.” I took another bite of the wing, and he briefly side eyed me before clicking around with apps until he came across Paramount Plus.
“You say anything, Six. You capping if you say you can sleep good without me. Yo’ ass be buried in them pillows, snoring and drooling.”
“I do not snore!” I bumped his shoulder.
“You be up in here sounding like Yogi next to a campfire.” Brick reached in his box for a waffle fry.
“Oh, you are lying!”
“Yeah, believe what you want. Matter of fact, I’ll record that shit next time so I got proof.” He decided on aTransformermovie and grabbed his food.
Leaning back, he settled with it in his lap and kicked his feet up on the table.
“So my crazy ass nieces and nephews don’t even seem to faze you. What was it like for you growing up?”
Pausing, I caught a flicker of my past in my subconscious and tossed the bone to my wing aside. I picked up another one and brought it to my lips. His eyes were glued to me, waiting on me to elaborate. Talking about my childhood was awkward with other people. Most of the time I lied because it was easier than the truth. For some reason I didn’t want to do that with Brick.
