Page 61 of Reckless Forever
Before either of us could do anything, Zo had that nigga off the ground by his neck and flung him across the concrete.
Ivy stumbled back and into me. “Why are you, oooh!” She squealed, mouth open as the man landed on his ass.
“Let’s go, baby,” I said as I held her up. She was already drunk as hell, and she was trying to walk in heels. She knew she was done for, too, because she didn’t even try to put up a fight. She just threw her hand at me and told me to lead the way. I had Sanchez take us back to the hotel where we were staying, so wecould be closer to the venue. We split up, with us, Zo and Rem in one truck, and the others in the one that we had come in.
Ivy’s head was against my chest, and I could smell the alcohol coming off her. I chuckled. Storm did my baby dirty, but I was glad that she enjoyed herself.
“The bachelor party over, baby?” She mumbled.
“Nah, we left the condo early when Sanchez told us y’all were over here wilding,” I said as I brought my hand to her thigh and rubbed it.
“You should’ve stayed to get your money’s worth, cause you won’t be going back there.” She laughed.
I looked down at her before I responded. But she was talking with her eyes closed.
“Why not?”
“That’s your bachelor pad. You’re a married man now, that’s over with.”
“What do you want me to do, baby? Sell it?”
“Burn it for all I care,” she said. Her body shook as she laughed silently. I shook my head at her.
“Matter fact, pile all them bitches in there before you burn it.” She added, laughing again.
Zo whistled from the front seat.
“Now see, that’s that Cartel shit coming out of you, Ivy.” Remy laughed from the side of her.
Once Sanchez pulled into the front of the hotel, Remy got out of the car and pulled Ivy into a hug. “Good night, pretty, get ready for your big day. Judah, make sure she drinks some of these; it’ll make her less hungover in the morning.” She said as she pulled two packets of electrolytes from her purse.
“Preciate you, Remy.” I nodded and took them from her hand, sliding them into my pockets.
“Thank you,” Ivy slurred.
Leaning down, I picked her up and carried her through the lobby and into the elevator. But once I pushed open the door, her head snapped up.
“Babyyyyy,” She whined.
“What’s up?” I kneeled down and removed her shoes.
“Kiss my feet,” she giggled. I kissed her toes, and she smiled.
I shook my head at her drunk ass.
“I was going to say, you know, this is bad luck. We’re not supposed to spend the night together.”
“What’s going to happen if we do?” I asked, not giving a damn about those superstitions.
“I don’t know. The marriage won’t last long.”
“Ain’t a nigga on this earth made for you but me. We’ll be aight.” I said as I pulled back the cover on the bed and grabbed a towel so that she could wash the makeup off her face. I handed it to her before I went back into the bathroom.
Two minutes had passed, and when I came out, I stood at the doorway and watched her. Sitting against the headboard, she slept, half a face of makeup and the other half on the rag hanging from her hands. I chuckled and removed the veil from her head, then repositioned her so that she was lying down. Then I walked out on the balcony and stood for a second before I went to join her. I was in my head. This was some shit that I didn’t think I was capable of. But right now, with Ivy lying in the bed the night before I said, “I do,” I know that I am.
A knock came on the door and made me jump out of my sleep. Ivy didn’t even budge when I slid my arm from under her and got out of bed. It was 6 a.m.; the room was cold and pitch-black,the sun hadn’t even come up yet. We had just made it to the room a little after twelve.
Once I pulled open the door, a man stood there with a black binder in his hand. He was wearing all black with his glasses pushed down on his nose. I shook hands with the Mafia officiant who would be overseeing our wedding and stepped to the side to let him pass me.
