Page 20 of The Hellcat Barbies: Saskia
“Why would you plan a wedding without at least introducing yourself? The proof that I’m attracted to you is across the hall!”
“I didn’t plan it, baby. I hired my nigga’s wife. She’s a wedding planner.” I explained again.
Scoffing, she turned her head.
“I knew she had been in on it.”
“Who? Tell me what happened that day. Did the lawyer tell you some shit about me to make you believe I was a fucked up nigga? Did the guards touch you?”
Had any of them fucked with her or told her some shit to scare her, I was hunting their asses down as soon as I got her settled. She shook her head and sighed.
“No. None of that. I guess I just let my imagination get the best of me. When you’re scared, sometimes you make yourselfbelieve what you want to believe. I… That day, everyone was nice. I guess. I was too upset to point out the obvious. I was just angry and mad at the world. But a lady with a baby helped me. She saw me crying and thought I was in trouble. She gave me money and told me to go to Jagoda Bay.”
I knew she’d taken the train because I tracked her ring, but I didn’t realize she had help getting there. I hadn’t thought it was necessary to watch the cameras. All I knew was that when she got on that train, I called Daylani and had her pay everyone to throw everything out. A hundred and fifty thousand dollars went down the drain, but I wasn’t about to force Saskia.
“A lady with a baby?”
She nodded as I continued rubbing her back.
“Yes. Mafia was the baby's name. Dasani Rinaldi was the lady’s name. She said her sister was the wedding planner. She told me she would help me, but her husband would be mad, and I wouldn’t like their suggested help.”
Chuckling, I shook my head. I would have never guessed The Don’s wife would have been the one to assist my bride in running away, but it made a whole lot of fucking sense.
“She gave you money and you tried to sell the ring because you were scared to use your cards, huh?” It was all making perfect sense. I’d had so much shit on my mind that I hadn’t even put two and two together. When I told the mob my wedding was canceled because my bride had run away, them no-good niggas clowned me for months. Don included. The whole time, his wife helped.
“I feel so stupid. I was out here worrying for no reason,” she groaned.
“That’s my fault, baby. Fuck. Ima keep it real with you going forward, Saskia. I can promise you that.”
She searched my eyes for the truth before nodding.
“What… What is your girlfriend going to think of Steele?”
This wasn’t no laughing matter, but a smile spread across my face.
“What girlfriend, Saskia? Didn’t I just explain to you my bride ran from a nigga?”
She playfully hit my chest, making me laugh.
“No girl. I’m single… for now.”
I wasn’t going to lie to her. I was single, but my current relationship status was temporary. I had to get a wife if I wanted to keep this mob thing going. I’d come way too far to turn back. I hadn’t been put in the ringer with Lions, Tigers, and Bears for nothing.
“For now?”
“Yeah.”
I was debating on how to tell her about the Rinaldi Mafia and figured the best way to do it was to let it all out.
“That lady who helped you? She did that shit because she wanted to. I had nothing to do with that. Dasani is the wife of Don. I’m part of the mob, baby. Well, my status is pending because I’m not married yet. When she said you wouldn’t like her help, she was speaking of possibly arranging your marriage because that’s just how the mob shit works. They have an organization with available men needing wives. Marriage is non-negotiable. It’s just me and this other nigga left. Everyone else is already married or newly engaged. So, I’m single for now, but I’ll have to get married soon.” I could feel my face frowning as the words left my mouth.
“The..the mafia? Y…you’re in the mafia?”
“I am. I’m a man of my word, but I was going to just let you be and say fuck the wedding. However, when I was told I had to get married, I figured I might as well honor your father’s request. I was thinking about myself, love, and I apologize because I’m not even that kind of nigga.”
“But you’re in the mafia?”
“Yes.”
