Page 38 of Heart of a Savage
He chuckled lightly and grabbed a dinner roll from the basket. “No, you’re not... but you will be.”
I frowned. “Fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“Si,” Harvey reprimanded.
“Uh-un, new bro-in-law. This is getting juicy,” Mayani said, looking at us with a smile on her face.
“Hello, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Stormi, and I’ll be your server for the evening. Are you all ready to order?”
I raised my hand as if we were in a school classroom. “I’ll just take a glass of Don Julio, then five minutes after that, bring out another one, then another every ten minutes after that. Just keep them coming until I pass the fuck out.”
“Arie…”
“What, sis? This is a celebration, right?” I asked.
She tossed her hands up. “I guess. Do you, sis.”
“Much obliged, boo.”
“Aye, fuck it! Let me get in on what she got going on. It’s Friday—I ain’t gotta work. I’m ready to see double tonight,” one of the friends said, looking at Megan and Mayani, licking his lips.
“Shit, make it a party. Shots for the table and a bottle of your best champagne,” the other countered.
“No problem,” Stormi replied.
Harvey laughed. “Y’all niggas foolin’.”
While they busied themselves with ordering food, I shot a text to Marcus because I knew I was going to be hot and ready after these drinks.
“So, I’m not sure if you all have been introduced, but these two are Megan and Mayani... our good friends, and this is Arie, my sister,” Paige introduced us to the men.
“I didn’t get a chance to while y’all was in the restroom, but these are my best friends. That’s Michael, Moses, and Messiah. They’re all brothers. I’m the bonus brother.” Harvey smiled, placing his arm over the back of Paige’s chair. She leaned in a little closer as he kissed her temple.
“Now that the introductions are over, we invited everyone here today to let you all in on the details of the wedding. It’s getting closer, so we want to make sure everyone is prepared once the day arises.”
“And who’s paying for this wedding?” I asked.
“I am,” Mr. Five-Second-Dick Rule spoke.
Paige’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, you are?”
He nodded.
“Well, that’s news to me,” Harvey countered.
He shrugged. “Just decided.”
“Well, in that case... ” I cleared my throat and sat up in my chair. “My sister would like a glam squad. I heard Andre Leon Talley stays booked, so we need to get on that ASAP. A celeb singer, preferably Kema P, her husband, Knowledge, or both of them will suffice.
“A horse and carriage—the white horses, not those brown shits—to take them to a private jet after the wedding to their honeymoon—you will be funding that also—to a private island, preferably Bali or Belize, and a Genesis GV80 coupe as a wedding gift,” I rattled off.
They all looked at me with their mouths agape as I raised my brow, trying to figure out what the fuck I said wrong.
“Damn, bitch. Is this your wedding or theirs?” Mayani asked.
“Our wedding, their marriage,” I replied.
