7. Is She Mine? #2
“I’m just sayin’ nigga. It would be cool if I could put my own lil’ spin on it.
Something custom,” Kilo argued as we walked in my front door together.
We had just returned from an appointment to try on our tuxes.
Pistol’s ass immediately rushed off like he had somewhere to be, and Kilo’s ass followed me home like a lost puppy.
Hell, at this point he needed to find his own wife, so I could have a break.
“Nigga, fuck no! When you have your own wedding in exactly two years and three weeks, you can do whatever the fuck you want. For my shit, we doin’ it my way.
Keep your bedazzled shit the fuck away from my wedding!
” I turned and looked him up and down. My baby brother was very much into fashion, but the nigga always looked like a cross between a YN and a rockstar.
“Damn, I thought the bride was supposed to be the diva? You real invested in this shit, bruh!”
“Because it’s my fucking wedding too! And you know I ain’t putting my stamp on shit unless it’s the best.”
“Yeah, what you gon’ say when she comes strutting down the aisle dressed like The Queen of England?” he said. The thought made me bust out laughing.
“Man, she took her sister with her. I’m praying that she had some sort of influence over her.” I laughed and rubbed the back of my head, settling into the couch as I checked my phone.
Mina
So I’m cut off now?
I had unblocked her ass less than five minutes ago, and she managed to text me in the time it took me to get from the car into the house.
That depends on you, Mina.
Mina
Baby, I’m sorry! I know we have an arrangement. Hearing that about you being engaged just threw me off. I miss you.
I’ll be through tonight.
Mina
Wait. I can’t come to you?
You tryna see me or not?
Mina
I’ll be ready.
I almost cancelled on her ass for having an attitude, but I let it slide because I was getting married.
I guess any woman would feel a way after finding out the nigga who’s been piping her down for the last two years was marrying someone else.
Still, that wasn’t my problem, and she knew what it was when she eagerly agreed to fuck with me.
My phone rang, and I quickly answered for one of my business associates.
“What’s good, Trip? Everything cool?” I asked. Him calling me in the middle of the day on a random Saturday wasn’t our usual, so I knew something had to be up.
“Yeah… Well no… my spot on Third Street got hit last night so I might need to re-up a little sooner than usual.” My jaw clenched in frustration, but I tried my best to keep it cool.
“Bet, I got a lot coming up, but I’ll make sure we get you right… Do you know who did that shit?”
“I don’t. I got some footage of the niggas, but I haven’t had any leads.”
“Send that shit to me. I’ll have my people look at it and see if we can come up with anything,” I said.
I wouldn’t tell him, but he was the third person in my orbit who had some shit like this happen to them, and I needed answers.
Once the wedding was over, I fully intended to get all this shit straightened out.
I sat there trying to mentally connect any potential dots because we had to get this shit fixed before Ma caught wind of it.
Kilo’s loud ass came in, interrupting my thoughts and my peace.
“When my sis get here anyways? When she movin’ in and shit?” he asked while stuffing his face with a big ass sandwich.
“She insisted that she wait until after the wedding, so I hired movers to bring all her shit over during the ce—Nigga, she ain’t your muhfuckin’ sister!” I snapped. Kilo’s ass always played too much.
“Good,” he said, letting out a sigh of relief. “Because she got some big ass titties, and the way I wanna motorboat them shits made me feel weird as fuck, thinking she might be my sister.”
“The fuck you just say?” I cut my eyes at him.
“Nothing,” he answered with a shrug. “I’m just saying… It’s nice to have a sister, now. Even if I wanna do it to her just a lil’ bit… Is that incest? I’m a sick nigga, ain’t I?” He shook his head and looked off dramatically.
“If you don't get the fuck outta here!” I said, slapping the back of his neck so hard that the sound echoed through my empty crib.
“What? She pretty as fuck. A little… basic, but you can't deny she kinda fine underneath them Little House on the Prairie ass fits.”
“Kilo,” I said slowly, trying to keep my hands from around his neck. “That's about to be my wife… Yeah, this shit is fake as fuck, but still.” Now I knew why Des had an attitude over the shit with Eden because I was ready to put Kilo’s ass in the ICU.
“You never thought about fuckin’ her? Ever?” he asked with a mischievous grin.
“Man, fuck no! You already know what type of women I be on. She ain’t it for me.
” I lied, because apparently my subconscious didn’t get the memo.
Just the night before, I had a dream about fighting to the death to fuck that girl, but every time I pulled one of them big ass sweaters off, or unbuttoned a denim skirt, there would be another one up under it.
I woke up with an attitude and had been on one all day.
“Then why you get so jealous when all I said was that I wanted to spread honey all over her big ass titties, and lick them muhfuckas clean? I bet her square ass is an undercover freak, too. She'd probably let me…” He looked up and saw the homicidal expression on my face. “Nevermind.”
“Nigga,” I spat, pulling the gun out that I had tucked into my waist. “Take yo’ sandwich and get the fuck out my spot.
” The mention of her had my mind drifting straight over to Peep.
I hadn’t spoken to her all day, figured she needed time to “do her” and would let her reach out to me…
but she hadn’t. I guess the thing with her sister may have had something to do with it too, but I apologized.
I didn’t know what the fuck else she wanted from me.
Hey, Peep. What’s good?
“But I’m too reactive,” he said, throwing his free hand up in mock defense.
“You can’t just keep tossing me out your crib whenever you get in a mood.
I’m tired of this shit. It’s not a healthy mode of communication.
” He continued to talk shit with a smirk on his face.
It was only then that the realization set in—he baited me.
All the shit he said about Destiny was to get a reaction out of me.
What I couldn’t figure out was why I reacted the way I did.
Peep
Nothing
Oh
I looked at my phone in disgust because her talkative ass had never hit me with a one word text before.
You busy or something?
Peep
Yeah.
The fuck?
Oh, okay. Well hit me up when you’re free.
Peep
Sure.
Fuck. I guess she was still mad. I made a note to hit up my jeweler, King, to see if he had any boring old lady jewelry in stock for me.
Maybe I could get her irky ass a nice broach or something to go on them sweaters.
My frown deepened as the thought crossed my mind, that maybe she was with the nigga that she called herself “doing her” with.
My trigger finger itched as I made myself a promise to find out whoever the fuck he was and pay him a little visit so he could get his own personal wedding announcement from me.
I put Kilo’s stupid ass out so I could clear my head before I went to Mina’s to empty my balls. I had shit to do.
* * *
“Oh shit, baby! Oh my God! OH GOD!” Mina cried out as I put all my focus into watching my sheathed dick slide in and out of her.
She was doing too much screaming, and it was making it hard for me to concentrate on nutting.
It had been hours, and as hard as I was, I couldn't finish.
Mina was reaping the benefits, but from the look in her eyes, she was close to passing out from dehydration or too many orgasms.
“Mm, yeah. Mhm. Gimme that shit.” My moans weren’t even genuine, but she clearly didn’t give a fuck as she came all over me again.
Usually, that would have at least elicited some type of reaction from me, but my mind was on other things.
The first thing was that I had to find out who the square ass nigga was that Peep was fucking, and what made him so special.
She didn’t have any social media pages, so I spent my evening stalking Eden, her parents, brother, and even the damn church pages and came up empty handed.
I also had the issue of who the fuck was targeting my business associates.
On top of all that shit, the caterer called me that morning and said there was a shortage of shrimp in the whole Sleighton area.
She told me that they could substitute chicken, but we didn’t want fuckin’ chicken.
I told her that three weeks was more than enough time to have some shipped in from elsewhere, and if my wife didn’t have the shrimp and grits that she specifically requested, the only plates she would be making would be at the nearest Waffle House.
“Oooh. Oh, fuck. Shit,” I said unenthusiastically as I faked a nut, more than ready to wrap that shit up.
Thoughts of Destiny, empty warehouses, and crustacean shortages were enough to have my dick on soft, and I would have faked a car accident to get out of that pussy.
She collapsed on her stomach after I pulled out, and I immediately pulled the condom off to dispose of it.
Oddly enough, I never cared about hurting a woman’s feelings when it came to fucking her and leaving, but something about letting Mina know that I couldn’t even get a nut when fucking her felt cruel as fuck.
I quickly hopped up, grabbing my underwear and slipping them on.