Page 62 of June: When Gangstas Collide

I stood in the mirror as I finished putting my tie on. I ran my hand over my head before I ran it down my all-white suit. Zaria said we didn’t need another wedding, but I insisted. I owed her everything my life itself. If a small gesture like a fairytale wedding was all I could give, then so be it. Foe came alongside me in his black suit.

“Ayo Chev, you look good, my boy, but umm that nigga Monfua is going to get smoked if I find out he’s been seeing Lakia. I don’t know, them niggas have been acting funny around each other.”

I glanced at him in the mirror.

“Nigga chill out. Lakia knows what time it is.”

Honestly, this was the first time I hadn’t peeped game. I had been so out of the loop because of all the shit I had going on, anything the guys told me or asked about, I wouldn’t know shit. What I did know was that if what Foe was saying was true, it was going to be a problem in the crew and one I didn’t have the energy to deal with. I just hoped that Monfua had hands, better yet, a fucking gun. I turned to the guys, “How do I look?”

Diamond laughed.

“Like Chevy Gill in a fucking suit.”

They all laughed.

“Damn, that was a good one. My, My, My, Chev,”

Preach chuckled.

“Ugly nigga,”

Zu chimed in.

“Ugly never, handsome forever,” I winked.

There was a tap at the door before it opened.

“We’re ready,”

the coordinator said.

I blew out a sharp breath as my nerves started to play on me. We had all stepped out of the room and down the hall, passing the room I knew Z was in.

I can’t wait to see you, baby. I love you, Mrs. Calloway.

I love you more than you will ever know, Mr. Calloway.

My lip disappeared between my teeth as my emotions began to take a toll. Once the music queued, we all walked out. I spotted Bishop, Tavaris, Bleek, and I assumed his girl. There was another girl, but I didn’t know who she was, so I assumed she knew Lakia, and all the new guys and their guests. Tania sat in the back as her eyes connected with mine. I’m sorry, brother. She mouthed.

I pulled my eyes away to look at Indigo. She looked like she was glowing, and that was nice to see, but she wasn’t with Bishop; she sat on the other side. That fucked me up because I know what he and I had brewing in the streets probably caused the breakup. It made me even more grateful for Zaria because that could have easily been us. Last I noticed Cynthia. I hadn’t invited her, but I’m sure somehow one of my sisters told her. Samara and Dio sat next to each other with the babies.

Preach’s friend started to play the piano, and my heartbeat picked up. I blew out another sharp breath. I felt a hand on my shoulder, “You got this nigga. You did this already, chill,”

Zu whispered.

I knew that, but this was different. Zaria and I had gone through things. We had kids, we broke up in the worst way and even prayed together. We had a different level of love, one that nobody understood but us. The girls swayed down the aisle slowly, looking good, but I could feel Z. I could feel her so much so that a tear escaped my eye. I dropped my head and used my thumb to catch it.

A nigga wasn’t sick anymore. I could embrace the moment, I could stand chin up and look her in her eyes. I could give her the security she needed without thinking once it was over, I wasn’t coming back. I could be the June she needed and wanted, and knowing that was breaking me.

When Zaria stepped into the aisle with that gold dress on, my knees buckled and my heart skipped. Words couldn’t describe the beauty she exuded. The crown on her head was so fucking fitting. I didn’t even want her to move. I was willing to meet her where she stood, just as she met me where I was in life and guided me through. Another tear left me. I nodded as I let the tears ride the closer she had gotten to me.

Z, baby, you’re breaking me.

You look so good, June.

You are my fucking rib. Thank you for everything.

When she reached me, I stepped closer. A tear dropped from her eye, and many of them poured out of me. When she reached out to wipe them from my eye, my lips grazed her skin, and a nigga almost nutted.

Preach came around and stood in front of us.

“Let’s make this official this time,” he said.

He read a scripture from the Bible and did the service. Z said traditional vows, but I had something I wanted to say.

“Zaria, I wrote something for you,” I paused.

“A nigga did this before.

You know, stood before the meaning of love

With death on my back, not sure if I would come back

You know, love, like the beat of this thug’s heart

The pain, struggle, and regret of not loving love from the start

A nigga did this before

Staring into the eye of forever

You know, the place where love lingers

The universe we created when a nigga like me needs to remember

Remember, the sacrifice, the tears,”

I paused as I choked up.

Remember the fear yet happiness I get when I look at forever

A nigga did this before

Kissed the skin of heaven

You know, Zaria’s place where I faced all my fears

From not allowing people in to showing her all my tears

The skin of heaven, Zaria’s Place, where I was taught how to love

The place that challenged Chevy humbled him so that June could rise above.

Zaria’s place, the womb that bared my kids, Peace and Savior, I named after her because that’s what she did,”

I paused again as my head dropped and I cried.

“Come on nigga, you better talk your shit! That’s yo wife!”

I heard Bishop yell.

A nigga did this before

Married the love of his life

You know the woman who took my dark day and produced light

I will always be grateful and give you what you need. From a home, love, protection, and even more of my seeds.

Chevy made you a promise, this I know

But today you stand before a nigga named June.”

I bit my bottom lip as I stared at Zaria. Preach tried talking, but he was choked up. He cleared his throat.

“That shit was cold, dawg,”

he tried mumbling.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, again, Mr. and Mrs. June Calloway. Kiss her nigga!”

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in.

“You saved me, Z, and I love you.”

“You saved us, June. Love you too.”

I kissed her, and although I had kissed Zaria a million times, this kiss was like the very first time. After the wedding, we held a jungle-style reception. The coordinator really put my vision together. Now I will say with all the plants and loud music, it had a nigga’s anxiety at an all-time high, but for the sake of the event, I had to let it slide. Everyone was enjoying themselves while Z held Peace and Sasha stood next to her holding Savior. I walked over, grabbed Peace from Z, and handed him over to Samara, who was walking up.

“Hold your brother for a minute.”

She took him from my arms, while I grabbed Z’s hand.

“Come dance with me, baby,”

I said, pulling her onto the dance floor.

Her wide smile and surprised eyes let me know she didn’t know what to expect.

“You don’t dance.”

“Z, for you I will do anything.”

When the music dropped, I narrowed my eyes in on her as I held her hands up and intertwined mine with hers. I released one hand as I followed the lyrics with my mouth. I unbuttoned my shirt from my neck.

Know I like it animal style like a zoo. I mouthed. You got a right to be selfish. I continued.

With each button, I brought her closer as she swayed side to side to the beat. When Z was close enough, I could see her eyes land on my neck. I held her waist as she finished unbuttoning my shirt. She knew I had gotten a tattoo, but I had kept it covered until today. Once it was fully visible, she looked up at me and I winked. Sasha tattooed a galaxy on my neck with Savior and Samara’s names on one side and Peace’s on the other, but in the center of it all was Zaria’s name going across my throat.

“You didn’t.”

“I brought my face down to hers, I did. It’s the Calloverse. It’s my world and the ones that mean the most to me.”

Zaria smiled as her hand gently landed on the back of my head, bringing my face closer.

“I love you,”

she muttered.

She stuck her tongue out and I sucked that shit up like I always have. She and I rocked to the music and kissed the entire time. I was a happy nigga and couldn’t complain.

“Mmm, Mr. fucking Calloway!”

Zaria moaned.

Everyone was in the reception area while Z and I were in the bathroom. I wasn’t playing when I said I wasn’t waiting six fucking weeks. Seeing her in this gold dress did something to me, and there was no way I was going the entire reception without my dick getting a taste of that vegan pussy. I placed my hand over her mouth as I pulled her back toward my chest.

“Nah, Z, none of that yelling shit. You know the rules. Let this Calloway dick love on you.”

Her palms pressed against the sink while one of my hands held a part of her dress above her waist. I removed my hand from her mouth, “Married pussy is so good, fuck!”

Roll up, roll down.

“It is. It sure isss,”

she whined.

Roll up, roll down.

“Forever and ever,” I hummed.

Roll up, roll down.

“And ever and ever and fucking ever!”

she damn near howled.

Roll up, roll down.

The banging on the bathroom door made both Z and me look.

“You bet not say a fuck thing,”

I growled.

Zaria looked at me through the mirror as she nodded. She wouldn’t take her eyes off of me and that shit turned me on more.

Roll up, roll down.

“Ooo,”

she moaned. “Grrr,”

I growled.

Roll up, roll down.

She nodded.

“Oh, you want a nigga to cum?”

The shit was so good I felt the nut brewing prematurely. My knees buckled. Zaria tilted her head to the side, and my teeth sank into her neck. After two more, roll up, roll down. I came and came hard.

We cleaned up before stepping outside the bathroom.

“Damn, what were y’all doing?”

Harvey hissed.

“None of your business,”

I shot back.

She tossed her hand on her hip.

“Well, smart ass, Myles has been looking for Lakia, and I don’t know where she is, but if I had to guess, I think she is with Monfua.”

I dropped my head.

“You guess or you know, Harvey, which one is it?”

Her shoulders raised. “Is,”

she mumbled.

“Fuck!”

I shouted as I rushed from the back.

My eyes scanned the room, and I saw Lakia and Monfua coming from one side and Foe from the other. I moved quickly as Foe’s eyes narrowed in on Monfua. I placed my hand on his chest.

“Whoa nigga, this is my day. Ease the fuck up. She’s grown.”

Foe heard nothing as he pulled his gun out and cocked it back. He then pulled out his phone and showed me the screen.

“What the fuck?”

Lakia and Monfua got married?

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