Page 37 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings

Brick

“ P urple? Really?” Six narrowed both fierce ass, sienna-tinted orbs while sauntering her sexy ass toward me.

I hit her up and told her I was in the parking lot so she could come down.

I didn’t want everybody up in our business around here anyway.

I was sure there would be gossip, but I wasn’t about to give them anything else.

Pushing myself off the back of by black, two-door Maybach, I grinned, taking in her curves with each step.

She looked fucking good. With the way she did her makeup, you couldn’t tell she was hiding bruises.

Her long frontal hung in tight wand curls, giving her a soft look in the purple halter dress that hugged her like a long-distance auntie.

“I told Sol to let me know which dress you chose. I thought it would be dope if we just happened to be wearing the same colors.”

She paused a couple of steps in front of me, eyes drifting over me from head to toe with both hands in front of her gripping her little mini purse. Six looked at me like I was under a microscope. I sensed her intrigue behind what she was trying to disguise as contempt.

“I guess I can’t be mad at your attention to detail.”

“Nah, now let’s go live real quick with me picking you up, opening doors and shit, and then just a few minutes in the car to the spot.”

She reached out to tease some of her hair and pout her lips when I lifted the phone to get a full front view of her beside my ride.

“Yo, it’s date night, in case anybody was wondering. GirlSix out here showing the fuck out. Roll with us tonight. We outside.” I reached to open her door for her after she blew a kiss into the camera and kicked her leg up.

Once she was settled inside, I rounded the back of my whip to join her in the driver’s seat.

“Snap a quick selfie with me,” I suggested, leaning closer to her after setting the phone in the dash holder.

I wanted the viewers to be able to see while we cruised to our destination. We snapped like three dope ass pics before I went to my page and hit the button to start the feed.

“So what’s your idea of a date?” Six questioned when I pulled out from in front of the lodge and maneuvered my shit down the road toward the main street.

“Some dinner, champagne on ice, a little conversation in a nice atmosphere. If you want to turn up, I got VIP status in every club in the city. I don’t think that’s a good scene for dating somebody though, or wanting to get to know them.”

“I didn’t think men these days were interested in getting to know a woman outside of smashing.”

“See, I don’t know where women get that shit from.” I sucked my teeth and continued to cruise along, taking a road that led to the highway so that we could head into the west side of the city.

“From dog ass niggas that like to fuck everything not nailed down,” she answered, cutting her eyes at me.

“True.” I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and tucked my bottom lip between my teeth playfully. “I ain’t gon’ lie, I got some dog ass homies. Men like to fuck, that shit is predesigned in us though. I know niggas that genuinely loved they girl and stepped out on her.”

“It’s so easy for men to just slide up in something because of how a woman looks. Y’all fuck around and fall for a bitch because her pussy is good or she gives A1 head.” Scoffing, she shook her head.

“I can’t speak for every man out there. Only myself, mama.”

“So what was your longest relationship, and did you cheat on her?” she challenged, lowering the visor to check her reflection.

When she was satisfied with her appearance, she flipped it back in place and leaned forward with a squint to view my phone.

“I ain’t never had a relationship,” I told her softly, eyes squinting at the road ahead.

Somehow, Six made me vulnerable. I had almost forgot the camera was rolling. She had me spilling tea I didn’t mean to. Shit was the truth though. Couldn’t no bitch ever claim she was my bitch.

“How old are you again?” She turned to me.

“Twenty-five.”

“Wow. So no high school girlfriend, nothing?” she questioned. “I don’t believe you. Ladies, he lying!” She leaned toward the camera and giggled.

“I’ve had women I fuck, women I hang with and fuck, but never one I called my girlfriend. You can ask my mama that. I don’t even bring chicks to my house.” I reached for my blunt in the ashtray and sparked it.

Okay, y’all cute together or whatever. A viewer spoke up.

We had given them enough, and we were getting closer to the restaurant. I hadn’t expected the level of interest that Six sparked in me, but the vibe was there, and I lowkey was interested in having a real conversation with her off camera.

“We’ll leave it at that for now and holla at y’all later.” I tapped the button to end the feed, and Six tossed her head back in the seat with a cackle.

“Getting a little too personal for you?” she teased.

The little half smile on her full, juicy lips had my dick waking up.

“Nah, just want to save some for us,” I told her, watching her smile wilt and her eyes gloss over seriously.

She didn’t say much else the rest of the ride. Had a nigga wondering what I said wrong as she gazed out her window, taking in the city.

“Where you from?” I asked, pulling into the lot of Epicurean Bay.

There wasn’t anything on the menu in here under $100.

The parking lot was crowded, and valet stood out front checking cars.

I’d been here with my family once or twice, and they even had outdoor seating with a view of the lake in the distance that gave some cool vibes.

I reserved a private table for us outside to enjoy since it was a nice night.

“Here and there.”

“Six, don’t play with me, mama. The camera ain’t rolling.” I pulled in front of the modern-style building and parked.

“Is this the part where you turn into the asshole you really are?” She cut her eyes in my direction.

“Keep fucking with me, you’ll see what it really is.” I winked at her and got out the car.

When I got to the sidewalk, I opened her door for her, eyes slowly raking over her slim curves and the arch of her back before leading down to her peach-shaped ass.

I tossed valet my keys and slid my arm around her waist. She was all warm and smelling like cocoa butter and YSL perfume.

I checked in with the hostess, still keeping Six close as she took in the warm ambiance.

It had a rustic charm to it, but the walls were decorated in vintage art and different scripts on the wallpaper as we were escorted through the dining room to our table.

Baked bread and the familiar smoke from a grill going smacked us in the face.

“My name is Dana, and I will be your host this evening. Is there something I can get you to start with?”

“A bottle of your best Cabernet Sauvignon and two shots of the Marek Reserve, neat,” I requested, pausing behind the chair so I could help Six sit down.

“Coming right up. Here are your menus, please let me know if you need anything,” she let me know in a sugary tone that immediately had Six side-eyeing her.

She tucked some of her hair behind her ear, and I noticed the diamonds I’d gifted her sparkling as she bowed her head and pretended to be into the menu.

Little mama was flirting, and she was attractive in her little tight black and white tuxedo uniform, but I only had eyes for the beauty in front of me.

Somehow, Six had me coming out of myself.

I was never a nigga for sweating chicks, but ever since that live, she had me on her ass.

The shit even shocked me when I picked up the phone to call or text her just because.

“That’s it for now, thank you.” I took my seat, not bothering to even glance her way as she sauntered off.

“The appetizers here are legit.” I picked up my menu and skimmed. “So, back to our conversation. Where did you grow up?”

“Omaha,” Six sighed. “And I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want to forget it. Can you please just leave it at that?” she begged, misting eyes syncing with mine over her menu.

“Nah, that’s not how this works.” I shook my head.

“How about we play a game? I tell you two truths and a lie about me, you do the same,” I suggested.

“Oh, and Armon had these drawn up for you to sign.” I went to my phone and scrolled to the PDF forms he sent me.

“Give me that email address from your phone so I can send them to you. You can sign right on your device.”

“Do I get to read it first?” she asked, closing her menu and setting it aside on the table.

“If you were smart you would.” Moments later, the documents had been delivered to her inbox, and she sat reading everything over when our drinks arrived.

“There you go.” Dana smiled with an iPad in her hand and focused mainly on me. “You ready to order?”

Gripping her menu in both hands, Six eyed the waitress then me. Fire ignited behind her stare as she slowly closed it altogether and held it up for Dana to take.

“Excuse me, there are two of us sitting here, or did you not see past your own thirst to acknowledge that?” Six popped off, leaving Dana flustered trying to figure out a response.

She reached for the menu and ended up dropping it. Bending over to pick it up, she tucked it under her arm and turned to Six.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, bowing her head shamefully.

“I will have the filet mignon with the sautéed shrimp and lobster tail. Might want to take that down in case you’re distracted.” She used her oval-shaped nail to point at Dana’s tablet screen, and the girl tapped at the display with a shaky hand.

“I want to start with some of those mini crab cakes and the bruschetta. For my entrée, I’ll have what she’s having. Make my steak medium rare.”

“I would like mine well done, thanks.” Six forced a tight smile on her lips, and Dana bobbed her head.

“Anything else?” she asked, not daring to look up at me or Six.