Page 53 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings

“You being hella childish.” Brick narrowed his eyes with a suddenly serious tone.

“Whatever. I’m ready to go. Later Sol, see you at the house, Rossi,” I shouted over my shoulder, strutting past Brick and dragging my bag on wheels behind me.

Shaking his head, Brick spun on his heel and followed me.

“If you gon’ be like that the whole drive, get yo’ ass in the back seat!” he yelled after me.

“Fuck you!” I belted and kept walking.

“Annoying ass,” I heard him grumble.

He talked shit, but when I swung my bundles and faced him, he licked his lips and eyed my legs in the midi skirt hugging my hips before they drifted up to my breasts in my V-neck top.

“Don’t piss me off.”

“Pssh, ain’t nobody scared of you.” He turned his nose up, and I swung on him, punching him right in the arm.

“Aye, the fuck! Fucking Mighty Mouse!” Brick frowned, stroking where I’d hit him while moving toward the trunk of his car.

He hit the fob to pop it and tossed my bag inside. Appearing at his side, I lifted the other bag, but he snatched it from me and tossed it in beside the other one. When he slammed the trunk shut, he glared at me, and I tilted my head, daring him to keep trying me.

“You want to stop to get something to eat before we head to the house?” he asked.

“You trying to bribe me with food?”

“You ain’t yourself when you hangry.” He walked around me so he could open my door for me. “Matter of fact, I got something for you.” Slipping his hand into his shorts pocket, he pulled out a small pack of THC gummies. “Have one.”

Having him as a smoking buddy was the best. Brick kept pounds of weed and anything else with THC or CBD in it.

We even made some brownies the other night when Rossi and Marcella went to sleep.

Being with him was really like one big kick it session.

Looking at the pack, then up at him, I snatched it from him.

“Whatever.” I ducked into the car and settled in the plush seats.

“You know I got a few ways to knock that funky ass attitude out of you. Let me know when you ready.”

When I flipped him off, he just swiped his tongue sexily over his lips before laughing and slamming my door shut.

There was a white grocery bag on the floor on my side that I picked up to sift through.

There were different bags of chips and candy bars, all the shit I had told him I liked.

Sliding into the car with his phone in his hand, I just knew he was about to go live.

He was about to remove the thoughtfulness from the gesture with this shit I wasn’t in the mood for it.

Wearing a scowl with my arms folded across my chest, I pivoted my body to face the window.

“Fellas, how long yo’ girl stay mad at you when you fuck up, and what you do to get out of the doghouse? Somebody help a nigga out before I return to sender her ass.” He glanced my way and started the car.

Feed her! Buy her some fly shit! Dick her down!

The comments were rolling in. Him and most of his followers got on my nerves.

In my eyes, a lot of them bitches were ‘pick me’s’, but I tried not to get too caught up in that shit beyond when we went live.

Armon, his publicist, was always trying to get me to go live or socialize outside of Brick to build my brand, but I wasn’t into that shit.

That was his lane. I got more attention than I wanted on a regular day just being his ‘girlfriend.’ Maybe doing some unboxings of the gifts sent wouldn’t hurt though.

I reached over and snatched the phone, shutting off the feed and holding the device away from him.

“The fuck you doing?”

“I don’t want to do this right now.” I slid his phone into the side door pocket and glared ahead.

I hated how we could be in the moment without all the recording, and the first thing for him was to hit that red button to start a stream.

Because of this whole image we were putting out there, we were forced to be together all the time, but I didn’t want every single moment recorded like he did.

There were times in my life when I’d been exploited and embarrassed, and this was before social media was popping.

This thing with Brick sometimes had me wondering if it was more than that, then he would change up and remind me that it wasn’t.

“You fucking up good content, Six.”

“I don’t care. Not right now. It’s bad enough we gotta walk this red carpet tonight.”

“What you worried about that for? Everybody loving yo’ ass.” Brick steered us away from the building.

“The only reason people are giving me the time of day now is because of you,” I muttered.

“Partially, but I been doing this shit a minute now, and you managed to gain your own following. They watching you do your makeup and hair shit. You a sensation, mama. The people fucking with you because you’re you.”

My attitude was starting to melt since he was trying to be nice and gas me up.

Unfolding my arms, I picked up his phone and held it back out for him to take.

Brick was so confident that shit just rubbed off on everybody in his orbit.

I hate to say it, but the nigga was actually becoming a friend.

He talked a lot of shit, but he also backed it up.

With him, there was no half assing. Is he still immature as hell?

No fucking doubt, and he knew how to press my fucking buttons, but in return, I gave that shit right back.

We pulled into Hatch Box, a local fast food chicken spot, and Brick swerved right into the drive-thru lane.

When he lowered his window to order our food, the brown-skinned girl behind the register immediately perked up with a wide grin creeping over her face.

She popped her gum and licked her lips with lust dancing around her big ass eyes.

A burnt-orange, collared Polo top hugged her double Ds when she leaned forward.

“Welcome to Hatch Box, what can I do for you today?”

“Let me get two of the ten-piece boxes with the waffle fries and two of the house lemonades to go with that. You want anything else, mama?” Brick looked over at me.

“I’m good.”

“Oh shit, you’re Brick, and that’s GirlSix,” she squealed. “Tonya! Girl, get over here and look who at the window!” she shouted over her shoulder like we were some celebrities.

“Aw shit, that mean the chicken free?” Brick teased.

“What’s good, Brick?” The light-skinned, ginger-haired woman that paused at the window rested her hands on her hips.

Her tight uniform accented her wide hips and ass. Both of these bitches were on some thirsty ass shit, and Brick was eating it up, hanging out the window jesting with them.

“What y’all doing on this side of town?”

“Grabbing some food before this event we going to tonight. Hatch Box a hood staple, a nigga had to swing through and show my lil’ mama what she missing,” he went on as they pulled out their phones and started to record us.

This shit was annoying, but I guess it came with the territory.

“Celeste, go get they food for them. Brick, can you step out and come to the window for a selfie with us?” Tonya’s overgrown ass requested.

This bitch had to be in her late thirties managing this hole in the wall and had the nerve to act like a damn groupie. It was giving secondhand embarrassment, but Brick loved that shit.

“Fa sho, it’s always nice to meet a fan.” His stupid ass took a couple of pictures before they handed him our food, and he got back in the car.

We did get a free meal out of it though.

Tonya was so happy because she said business had been slow, but now that everybody knew he was coming through there, shit was bound to pick up.

Soon, both of our phones were going crazy with notifications.

By the time we got to the house, everybody was tagging us in shit with different captions. It was crazy.

“Here, take the food. I’ll get your stuff.” Brick slid me the plastic flaps to our bag and got out to open my door for me.

Together, we strolled along the pebbled walkway to the front steps.

I’d gotten comfortable around here, and the front door was never locked until Rossi was sure everyone who was supposed to be in the house was accounted for.

Slipping inside, the boisterous sounds of Staten’s kids smacked me in the face.

Piaget danced in circles in the living room while Cherish’s “Do It” blared through the sound bar, and Rogue was stretched out on the floor with his action figures, making them fight.

“Tavi, I swear to God, bro, give me my stuff back!” Saga yelled at his younger sister as she held his cell phone out of reach.

“I know you started an IG account, and you trying to make it restricted so I can’t see!” she accused as he rushed her and tackled her to the floor.

“Ow! I’m telling! Daddy!” she screamed, kicking and swinging, but not letting go of that phone as Brick eased in behind me with my bags.

Saga straddled his sister and reached for his phone, but she stretched her arm and scooted from under him, trying to flip onto her side and crawl away.

“Get off me!” She reached back and shoved him.

Shaking his head and simpering, Brick dropped my bags at the stairs.

“The hell?” Staten strolled in from the family room in joggers and a t-shirt with gray and white Nike trainers.

He was handsome, much like Brick, with broad shoulders and these piercing eyes that stared through you.

I thought Ivo and Brick were twins when I first met them; they resembled Rossi the most. Since I never met Justus Marek and only seen pictures, it was evident that Staten was his twin.

He kept a low-cut fade and had thick brows like the pictures I’d seen of their father, and there was always this sharp glint behind his eyes.

He briefly glanced my way before stepping forward to pull Saga off his sister by the back of his basketball shorts.

She quickly scrambled to her feet and ran behind Brick for safety, still gripping her brother’s phone.