Page 33 of Reckless Forever (Jennings Mafia Family #3)

“Nigga, if we had waited one minute,” Jax chuckled.

“I don’t give a damn, y’all said first.” He chuckled as we watched them all dance to the music.

I scoffed, “And why the fuck is my girl dancing, she ain’t never even heard this shit. They don’t play this nigga in Bolivia.”

The whole truck broke out laughing, but I was dead ass. Jax held on to me, and tears fell from his eyes, nigga didn’t even smoke, but just by being inside the truck, he was higher than me when I smoked the weed from the coca farm.

Storm leaned out of the section, still on the couch, and passed shots to a couple walking by like she was expecting them. I chuckled as I looked around the seat at Trouble’s jaw twitching. The nigga couldn’t do nothing but watch her have a good time.

Then a drunk girl stumbled into the section. We all sat up straight and watched. But relaxed when they didn’t turn her away. She came with the same energy that they were on; she even had a bottle of her own.

A second later, they all got on the couch.

And I told Ivy that if she stood on a couch, it was a wrap for her night.

I kept tapping my knee, trying to figure out if I wanted to show my ass now or later.

But I chilled because I kept thinking that she deserved this moment after all the shit that she had been through in Bolivia.

She deserved to be loud, wobbling, and giving drinks to random people.

They had gotten the attention of the people inside the lounge, and they all came toward the terrace to hype them up. Storm stepped down and was on drink duty; she was handing those bitches out like Oprah. By the time Storm left, everybody was going to be blacked out drunk.

From the crowd, a drunk man made his way to the front.

He eventually went into the section. They just let him chill, but when he said something to Rem and she pushed his face, we were all out the door with guns in hand, and across the street.

Our doors opened and closed so fast, I don’t even think the lights on the inside had time to come on.

Before either of us could do anything, Zo had that nigga off the ground by his neck and flung him across the concrete.

Ivy stumbled back and into me. “Why are you, oooh!” She squealed, mouth open as the man landed on his ass.

“Let’s go, baby,” I said as I held her up.

She was already drunk as hell, and she was trying to walk in heels.

She knew she was done for, too, because she didn’t even try to put up a fight.

She just threw her hand at me and told me to lead the way.

I had Sanchez take us back to the hotel where we were staying, so we could be closer to the venue.

We split up, with us, Zo and Rem in one truck, and the others in the one that we had come in.

Ivy’s head was against my chest, and I could smell the alcohol coming off her. I chuckled. Storm did my baby dirty, but I was glad that she enjoyed herself.

“The bachelor party over, baby?” She mumbled.

“Nah, we left the condo early when Sanchez told us y’all were over here wilding,” I said as I brought my hand to her thigh and rubbed it.

“You should’ve stayed to get your money’s worth, cause you won’t be going back there.” She laughed.

I looked down at her before I responded. But she was talking with her eyes closed.

“Why not?”

“That’s your bachelor pad. You’re a married man now, that’s over with.”

“What do you want me to do, baby? Sell it?”

“Burn it for all I care,” she said. Her body shook as she laughed silently. I shook my head at her.

“Matter fact, pile all them bitches in there before you burn it.” She added, laughing again.

Zo whistled from the front seat.

“Now see, that’s that Cartel shit coming out of you, Ivy.” Remy laughed from the side of her.

Once Sanchez pulled into the front of the hotel, Remy got out of the car and pulled Ivy into a hug.

“Good night, pretty, get ready for your big day. Judah, make sure she drinks some of these; it’ll make her less hungover in the morning.

” She said as she pulled two packets of electrolytes from her purse.

“Preciate you, Remy.” I nodded and took them from her hand, sliding them into my pockets.

“Thank you,” Ivy slurred.

Leaning down, I picked her up and carried her through the lobby and into the elevator. But once I pushed open the door, her head snapped up.

“Babyyyyy,” She whined.

“What’s up?” I kneeled down and removed her shoes.

“Kiss my feet,” she giggled. I kissed her toes, and she smiled.

I shook my head at her drunk ass.

“I was going to say, you know, this is bad luck. We’re not supposed to spend the night together.”

“What’s going to happen if we do?” I asked, not giving a damn about those superstitions.

“I don’t know. The marriage won’t last long.”

“Ain’t a nigga on this earth made for you but me. We’ll be aight.” I said as I pulled back the cover on the bed and grabbed a towel so that she could wash the makeup off her face. I handed it to her before I went back into the bathroom.

Two minutes had passed, and when I came out, I stood at the doorway and watched her.

Sitting against the headboard, she slept, half a face of makeup and the other half on the rag hanging from her hands.

I chuckled and removed the veil from her head, then repositioned her so that she was lying down.

Then I walked out on the balcony and stood for a second before I went to join her.

I was in my head. This was some shit that I didn’t think I was capable of.

But right now, with Ivy lying in the bed the night before I said, “I do,” I know that I am.

A knock came on the door and made me jump out of my sleep. Ivy didn’t even budge when I slid my arm from under her and got out of bed. It was 6 a.m.; the room was cold and pitch-black, the sun hadn’t even come up yet. We had just made it to the room a little after twelve.

Once I pulled open the door, a man stood there with a black binder in his hand. He was wearing all black with his glasses pushed down on his nose. I shook hands with the Mafia officiant who would be overseeing our wedding and stepped to the side to let him pass me.

“Good morning, Mr. Jennings,”

“Appreciate you stopping by,” We shook hands as I let the door fall closed behind him.

“Give me a minute,” I said, leaving him in the front area. I walked back into the room where Ivy was still in the same position that I had left her.

I shook her and tried to wake her up; after some effort, she finally opened her eyes. She groaned like I was waking her up for fun, and we weren’t about to have a wedding in a few hours.

“Shorty, get up and wash your face real quick; your team will be to your room in a little while, and I have something I need to show you,” I said.

She didn’t move at first, and I had to literally bring her to the edge of the bed myself. She sat up and slapped the mattress, hair all over her head, and the other half of the makeup staining the white sheets.

“Go ahead,” I nodded toward the bathroom.

She dragged herself over to the bathroom. I leaned in the doorway until she got herself together and waited for what I wanted to show her. I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the living room, where the officiant stood.

“Good morning, Ivy,” he said sharply as he extended his hand to her.

“Good morning,” she said lowly and shot a glance at me, wondering what this was about.

“This is the Mafia officiant for the wedding. I know that we’re about to have a ceremony, but I wanted to have him officiate our marriage in private. I wanted to finish the rest of our lives the same way we started. Just me and you.”

She smiled, and I could see the emotion in her eyes. But she pushed through and didn’t let the tears welling up fall.

“I love that, let’s do it.” She said as she straightened her dress.

There, in the hotel suite, we went through a whole script just like we would in a couple of hours. We took two oaths, a standard oath and the oath of the Mafia elites.

Mr. Jennings repeat after me, “I vow that your blood is mine to protect and mine to claim. Whoever harms you, I will hunt. Whoever crosses you, I will bury. From this day, your enemies are mine, and your fate is tied to me.”

Ivy’s eyebrows rose as I said the words to her.

Mrs. Jennings repeat after me, “Your blood is my blood, your war is my war. I take your enemies as my own, your sins as my silence. From this day, I carry your name until death.”

I could hear the hesitation in her voice as she spoke the words.

Now that we were all national Mafia elites, the weddings looked a bit different.

There was no standard “to have and to hold” speech.

The realization of what she was entering was all over her face. But once she was done, I winked at her.

“Very well. This union is sealed in blood and bound by honor. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

I kissed her, and once he left, I walked her to her suite, where her team was waiting for her in the hallway. Forever had just begun.