Page 16 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“Eden, please!” I croaked! “That was in junior high! Ain’t nobody lookin’ at that man like that no more!” She loved to tease me about how I used to have the smallest crush on one of the church elders, but that was years ago.

“Okay, so what is it?” she asked impatiently.

“I’m… getting married in six weeks.”

“What? To who? Bitch, I just talked to you last week! So, you did finally bust it open? When is the baby due?” she asked, throwing out questions faster than I could think.

“No! I’m not pregnant! We haven’t done… it. But we’re getting married next month on the nineteenth, and I need your help.”

“Des, hell naw. Any nigga who’s trying to marry you without at least a sample of the coochie is crazy! I can’t let you do this!”

“Eden, it’s fine. He’s different from any man I’ve dated, but he’s not a weirdo. His mom just stopped by with the black card and info for the planner, and I would love it if my sister could help me with this,” I said sweetly. I heard her huffing and puffing on the other end.

“Fine… You know I’ll never turn down the opportunity to spend someone else’s money. I’m in. I got a dick appointment pulling up in a few, but I’ll be over later. It’s been a week, and I’m bout to let this nigga fuck me through the wall!”

“Bye, nasty!” I said, quickly hanging up before she could terrorize me any further with her sexcapades.

Five

Nigga Is a Noun

BRICK

“You’re short,” Kilo said with a frown as he surveyed the table. There was about five-hundred thousand dollars in front of him… well, there should have been that much, but his smart ass could eyeball it and tell whether that was accurate or not. In addition to our legal hustles, we made millions from pharmaceuticals, weapons, and other goods and services. We were no little street operation; we were a whole corporation.

“W-What do you mean?” I saw the sweat start to form on Donte’s eyebrow and instantly knew that his ass was on some fraudulent shit.

“There’s supposed to be five hundred bands here, right? All hundreds. Why the fuck I see forty-eight stacks? And some of these muhfuckas look like ones and fives.” I raised my brow because he had only been in the room for thirty seconds before he noticed the discrepancy. “How much is really here?” he asked.

“I—ah… I was a little short this month. I planned to get it all to you when we met next month—” he said, trying to plead his case.

“How much?” I spoke up, urging him to get to the point. The lil’ scary shit was what pissed me off the most. If you were gon’ be a snake, stand in it. Don’t be a pussy.

“F-four hundred and thirty,” he said with a quivering bottom lip.

“So, you tried to cheat us out of fourteen percent and thought it was sweet. We could have sold you four hundred worth of product, but nigga you tried to steal from us,” Kilo sneered.

“You know what happens to niggas that steal,” Pistol called out from his corner of the room, making me jump. It wasn’t that I forgot he was there, the nigga just decided to use his voice at the most random times.

“Nah, man, nahhh! You know me! We been cool since high school! You know I would never play with y’all like that! Give me just a little grace! PLE—Ah!” He screamed out in pain as my gun whipped across his face so swiftly that he never saw it coming.

“I give grace to niggas who are stupid… not much, but grace just the same. But for a nigga to knowingly try to play in our muhfuckin’ faces? You know we can’t let that slide,” I said coolly as if I didn’t just send a couple of his teeth on a one-way flight across the room.

“It ain’t even like that!” he whined. “I swear I planned to pay you back!” I didn’t answer, walking over to the table, packing his money back into the duffel bag he brought in, then handing it to him.

“H-huh?” he asked in confusion.

“Take this home, give it to your girl, and tell her goodbye. Pistol will be through later to holla at you,” I ordered. This nigga’s face fell because everybody in the city knew what it meant if you got a visit from P’s ass. He could try to run, but the outcome was inevitable now that he had that mark on him.

“Yeah, and I’ll be through later to give her fine ass this consolation package,” Kilo said, grabbing his dick through his jeans. I looked away and covered my mouth. His crazy ass would show up to dick a girl down right after we sent her nigga to glory… and she would probably let him.

“Fuck you, nigga!” Donte spat through tears. He knew his moments on earth were numbered, and I guess now was the time he decided to grow some balls.

“Nah, I’ma fuck her.”

“My girl is fuckin’ pregnant, nigga!” he yelled, spit flying from his mouth in anger.

“Even better, that means I can nut all up in her with no worries. I’ma make sure I hit that pregnant pussy so good she forgets all her woes. Let her dry her tears all over this dick!”