Page 29 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

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“I’m just sayin’ nigga. It would be cool if I could put my own lil’ spin on it. Something custom,” Kilo argued as we walked in my front door together. We had just returned from an appointment to try on our tuxes. Pistol’s ass immediately rushed off like he had somewhere to be, and Kilo’s ass followed me home like a lost puppy. Hell, at this point he needed to find his own wife, so I could have a break.

“Nigga, fuck no! When you have your own wedding in exactly two years and three weeks, you can do whatever the fuck you want. For my shit, we doin’ it my way. Keep your bedazzled shit the fuck away from my wedding!” I turned and looked him up and down. My baby brother was very much into fashion, but the nigga always looked like a cross between a YN and a rockstar.

“Damn, I thought the bride was supposed to be the diva? You real invested in this shit, bruh!”

“Because it’s my fucking wedding too! And you know I ain’t putting my stamp on shit unless it’s the best.”

“Yeah, what you gon’ say when she comes strutting down the aisle dressed like The Queen of England?” he said. The thought made me bust out laughing.

“Man, she took her sister with her. I’m praying that she had some sort of influence over her.” I laughed and rubbed the back of my head, settling into the couch as I checked my phone.

Mina

So I’m cut off now?

I had unblocked her ass less than five minutes ago, and she managed to text me in the time it took me to get from the car into the house.

That depends on you, Mina.

Mina

Baby, I’m sorry! I know we have an arrangement. Hearing that about you being engaged just threw me off. I miss you.

I’ll be through tonight.

Mina

Wait. I can’t come to you?

You tryna see me or not?

Mina

I’ll be ready.

I almost cancelled on her ass for having an attitude, but I let it slide because I was getting married. I guess any woman would feel a way after finding out the nigga who’s been piping her down for the last two years was marrying someone else. Still, that wasn’t my problem, and she knew what it was when she eagerly agreed to fuck with me.

My phone rang, and I quickly answered for one of my business associates.

“What’s good, Trip? Everything cool?” I asked. Him calling me in the middle of the day on a random Saturday wasn’t our usual, so I knew something had to be up.

“Yeah… Well no… my spot on Third Street got hit last night so I might need to re-up a little sooner than usual.” My jaw clenched in frustration, but I tried my best to keep it cool.

“Bet, I got a lot coming up, but I’ll make sure we get you right… Do you know who did that shit?”

“I don’t. I got some footage of the niggas, but I haven’t had any leads.”

“Send that shit to me. I’ll have my people look at it and see if we can come up with anything,” I said. I wouldn’t tell him, but he was the third person in my orbit who had some shit like this happen to them, and I needed answers. Once the wedding was over, I fully intended to get all this shit straightened out. I sat there trying to mentally connect any potential dots because we had to get this shit fixed before Ma caught wind of it. Kilo’s loud ass came in, interrupting my thoughts and my peace.

“When my sis get here anyways? When she movin’ in and shit?” he asked while stuffing his face with a big ass sandwich.

“She insisted that she wait until after the wedding, so I hired movers to bring all her shit over during the ce—Nigga, she ain’t your muhfuckin’ sister!” I snapped. Kilo’s ass always played too much.

“Good,” he said, letting out a sigh of relief. “Because she got some big ass titties, and the way I wanna motorboat them shits made me feel weird as fuck, thinking she might be my sister.”

“The fuck you just say?” I cut my eyes at him.