Page 74 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“I-I-I… Um, s-so.” I couldn’t get a damn word out because I was shaking so hard.

“Sp-Sp-Spit it out, Destiny! We way too grown for this! If I did something, you need to tell me. Running away and ignoring me ain’t gon’ do neither one of us no good!” he said, and I could tell he was doing everything in his power to keep his volume low.

When my dad got mad, he yelled. The fact that I could feel the anger radiating off that man and he had yet to raise his voice at me had me terrified.

“I came to Dream’s for lunch today, a-and when I got there, I overheard you talking to Eden… It s-sounded bad, and I thought…”

“You thought what, Des?” He gave me a sinister brow raise that made me stutter even worse.

“I-I thought you two were f-f-fucking,” I wailed before crying again. “I was really upset, and that’s why I did that to your car! I’m so sorry,” I sobbed.

“My what?” he asked, giving me a look that shot straight to my bones.

“H-huh?” I mumbled.

“If you can huh, you can hear, Destiny. What car?”

“You haven’t seen it?” I asked with wide eyes.

“I pulled up in a hurry to see you. Came in, and you weren’t there and didn’t answer my calls. What did you do?” By this point we were pulling into the driveway. The Bugatti was in the rear garage and not visible from where we were. He turned the car off and looked me in my eyes, more serious than I had ever seen him.

“What the fuck did you do to my car, Destiny?”

“I-I-I burned⁠—”

“Aw, hell naw!” Apparently I said enough because he hopped out of the car and ran around the back of the house. I pulled myself from my seat and reluctantly followed. I thought that maybe since it was dark out, he wouldn’t notice… or maybe it wouldn’t look so bad. The moment the motion lights clicked on and I heard the thunderous scream he let out, I knew he saw the full scope of my fuck up.

“Destiny, what the fuck?” he hollered as he turned to me.

“I-I was just mad! I know you didn't really want to marry me, but when I heard you and Eden talking like that, I just lost it!” I wailed. I was not a bad bitch, I was a crybaby, and the way I stood there sniffling and snorting over his ass proved just that.

He looked at the destruction, then back at me, shaking his head in disbelief. We stood there in silence, with my sniffling and whimpers providing the score before he grabbed my waist. I tensed up and cried harder.

“Brick, baby please don’t! I’m sorry. I’ll pay for it!” My tears gave way to confusion when he looked down at me and laughed in my face.

“Man, come on, Firestarter. I should have known that the ‘good’ ones were batshit crazy. And you burned my fuckin’ grass too!? Oh, baby, you definitely about to pay for it. You ‘bout to be laid up for a year. You owe me about four M’s in ass, Lil’ Mama.”

“S-so you're not mad?” I looked at him in disbelief. I was sure by now my head would be rolling across the scorched grass.

“Yeah, I'm mad as fuck, but not half as mad as I was when I got to this muhfucka and my wife was gone,” he said, staring down at me with a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite pinpoint before continuing. “I’m sorry about that shit with Eden. I tried to wait for her to tell you, but clearly I should have said something.”

“No, don't apologize! It’s all my fault. I should have asked–”

“Des,” he cut me off, pushing a curl away from my face. “Shut the fuck up.” I frowned, looking at him with my nose scrunched up and my lip stuck out.

“Nigga, you shut the fuck up!” He smacked my ass so hard that I knew I’d feel the sting for hours.

“Baby, look at me,” he demanded, forcing my compliance by grabbing my chin. “I want you. Not your sister, not any of these other women out here. The only person on my mind is Destiny Naomi West. Now, get yo’ ass in this house so I can fuck this crazy shit out of you.”

I damn near crashed through the fully glass door trying to follow his demands. We didn’t even make it in the house good before he had me pressed up against the floor to ceiling window, fingers plunging into me as I screamed out.

“You tryna leave me?” he asked as he fingered the fuck out of me. I could literally feel my juices running down, soaking my panties and shorts. The transition from terrified to turned on was instant as I threw my leg up, chasing the nut he was determined to give me.

“N-No. I’m not leaving you, baby.”

“Never?” he asked, biting into the exposed skin of my breast as his thumb started making circles in sync with his fingers.

“Never! I promise!” I said, throwing my head back as I put a death grip on his collar. My vision started to cloud as I approached my destination and he stopped.