Page 86 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“Yours first,” Kat said as she stepped forward and hit me so hard I could feel the fresh blood fill my mouth. “If that nigga even comes to get you. Everyone knows that nigga don’t really fuck with you like that.” No sooner than she said that, did her phone start ringing.

“Hello?… Who is this?… What?… Shit… No, I’ll send my boyfriend home. Thank you!” she said before quickly hanging up.

“The fuck is that?” he asked.

“Brian called from down the street and said that it looks like a fuckin’ crackhead over there fuckin’ up our shit! He threw a brick through my windshield, babe!” Kat yelled.

“Damn…” Que mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “What you want me to do?”

She looked up at Que with a furious expression. “Nigga, go do something!”

“Shit,” he hissed. “Y’all niggas come on!” Everyone rushed out of the room, leaving me to struggle against the zip ties anchoring me to my chair. My eyes burned with frustrated tears when I realized that I wouldn’t be able to free myself, but I refused to let them fall. The house went eerily silent. The only sounds I could hear were cars driving by on a nearby street. I didn’t know how long I sat there, but by the time I heard a lot of movement and heavy footsteps approaching me, I knew my fate was sealed.

I wouldn’t cry, I wouldn’t beg, I would make them look me right in my eyes with my chin up. I would make him proud. My breath stopped once the footsteps hit the doorway, and I looked up to see… him. Standing there just as tall and handsome as he was the day I met him.

My husband.

“Baby?” The moment my eyes landed on him, the tears that I had been holding in finally released.

“Peep,” he said softly, quickly making his way over to me. “Don’t start all that crying shit. I’m here now. I got you.” He kissed my forehead and even though he was cussing me out, I still felt the love.

“You put a tracker in my ass for real?” I snapped as he cut the zip ties keeping my wrists behind me.

“I would never violate you like that… It’s in the bracelet,” he shrugged, a noise prompted him to move to the door and scan the hallway again. “How many niggas were in here with you?”

“Maybe seven or eight,” I answered. “And Kat.”

“Yeah, two of them niggas have been dealt with, but as soon as I get you somewhere safe, the rest of them muhfuckas gotta go too.” He came back over and had just kneeled down to free my legs, when another sound caught both of our attention.

“Aww, I guess he does care.” Kat’s menacing voice from the doorway snatched both of our attention. Luckily, she was still alone, but the gun she had pointed at Brick made me gasp.

“Not that it needs to be said, but your services are no longer needed at Dream’s,” he scoffed sarcastically. He went for the gun on his hip, but went completely still when she turned her gun in my direction. That was the only thing that made him throw his hands up in surrender.

“Keep them fuckin’ hands up before I make you a widower. Shit, I’d probably be doin’ you a favor so you can go back to slingin’ dick all over the city,” she spat, eyes on him while the gun was still pointed directly at my head.

“Kat. Don’t be stupid. You still got a chance to make it outta this. You do some dumb shit, and they gon’ be finding traces of you washing up on the shore of the Sleighton River for the next fifty years,” he said coolly. I could still hear the slight edge to his voice, but she didn’t. She didn’t know him like I did.

“Fuck you, Brick! Fuck you and your family! Actin’ like y’all so much better than everyone else! Lookin’ down your noses at us because you were born with it, and we had to get it out the mud! Fuck all y’all niggas! And ya’ mama too!” she screamed furiously. She was so mad that her eyes watered and spit flew as she ranted.

“Y’all niggas funny as fuck,” he grumbled, moving his body between me and the gun she had pointed at me. “Y’all muhfuckas runnin’ around mad, with all this hidden animosity towards me for a life I didn’t fuckin’ ask for. My people got it out the ground just like you did. Me and my brothers make sure half the niggas in The West got a roof over their heads and food on their tables. Everybody eats off us… including you, bitch! Yet, y’all still fuckin’ hate us.”

“Brick,” I whispered, unable to see Kat because his large frame completely blocked her out.

“You good, Baby,” he said in a soothing voice. “Settle whatever beef you got with me right here but leave her out of it. She ain’t got shit to do with why you hate me so much.”

“Gladly. I’ll let her mourn you for a bit before I come back and reunite you two,” she said evilly.

That was the last thing I heard before the gunshot.

“Peep,” he said, turning to me slowly as Kat retreated back down the hall.

“Brick?” My eyes widened when I saw the blood stain on his shirt that was growing by the second.

Twenty-Three

Fight

BRICK