Page 74 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
Reign swayed her head. “No. Everything okay?”
Markus laughed bitterly. “Yes and no. The no, you don’t have to worry about. Just the yes.”
She sat up. “What’s the yes?”
“Dinner at my aunt’s. Your presence is strongly in the words of Aunt G, advised,” Markus said with a chuckle, and climbing back into the bed so he could lie on her. “You’re going to meet Aunt Lucille. She’s the rock of all this. Of all of us. Nia said, wouldn’t be no pop-ups, but I am very sure my cousins are going to show up.”
Reign rubbed his neck and shoulders. “How can I alleviate the tension?”
“The easiest shit? Help me order something to feed these ungrateful niggas,” he grumbled.
Reign picked up her phone. “Any specifics?”
“Auntie Lucille has congestive heart failure, Aunt G has diabetes, and Ms. Ophelia has high blood pressure. The rest ofthem are on their own,” Markus yawned. “Get my card out of my wallet.”
Reign looked at the nightstand where one of his guns rested. The other was on the dresser. She wasn’t going to reach it without disturbing him, as he was actively getting heavier with every breath.
“When do you want me to wake you up?” she posed.
“Two hours, I want to get there before the rest of them,” he mumbled tiredly. “Your ass is wearing me out.”
“That’s not me. That’s you finally resting. Go to sleep, I got it.”
Hours later, they were up, dressed, Reign’s hair rehydrated, detangled curls framing her face. Markus pushed his hands into her hair and shook it.
“You like it?” she asked with a soft giggle.
“Hell yeah. I love it. You should wear it like this more often.”
Her brows dipped. “You sure.”
“Hell yeah. It’s you,” he confirmed, kissing her forehead, nose, and lips. “Let’s go before I call Nia and tell her we ain’t gonna make it.”
Reign scoffed. “Give the man a little bit of cookie and he’s hooked.”
“It wasn’t a little bit. It was the whole thing. I was in it. When we get home, I want it on my face.”
“Emilliano, please,” Reign giggled, rolling her eyes. “We got to gooooo.”
“I ain’t stopping you from leaving,” he grunted, nipping her chin. “The door is right there.”
“And you’re in my way,” she giggled as he palmed her ass. “Would you stop. There’s nothing there to grab.”
He pulled back. “Nah, you got two handfuls back here.”
“Boy, please.” She waved him off and started for the door. “I’ve never been this small in my whole life.”
He grunted. “Let me take care of you, you’ll be back where you want to in no time.”
“Not if we don’t get this food and show up on time,” Reign stated, standing by the door.
Markus took her in – natural makeup, big curly hair, tan dress, jean jacket, and her thigh-high boots. “You look good.”
“Thank you. Don’t come over here and yank me up, just open the door so we can go.”
“Say please,” he toyed.
“Markus Emilliano Grant. We have to get this food in twenty minutes,” Reign fussed.
