Page 37 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings 2: The Finale
It was like she was reading his little bad ass thoughts, and he backed away.
“What y’all up to around here?” Staten asked, dropping onto the couch beside Brick.
“This nigga think he a handyman and shit. Over here putting shit together. What’s up with you? Where Tavi and Saga?”
“With their mama.” Staten sighed and leaned back into the couch. “She wanted to spend some time with them, and I just wanted to get the fuck out of the house and away from her.”
“Where’s Six?” Cambrie asked, peering around curiously.
“In the kitchen with Emerald,” I told her. “She insisted on making dinner, but I don’t think my baby can burn like that.”
“I’ll go check on them,” Cambrie stated, pivoting to the hallway behind her. “Come on, you two. I don’t trust either of you alone with all this expensive stuff.”
“That’s cold, Cambrie,” Rogue chimed in, causing Brick to fall over laughing.
My nephew reminded me of my little brother so much as a kid, it wasn’t even funny. I know he stayed giving Staten a run for his money. Lately, with them around, I was starting to think about this whole parenting shit even more. My view had changed with Emerald in the picture. With Jordan, it just seemed like the next step, some shit we should be doing as husband and wife.
Emerald had me excited in a different way, like watching her stomach grow, feeling the baby kick, and seeing who he or she looked like when they came out. Those were the things on my mind now, and I felt bad sometimes that I couldn’t share them with Jordan. The two of us just seemed to be going through the motions. Marcella and Rossi kept her busy with different events where she represented me as my wife, but it was all just formal shit. It was Emerald who I was dreaming about building a future with.
“That’s my nephson right there. When me and Six get to that baby-making shit, you gotta let me borrow him.”
“So, uh . . . this shit with you and Six for real?” I checked with him, squinting at the next instructions because I felt like I’d done some shit wrong.
“Nigga, you think I’m running up in trafficking auctions to rescue some random ass bitch?” Brick sneered.
“Just be careful. We ain’t found that nigga Skully,” Staten chimed in.
“Don’t worry about that. I’m already taking precautions. That muhfucka ain’t gon’ know what hit him.”
“Fuck this shit!” I tossed the screwdriver and jumped to my feet.
Brick fell over laughing, and Staten just shook his head. I honestly wanted to check on Emerald. I didn’t want her uncomfortable in her own shit. I didn’t hold anything against Six or Cambrie, but I didn’t know either of them like that. Surprisingly, when I stepped into the kitchen, I found themall gathered at the island counter, laughing naturally with each other. Emerald turned, eyes kind of slanted, before smiling and perking up in her chair.
“Hey. You checking on me?”
“Something like that.”
“We ain’t gon’ hurt her.” Cambrie winked at me. “I was just giving Emerald some tips on tenderizing her chicken. We’re making crusted parmesan chicken with pasta and asparagus. Six is taking care of the garlic bread.”
“Where the kids?”
“Out on the balcony. Don’t worry. I got my ear to them. Rogue!”
“Cam . . . I ain’t moved.” My nephew sounded annoyed, which only made me laugh.
“And I’m right here next to him,” Piaget spoke up.
“See.” Cambrie pushed her pouty lips together.
“She like Mary Poppins, the nanny, and some more fairytale godmother shit all wrapped in one,” Emerald joked. “You have to come over and meet Jury. My daughter will love you.”
“How old is she?”
“Four,” Emerald answered.
“We can do play dates with her and Rogue while the other kids are at school. He needs some other kids to hang around. Everyone is older than him, that’s why he acts like that. Don’t get me wrong, he’s like one of my best friends, but that feels kind of selfish considering he’s four,” Cambrie teased.
“It’s obvious he adores you though.”
