Page 19 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings 2: The Finale
“Mr. Brick, Armon is here,” Marcie announced from the other side of the door. “Says he’s been calling you.”
Reaching out, I snatched up my phone and saw that he had called like five times and texted even more. Shaking my head, I set the phone back down and pressed a hand against my forehead.
“Shit. Aight. Tell him to come up.” I tossed the covers aside, and Six remained laying down beside me.
“What’s going on?”
“Just some shit he wants to talk about. You don’t even have to worry about this right now. I just gotta come up with a statement and figure out our next approach on this whole shit with Bella and her husband.”
“You don’t have to shield me, Brick. I’m good.” Six sat up and ran her fingers through her hair as my bedroom door swung open.
“My bad, didn’t mean to interrupt y’all.” Armon caught me sitting on the edge of the bed with Six behind me, hugging the covers against her chest.
“What’s up, Mon? What you need?” I grabbed my robe off a nearby chair and tied it around my waist as he marched over to my living room area and took a seat with all his equipment.
“I need to know what the fuck happened last night and how to spin this in your favor. Both of you.” He cracked his MacBook open and took a seat in his favorite chair, facing the door.
Six glanced my way, lifting a brow, and I went over to join him.
“Bro, you already know about me and Bella. Her husband just so happened to find out. I ain’t been with her since this whole thing with Six started though. She was on some salty shit last night because of that.”
“Well, she’s the one married, so she looks worse than you, but it’s not a good look for you, Brick. Now they’re dropping you as an ambassador too. I got that notification this morning.”
“I don’t give a fuck about none of that! Fuck her and her company. I’m only worried about making sure me and Six good.” I went over to the counter beside my mini fridge so I could turn on my Keurig.
I needed some fucking caffeine.
“My brand is changing, and I want the focus to be more on that. Not all this drama and other shit. Six is in school, she’s got a lot of other shit she can be talking about, and she got her own brand deals. I need to fall back and deal with all this court shit anyway. We can make a statement or be seen going out on a date one night so they know we still together. Right now, I think it’s best to limit my exposure though.”
“Shit, we might be able to work with that. As long as you’re doing your deals, it will leave everyone chomping at the bit to see what your next move together will be. Gives you time to regroup, focus on your own goals, and still get paid,” Armon surmised.
“That’s what I’m saying. Six been through enough. I just want her to be able to chill out and enjoy her life without all that extra shit for a while.”
I winked at her, and she smiled as she cuddled up to a pillow under the covers. Armon caught the exchange, his attention volleying between us before squinting at me. He’d known me long enough. This shit with Six was far from casual. I was coming on all ten toes behind her. It was fuck everybody when it came to us. The whole world could eat a dick.
“Six, I don’t know what you doing to this nigga, but I ain’t mad at it,” Armon joked.
I chopped it up with him a little longer before he packed all his shit to leave. We agreed that Six and I would go live when she was up to it, but we would both post some shit to let mufuckas know we were still rocking with each other, and it was none of their fucking business. After slipping into joggers and a t-shirt, I eased onto the edge of the bed, and she popped her head up while hugging the pillow.
“You hungry? I was going to run downstairs and have Marcie hook us up.”
“Yeah. I could eat.” She sat up, tossing the pillow aside, and climbed down from the bed.
I stood, towering over her petite frame and looking into her eyes. She was more content than when I found her last night. The light in her eyes was slowly returning.
“You know if you’re not good you can always tell me, right?”
“I know. I’m good. I can’t stay in this room forever though.” She sighed.
“Last night was a lot, Six.”
“And I’m fine, Brick. You need to relax, Papa.” Her full lips curved into a sexy smile, and I took advantage by capturing them with mine.
“Come on. Let’s go eat.”
Arriving in the kitchen a few minutes later, we found Rossi and Marcella at the table together sharing coffee and breakfast. At the counter, Marcie stood arranging fruit on a platter along with a bowl of yogurt and a side of granola. She always cooked like it was for a small army.Whatever we didn’t eat, Rossi would take over to the lodge or they would have delivered to the many shelters in the city. One thing they didn’t believe in around here was food going to waste. According to Rossi, somebody was always hungry somewhere.
“Morning, Queens!” I went to greet each of them with a kiss against their cheeks and pulled out the chair beside Marcella but across from Rossi so that Six could sit.
