Page 28 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings 2: The Finale
“You’re going to spoil us.” I reached for his phone, but he held it out of my reach.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“It’s not necessary. I don’t want to be with you because of what you buy me. It’s never been about that for us,” I told him as the doorbell chimed throughout the space.
“That can’t be the groceries already. You expecting somebody else?” he asked, sliding off the chair.
“No. Only person I told about the move was Lola, and she helped us earlier and bounced.”
Ivo reached in his waistband and removed his pistol. When he got up to go check on things, I was right behind him with a racing pulse. Brick was already in the front hall with his gun drawn too while Six sat up alert on the couch. Ivo nudged Brickto the side and yanked the door open. A frown flitted over his handsome face when he looked the delivery person over.
“Can I help you?” Ivo demanded.
“Yeah. I have a delivery for an Emerald Crane,” the young, blonde-haired, pasty-faced delivery boy announced.
His bright blue eyes doubled in size when he caught the guns in both men’s hands, and he immediately shoved the square-shaped package in his arms into Ivo’s.
“H-have a g-good day,” he stammered before running off.
Ivo frowned while examining the package.
“You ordering shit already,” he teased, closing the door.
“That’s actually for you. I thought about you today, and I thought you might like something to do with your free time.”
“Nigga ain’t got no free time between you, work, and the wife.” Brick dug a pack of blunts from his pocket.
“Brick, oh my God!” Six screamed from the couch. “You gon’ have her put us out and we won’t be welcome back.”
“I ain’t worried about that,” Brick scoffed.
“You can come back. He’s banned.” I cut my eyes at him as Ivo tore the box open in his hand to see what was inside.
His entire face lit up at the Rembrandt oil color wooden box set. He swiped his hand over the smooth finish and examined the supplies carefully. Although he was silent, I could tell that he had something on his mind. This was a set that was originally like a thousand dollars, and I found someone getting rid of it on eBay, so I bid on it and won.
“You don’t like it?” I asked, worried as his gaze lifted to mine and Brick peered over his shoulder to see what it was.
“Oh shit, that’s dope as fuck!”
“I ain’t painted in a long time,” Ivo whispered as Brick took the box from him.
“No time like the fucking present,” his brother declared. “This shit hard right here!”
“I know you don’t have the kind of time you wish you did to dedicate to your art, but I think it could be a good outlet for you. You work all the time, and you do everything for everybody else. I want you to have something for yourself. You can use the room upstairs as your studio, the one with the skylight and all the windows. I was going to go get you canvases and stuff tomorrow.”
“Yo, that’s real right there.” Brick sat down and left the open box on the table. “She’s right, bro. You’re an artist at heart. That shit don’t just go away. You used to sketch and paint all the fucking time. I still got some of your work saved in my room. You solid for this, Emerald.”
Ivo came up to me, eyes glistening as a small smile wilted the corners of his mouth. Admiration and love were all I could see as he floated toward me. Pulling me against his chest, he knelt so that he could mesh his lips onto mine for the sweetest kiss. My arms slid across his shoulders, and he closed the space between us while slipping me his tongue. As far as I was concerned, we were the only two in the room.
“I love it,” he finally said when we parted. “I don’t want you spending your money on me though.”
“Oh, but you can break the bank on me?” I teased, shaking my head. “That’s not how this works. I’m not just going to take from you, Ivo. You deserve the world too.”
He thumbed my chin before lowering his face and lips to mine once again.
“That nigga ain’t going home tonight,” Brick joked.
“Looks like he is home,” I heard Six mutter as Ivo swept me off my feet.
