Page 60 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio
Nel tossed his dreads back. “Shut don’t go up, shut go down. All you niggas some Cuppacio clowns.”
This mane don’t got no sense.
“Aye, G. You good, though?” I gave Shio my attention. Despite being quiet and refusing to give in to the banter, he didn't look stressed. I let it go because I would like to think that if he needed help with whatever the fuck was happening at his crib, he’d let me know.
Vello shrugged. “While you're trying to teach the next nigga’s hoe, you need to track the lo’ on one of the singles out here. On foe ’nem.”
“Aye, Tunan. You got a bitch? You know you gotta get hitched?” Nel asked.
“Getting married ain't gon’ be a problem,” was all I gave his Cat in the Hat ass.
I had essentially taken my brother’s bitch, and before I told these niggas, I had to tell him. He couldn't have cared much about Glow because he sent me to entertain her for the evening. As much as I told myself I wasn’t looking for a girl, Glow came to mind every time I thought about one. I kept telling myself our union would be one of convenience, so I would do best to keep the shit about my gwap.
I noticed how she looked when the wives were talking amongst themselves. Outside of Don’s fine-ass wife, I didn’t know which woman belonged to whom. Don made it a point to let the party know who the queen of their massive castle was, but the remaining men played it cool.All of the women were fucking finer than a fresh stack of blue faces, and everyone had big-ass rocks on their left hand.
I didn't know if it was the marriage, the lifestyle, or just the sisterhood she wanted. Maybe it was all three, and I didn’t judge. She’d given a nigga a whole list of shit that proved she wasn’t trying to be committed, so my guess was that she just wanted tobelong. My hope was that it was because, outside of paying her bills, this marriage was strictly business for me. I fucked with Glow, but this wasn’t going to be anything but a role for her. This was not about to be another Stella situation. Tunan would be no one’s doctor or nurse ever again. Glow had her own bag and was healthy to the naked eye. I had half a mind to ask her for her MyChart. I was deadass serious about not nursing anybody back to health.
“Aye, let me see that phone again. All I could see was the silhouette of a woman in bed sleeping. What she look like? Neltz mind still a lil’ foggy from the shooting. The other day, he claimed something fine, and she looked like she was straight out of the Bricks.”
“What’s wrong with something out of the Bricks?” Ezio spoke up.
“Nigga… just because Jisei’s poor ass lived in the hood for a bit and her crack-headed-ass step daddy still roaming the dirt, that don’t mean you got a ghetto princess. You know what I meant. Not the fine ones from the Bricks, the busted buttaface ones,” Nel stated matter-of-factly. The weed was gone with nothing but the smoke lingering in the air.
Jisei was Ezio’s wife.
She must have been the brown-skinned one that Don couldn't seem to stay away from. Judging by her clothing and jewelry, she was the mafia princess indeed. I’d seen her hold a baby briefly, and now that I think about it, the baby had the same eyes as Ezio.
“Nigga, you talkin’ shit when Pia lived just a block away from the Bricks. Plus, she ghetto as fuck. Newsflash, all ghetto girls aren’t busted.”
Pia. Pia. Which one was Pia?
I thought back to that night. There were two dark-skinned pregnant women standing next to each other most of the night.One looked like she was about to pop, and I remember thinking she had to have been pregnant with more than one. Discover was what I’d heard someone call her. She was wearing a ring, except it wasn't on her ring finger. Yeah, that had to be Vello’s bitch. He’d left early, and I didn’t see her anymore either. They’d said she was married once before, and since Vello had yet to marry her, the ring finger being empty connected the two. The other girl had a boulder on her finger. I’d gotten a good look at her ring, and it was carved with the image of a rose. Nel’s tattoo had roses surrounding the name. That had to be Pia.
These niggas had done damn good. Exceptional, actually. All the women looked good, and in a way, matched these niggas to a T, even from the small glimpses I was able to catch. I was certain that an unspoken requirement to join the mob was that your wife had to be a walking sin. I hadn't seen an ugly woman the whole party, Glow included.
“Fuck all that! Y’all playing dumb, but y’all know not all the bitches from the Bricks ugly. Any-fucking-way, Shio let me see that phone again, my boy.”
“I’m not letting you see shit. Fuck is you so worried about what I got going on for anyway?” Shio spoke casually.
“Because I need to see if you really gonna be schoolin’ the bitch, or if you gonna be over there breakin’ the man’s wife in. The way she looks is going to tell meeverythingI need to know.”
Shio stood, pulling his jeans up on his waist which immediately fell right back to the prior position due to the weight of his phones and money. “She straight. But, again, I ain't on that.”
Nel twisted his mouth, and when his brother did the same, I nearly barked out a laugh.
“If she straight let us see…” Vello egged the exchange on.
“If my brodie said she straight, that mean she straight. If the broad was decent, he’d say she was. Get off his dick, Double Mint twins!” Ezio stood, slapping hands with Shio.
“I’m not you niggas. I can practice self-control. I don't know what the fuck Don got going on, but I’ma teach her how to protect herself, and that's all I can do. I’m sending her right back to Mexico the same way she came.”
“What do you mean, the same way she came? As a Mexican? That’s how you’re sending her back?”
Shio looked Nel square in the eyes, unblinking. “Unfucked by me. That’s what I mean.”
Nel squinted his eyes, and their stare off seemed to go on for minutes until Nel stood. “Aite. I know you not gone fuck her. You always liked Black girls. I’ve never known you to go to Taco Bell, ever.”
I’d fucked a few times outside of my race, and that shit was a zero out of ten. I did not fucking recommend it.
