Page 13 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio
Pulling a blunt from the middle console, I lit it and let the exotic Kush suffocate my lungs. Pills and syrup used to be a part of my guilty pleasures, but I never got hooked on the shit like Ezio had been. When I saw my right hand go through what he did, I had to fall the fuck back. Now, I smoked a daily blunt, refraining from indulging on Wednesdays and Sundays. On those days, I preferred to remain sober.
Once my body relaxed from the potent drug attacking my nervous system, I handed the blunt to Tunan. He’d done his time and wasn’t on probation, so he, too, fucked up his lungs with recreational smoking.
“I’m just saying. That shit caught me off guard, G.”
I nodded. The rest of us were also caught off guard by the obligation.
When we found out we had to be wed in order to officially join the mob, it threw us for a loop. It was what it was, though. If everything went well next Friday, I would have me a blushing bride and would be able to put that behind me.
“Yeah, well… You in a city full of beautiful women. Take your pick. Choose wisely, though,” I let him know as he passed me back the blunt. I had to crack the window due to the funky fog the weed had created in the truck. I needed Tune to be able tosee. Being wrapped around a pole wasn’t on my bingo card for the year.
“So, where yours at?”
I could feel him side-eyeing me as I stared straight ahead while getting my fix. It was still early, only being noon, and I had a taste for a Caesar salad, so unbeknownst to Tunan, we were headed to lunch. I had about two hours to spare before I had to meet Nel at one of the stash houses for a count. Ever since our shit came up short that time, we do triple-fucking counts. After the money got handled, I had to go check a few of our customers’ traps. We didn’t personally give a fuck what the niggas did with the dope when they copped it from us, but knowing their shit ran smooth was important to me. I liked to see how a man treated those working for him because if he was a shitty boss, that said more than enough about who he was as a person and as a businessman. If you can’t respect the niggas that are keeping your belly fed, then you aren’t fit to be fucked with—or in my case, served.
Once that was handled, it would be in the wee hours of the morning. I had to find time to pencil in visiting the cabin because I hadn’t fed the Hobo nigga in two days. I couldn’t have him dying on me before my nephew turned eighteen.
“Aye, bust this left right here.”
Tunan made the turn, but continued to glare at me. “Where yours at?”
“I heard you the first time, Tune.”
“Well, shit… answer, nigga.”
I tried handing him back the blunt, but he declined, so I put it out in the ashtray and tossed it out the window. The blunt was still three-quarters full, but there was more where that came from.
“You rich-ass niggas just be wasting the weed. I could have took that lil’ piece of blunt with me and had it for the morning.”
I chuckled. “Tune, it ain’t that deep.”
“And that’s another thing. You always hollering about shit not beingthatdeep.”
“Cuz it’s not. Shit be surface as fuck.” I shrugged while confirming details with the pilot so I could wire him the twenty bands it would cost for him to get me to and from my destination.
“Yeah?” Tunan cut his eyes at me and smirked. “Aite den.”
“To answer your question, I haven’t really had the time to find a wife. I’m not putting much thought into it like that, though.”
My finger hovered over Glow’s message thread, but I hesitated. I hadn’t had the time to pursue her like she deserved, but if she so happened to take the Cuppacio last name, it would make up for all of my mishaps. At one point, I had a few women I kept on my roster for those nights I needed to feel something soft. In recent months, I’d narrowed it down to one. However, none of them was fit to take the Cuppacio last name. They were good for a few orgasms, and that was it. Glow, though—she had the potential to be all that and more. Time just wasn’t on my fucking side.
“So you not putting much thought into the bitch that’s supposed to be your wife? Yourwife,nigga?”
“Nah. I’m not.”
“So you’ll marry a bitch with one leg, teeth missing, and deaf in one ear? Since it ain’t that deep and you not putting that much thought into a wife, you just gone marry anything out here?”
Rubbing my hand down my mouth, I locked my screen and stuffed it in the pocket of my slacks. “As long as she’s loyal, honest, kind, can take dick, and spend my money like I print it, I don’t give a fuck what she looks like,” I spoke the honest God truth. I didn’t have a type.
Granted, most of the women I’d bedded hadn’t been as light as Glow, so I did prefer a chocolate woman. I also preferred one that was of African American descent, but I didn’t have a type per se.
“Yeah, you must gone cheat?”
“No. I’m not. When I take a wife, she’ll be the last person I lie with.”
“Forever?”
“Yeah, Tune. Forever. When I said I want a woman that’s loyal, I meant that. I can’t expect her to give me some shit I don’t give in return. Won’t be any cheating going on.”
