Page 43 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio
“Marry me.”
I whipped my head around so hard that it snapped, cracked, and popped. “Nigga, what? Are you high?”
With this being a Sniff-and-Sip, Tunan must have taken it literally because his being high on cocaine was the only explanation for him to ask me some shit like that. I didn’t know this man at all. Did I think he was the store runner for real? No… Yes… Maybe. But, still, I didn’t know shit outside of him having a way with wordsand a skillful dick.
“High as a muhfucka. But I’m in my right mind, fasho.”
“You in your right mind by asking a complete stranger to marry you? Not only that, you didn’t even try to dress it up. You standing here in Forces, leaning against the wall, asking for my hand in marriage. Boy, if you don’t get on somewhere.” I was in utter disbelief. This further proved I, too, had lost my damn mind by giving this man the nookie.
“So if I got on my knees, would you say yes?” His eyes burned through mine with that question, and I knew he wasn’t talking about getting on his knees to propose. We hadn’t kissed that night, let alone him going down on me, and with the dick being grade A, I knew that mouth was lethal.
Shaking that image from my head, because we’d never go down that hole again, I tried to steady my breathing. He couldn’t be serious. I mean, he was joking, right? He had to be because no sane person would ask a one-night stand for their hand in marriage.
“Tunan. You can’t be for real. You realize who you talking to, right?”
“Yeah, good pussy…” He flashed that smile again.
Closing my eyes, I counted down while biting my molars. He was stressing me the fuck out. “Yeah, no. My answer is no.”
“That’s your final answer, my baby?” He cocked his head.
“Nigga, yes! The fuck!” I scream-whispered.
“Even if it meant that shit would only be on paper? Even if it meant you could get accepted into your beloved “wives’ club,” or circle, or whatever the fuck you call it? Even if it meant you wouldn’t be left out of top-secret mob shit? Ooop! My bad, I’m not supposed to say dat ’round you.” He smirked.
Now, he had my attention. “What are you saying, Tunan?”
“I’m saying… If you married me, you in. All-access pass. Unless you still trying to run with that store runner narrative.”
I mentally ran down the list of single men in the mob, and Tunan wasn’t one. Hell, his name had never even come up in the conversations I was privy to. I did know that Demise had brought in men who weren’t family, like Lorenzo, Big Zan, Rut, and the other young guys I saw around, but they were all married or on their way down the aisle. I didn’t know if Tunan was pulling my strings, or what? Hell, I wanted to be part of the pact, but I didn’t even know if I wanted to be married, for real. It wasn’t anything a husband could do for me that I wasn’t already doing for myself—except disturb my peace.
Unless he had mob money.
I took another look at Tunan. He was just as handsome as any of the mob men, if not more, even in his modest clothing and jewelry. He had just as much aura as the other men at this event, but he’d come from nowhere. However, the other men at this party wouldn’t be caught dead sitting in a car that was barely better than a hooptie. And Shio being connected to Tunan somehow further confused me unless…
“You need a wife.”
He held my gaze and said, “I do.”
“You need a wife toget in,” I repeated.
“I told you, you know shit.”
“You don’t want to marry me, Tunan. Get somebody else to do it.”
“You don’t want me to do that, my baby.”
“I do.”
“So…” His voice dropped. “You cool with a new bitch joining the pact before you? Not only a newbie, but one that’s gonna be fucking me and sucking me?”
His words were an immediate turn-on, but I felt an eerie and unfamiliar feeling settle in my gut.
Envy? No, Glow. Can’t be from just one session, no matter how good it was.
“You don’t. But you cool, Greedy. No pressure. Ion even got the time to convince you.”
“How much time you have?” I squinted.
