Page 80 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio
The lot was full of cars, so I assumed her question was rhetorical. Still, I answered her. “This ain’t no regular church, my baby.”
Glow was unsure like a motherfucker. Her eyes scanned the lot, and the way she kept swallowing and making her throatmove had me licking my lips and gripping my crotch. Driving my head back into the headrest, I watched as she damn near had a mental meltdown.
“Glow… This shit just on paper. I promise, I ain’t gon’ impose on you or no shit like that. I even showed you the prenup. Ion want shit from you, my baby. Swear to God. I’m in a church lot, so that nigga can strike me down right now if I’m bullshitin’.” I held my hand up to emphasize my point.
She blinked rapidly, long lashes fluttering as her shoulders tensed. “You just said yourself this isn’t a regular church. Plus, you cursed and promised in the same sentence! That disqualifies anything you’ve said!”
Keeping my face neutral, I looked at her until she turned her gaze to me. “Glow. You ain’t gotta do this shit.”
Because she didn’t. I’d have to find another girl, and even though I preferred it to be her because I didn’t have the time or energy to explain to a woman that I just wanted a wife on paper, I was going to do what the fuck I had to do. I was getting this bread one way or another. Don made it sound easy, but you couldn’t just pick a girl off the street. I couldn’t see myself finding a woman I trusted enough to bring into the mob world like that. She could be the fucking feds or on some setup shit. With what Stella had done, I wasn’t putting shit past nobody.
Sucking in a wad of breath, she looked down at her ring. She was making this shit more than what it was. Glow was fine and had some of the best pussy I'd had the pleasure of entering, but this was about the money for me. I fucked with Glow, and that was why I had agreed to let her call the shots and fold into her requests. But the bread was the fucking motive. Aside from her having my last name and her bills being paid, her world wouldn’t change much. She was already in the door with the women despite what her mind told her.
“All right… Let’s go.”
I didn’t expect my heart to pound in my chest at her submission, so it caught me off guard. Instead of getting out of the car, I watched her flip down the visor to fix her hair. She tucked a few strands back into the bun before opening her crossbody bag. She pulled out an edge brush and a small bottle of edge control. Tuscany and Athena used the same kind.Once her edges looked like they were in cursive, she added lip gloss, then pulled out some type of powder that matched her skin tone and pressed it into her face.
Glow always had products. I didn’t know how much she could fit in that damn bag, but when she pulled out her sweet-smelling-ass perfume and nearly sprayed me in the fucking eye with it, I knew then that shit had to have been laced with magic. Giving herself another two glances in the visor mirror, she flipped it back up and turned to me with a content expression on her face. She was legit about to do this with a nigga.
“Okay,” she said, rubbing her lips together, smearing the gloss all over her lips evenly.
She’s too fucking fine, yo’.
My dick was now at full attention, so I grabbed the papers and tucked them in my back pocket. I hopped out of the car before I gave in to temptation and pulled her glossy-ass lips in my mouth and leaned the seat back so that she could ride my dick.
Checking my surroundings, I opened the passenger door and helped her pretty ass out. Hand in hand, I led her scary ass through the double doors, shutting the outside out and welcoming all the bullshit that went on inside.
Glow paused, eyes roaming the entryway, confused about the whole ordeal.
“Welcome to the Haunted House.”
She drew her head back. “Like… Halloween?”
Grabbing her hand again, I led her out of the entryway and down the left hallway.
“Nah. This place used to be a church. Well, it’s still a church, but it doesn’t operate as one anymore. Just think of it as a one-stop shop for the hood.” I pointed to an open door that we walked past.There were slot machines in about six rows with ten machines on each row. “This is the gambling room.”
It wasn’t like Don’s Dungeon. They didn’t have crap tables or anything like that—just slot machines for the grannies of the hood to spend their fixed income. Even though it was late at night, nearly every seat was taken as machines sounded off.
Pulling her along, I pointed to the next door. “This is sum’n like a convenience store except… if you ain’t got no bread, you can get shit on a pay-later type shit with a lil’ bit of interest.”
The next room was run by an Arab, who was behind the counter, serving a young girl in a bonnet and flip-flops with a baby on her hip. His shelves were stocked with everything you could need, from clothing and diapers to household products and car parts. He even had liquor in the fridges lining the room.
“Oh, wow!” Glow gasped as I pulled her along.
There were two more rooms on this side of the hall, and then there were double doors at the end of it. The next room’s door was closed, but the moans could be heard, so there was no explanation needed. Her cheeks grew red, and her palm sweated in my hand, but we kept it moving.
The last room had three desks in it with women behind them, typing on the computers and shuffling through paperwork. There were people in front of each desk in a line.
“This is the business room. You can get all types of paperwork filed, renew ya license, pay tickets, get ya passport, pay ya light bill, rent, get loans, and damn near any other legal thing you need handled can be done here. There’s always at leasttwo different attorneys here. They’ve been getting niggas off child support for years.”
“Is this where you had the paperwork done?” Her eyes went from the busy room to me.
I grinned. “Hell yeah. You had muhfuckas laughing at a nigga too. Attorney asked me ten times if I wanted to marry yo’ lil’ bossy ass.”
A grin broke through the nervousness on her face, followed by the rolling of her eyes. “Whatever. I can’t believe a place like this even exists. In a church of all buildings too… I have so many questions.”
“Dey gone have to wait, my baby.”
