Page 35 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
Satisfied with my look, I exited my bedroom and headed downstairs. Scooping the red rose bouquet off the kitchen counter, I trekked for the garage door. For the night, I waspulling out the Maybach. I stepped into the garage and grabbed the keys off the hook. Hitting the fob, I unlocked the doors and got into the driver’s seat.
Wren’s ass was still living in her fucking trailer even though I told her that she can come into the house with me. Most nights, my bed is where she slept. She got ’til the end of the month to move her ass out that fucking trailer or else I’m gon’ set that shit on fire out there and she’ll have no choice but to.
Pulling out the garage, I headed to Wren’s trailer and parked in front of her truck. Getting out, I went up and knocked on the door. She’d given me a key to her shit, but I didn’t want to barge in on her, especially since this was really our first official date. I still say that us going to dinner was a date, but she wasn’t looking at that shit like that.
A few moments later, Wren opened the door in this fire ass red, spaghetti strapped bondage dress. It showed off her petite frame perfectly. I chose red because she didn’t wear a lot of red and I wanted to see what the color looked like against her skin. My job is to bring her out her comfort zone.
“Got damn, if I didn’t have somewhere to be, I’d fuck you right here on this porch. These are for you.”
Her eyes glistened as she stared at the flowers. “I’ve never had anyone buy me flowers before. Thank you.”
“You been fucking with the wrong niggas.” Hooking her chin, I planted my lips against her red ones. “Maybe later, you can smear that lipstick all over my dick.”
“It’s smudge proof,” she said and stepped into the kitchen. She placed the flowers on the counter and grabbed a vase from underneath the sink. “It’s been a minute since I’ve bought flowers for myself.” I stood in the doorway and watched her carefully place the flowers inside the vase. “I don’t even think all of these will fit in here.
I bought her two dozen roses. The shit was specially made for her to match her dress. “If it don’t we can stop at the store on the way back and grab you another vase. Oh, here, before I forget.” Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a long velvet box and popped it open.
Wren stepped closer to me and stared down at the tennis bracelet. “Is that real?” left her lips.
“You think I’m gon’ walk in here with some fake shit and hand it to you? Who the fuck you take me for?” I removed the bracelet from the box and clamped it around her wrist. “Don’t make me return to sender.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She frowned at me.
“Nothing. Let’s go.”
Taking her by the hand, I led her out the trailer and down to the car. I opened the passenger door for her and she got inside. Once she was settled, I shut the door and rounded to my side.
“The whole family is gon’ be there,” I told her as I pulled out the driveway.
“Oh my God, I’m about to meet your parents?”
“What you sound terrified for? My people cool.”
“That’s what they all say.”
She stared out the window as I drove to Saint-Mercier’s Distillery. When I pulled into the parking lot, it was packed with cars. I parked at the front entrance behind the rest of the family cars and hopped out. We had it looking like a foreign car meet up out here.
Opening the door for Wren, I helped her out and we entered the building.
“Finally,” Murda said when he approached. “The people were getting antsy. They’re eager to try that new cognac of yours.” His eyes shifted to Wren. “Mrs. Saint-Mercier,” he acknowledged her.
“Excuse me?”
“Stop acting like you ain’t hear that man,” I told her, and she closed her mouth. “Wren, this Murda. You can thank him for fixing yo’ truck.”
“Oh my God, you fixed my truck!” Her eyes beamed at him. If she didn’t fix them shits and soon, I was gon’ smack them to the back of her head. “Thank you so much. It runs much smoother now.”
“If anything else goes wrong with it, just let Maniac know. It’s not too many of those mufuckas out here in good condition like that. Keep taking care of it.”
“I will.”
Murda shifted his attention across the room and said, “If y’all don’t excuse me, I gotta go take care of something,” and strolled off. Knowing him, he was about to go harass some woman somewhere. That nigga didn’t know the definition of being with one woman. Since I’ve known him, he’s only been in two serious relationships in his life, and they were only serious for the women because he was still messing around on them behind their backs.
Taking Wren by the hand, I led her through the sea of people, mingling with them along the way. The first person from my family that I laid eyes on was Luxe. She was sitting at a table alone with a wine glass up to her lips.
Stopping at the table, I leaned down and kissed her on top of the head. “Wassup, baby sis?”
“Baby?” Her head cocked back and she frowned. She hated whenever we called her that. The only person that can get away with it is Wicked, and that’s because she was the baby sister compared to him.
