Page 42 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
Wren tossed her hands up into the air and stormed over to my car. She got in and I shut the door behind her. Aria came over and I shoved her back by the forehead.
“Maniac,” Wren said through the window. My teeth clenched. Aria smirked as she brushed past me and climbed into the back seat behind Wren.
Rounding the car, I got in and pulled off. “Where am I supposed to be going?”
“Millionaire Suites downtown.”
My eyes roamed Wren’s frame. The front of her skirt rested in between her legs. Her hips were on display. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, turning white. She was gon’ have me knocking every mufucka’s head off in that building.
When I turned into the parking lot, it wasn’t anywhere to park. I never thought there was so many people in the city that liked anime like that. I’ve never personally knew anyone that likes it, but I should’ve known better when I found out that she loves video games.
Stopping at the front, I got out the car for valet to grab it for me. I wasn’t about to ride around ’til I can find somewhere to park, and I damn sure wasn’t about to walk far. I don’t care how much valet is, if someone has it, I was gon’ pay for the shit.
Rounding to Wren’s side, I opened the door for her while Aria got out the back. As I’m standing there, I’m noticing so many people walking inside. I saw some guy dressed as Spiderman with a got damn mohawk. Spiderman ain’t have no fucking mohawk. Just imagine sitting down and creating a costume and have to cut out the mask to pull yo’ hair through it.
Another chick went inside dressed as a pink avatar and looked like she didn’t have on any clothes. Man, if Wren would’ve walked out that door dressed like that, her brains would’ve been all over the place. We would’ve been going to a funeral instead of a fucking convention.
I followed closely behind Wren and Aria as they entered the building. Booths and shit were everywhere. Ninety percent of everyone in here was in cosplay. I felt so out of place, but I wasn’t leaving this mufucka without Wren’s ass.
Wren and Aria stopped at a photo booth and took pictures. The huge smile on Wren’s face spoke volumes. This is something that brings her joy.
Once they were done, this guy with some spiked hair stopped them. “Can I take a picture with y’all?” he asked them and Wren was quick to respond.
“Yeah, sure!”
He handed his phone to his friend and stepped next to Wren. He lifted his hand next to her lower back and we locked eyes. As quickly as he lifted that bitch, he dropped it. His friend lifted the phone up in the air and just as he went to snap the picture, I pushed buddy out the way.
“What the hell?” he asked as he stumbled, trying to hold his footing.
Wren and Aria walked off. His friend went to hand his back his phone, and I snatched it and then dropped it to the floor. My foot stomped on that mufucka ’til the screen went back. Nigga wasn’t about to be beating his dick later to my woman. Fuck wrong with him?
I caught up to them, and they were at a booth with comic books. Aria was smiling all in the guy’s face who was sitting behind the table. I can tell she wasn’t nothing but a ho. Gon’ be a bad influence on my shawty.
“These look dope,” Wren said as she flipped through one of the comic books.
I watched her as she stacked a few of them in her hands and stepped in front of the guy. “How much for these?” she asked and reached for her card inside her phone case. I slapped her hand, and she frowned up at me.
“What I told you ’bout touching yo’ money when you with me? Stop fucking playing with me, Wren.”
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a wad of cash and handed the guy a hundred-dollar bill. I don’t know how much the shit cost, but that should be more than enough.
Wren slipped the comic books into a cloth bag, and she and Aria skipped away from the table, holding hands.
My phone vibrated. I removed it from my pocket and swiped the screen. “You busy?” Murda questioned soon as the line connected.
“Just out with Wren right now. Can you believe she got me at an anime convention?”
Murda chuckled. “Nigga, if you there, yo’ ass wanted to be there. Nobody on this earth can make you do shit you don’t wanna do.”
They walked past a group of guys and they all glued their eyes on them. I lifted my shirt where they can see my gun tucked securely in the front of my pants and turned to them. “Keep yaeyes to yo’ fucking selves,” I warned. One nigga started patting the air and stumbling around like he was blind or some.
“Yo’ ass in love,” Murda spoke, bringing me back to the conversation at hand.
“Might be a lil bit.”
“Ain’t no lil bit, nigga. I called to let you know that I’ve been doing some digging. Roc indeed does have a new cognac that he’s tryna release, but he placed a hold on that shit.”
“Why?”
