Page 85 of Father of the Bride
“Who said I wanna fight?”
“I see that look, nigga. I know you.”
“Then you should know you’re pissing me off right now.”
“I’m your little brother. That’s my job.”
“Not tonight it ain’t. I got shit coming at me from all sides. I ain’t in the fuckin’ mood.”
“Aight.” Micah sat back and stared out the window. “I’ll mind my business.”
“Please.”
“I’ll let you crash out.”
“Whatever.”
The whole ride back to the villa, all he could think about was her, which made him angrier and angrier. He hadn’t been this mad at her since right before he left for law school.
As they approached the villa, Amari perked up at something outside his window.
“Aye, look. They’re on the beach dancing.”
The younger guys all moved to the right side of the bus to gawk at the bridesmaids.
On the beach, just outside the villa, the women danced barefoot in the moonlight, their dresses clinging to their curves, laughter catching the wind. The music from a Bluetooth speaker drifted toward the road like a cloud.
“Oh, shit,” Drew said, doing the Birdman handrub. “I know where I’ll be.”
Mark squared his shoulders, telling himself to keep cool. Because he knew where he’d be, too, and it just might get ugly.
Chapter 29
Theyoungermenspilledoff the bus first, energized and ready to keep the night going. Mark was the last to disembark, his eyes immediately scanning until he saw her.
Sunny.
Looking so happy and carefree dancing around in the sand with Tigra, buzzed and glowing under the moonlight, her hair bouncing, her laughter ringing out like a siren song. She was barefoot, and the hem of her dress was wet with seawater.
Mark stalked toward her.
“Hey!” She blinked when she saw him, surprised when he grabbed her hand and tugged her away from the group. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to ask you something.” His voice was low and tight, his eyes searching hers.
“Okay,” she said cautiously, already sensing trouble.
“When’s the last time you fucked your ex-husband.”
She froze, swallowing hard. “What?”
“You heard me.” His tone sharpened. “When was it?”
Sunny stammered, her eyes going wide. “Where’s this coming from?”
“Answer the question.” His hand flexed around hers, firm, but not tight. “I ain’t playin’ no games, Ci. Gimme the fuckin’ truth.”
She looked away, ashamed. “Right before I got here.”
