“Here you go. We ain’t have no wedding, so you still did yo big one. I’m just saying, you ain’t the first one to be married, muthafucka.”
We all give our congrats to Set, who grins like he does every time he thinks of Brina. It’s not that surprising though, that they just went to the courthouse. He told me as much when I mentioned everyone should have the same name before Cody and Cam got here.
“We ain’t see it, so it don’t count, nigga. And I should fuck you up for keeping it a secret so long. Nigga it’s June.”
“You always wanna know everything. Yo head too big to be tryna store more shit in it,” Ty cackles. He daps up Turk, who smirks.
“How does it feel though? Being married?” he asks Nut.
He smiles wide as fuck, platinum grill showing. “This shit so fucking lit, Dub. Being official like a whistle, I mean.” He glances at his black wedding band before smirking at Turk. “Yo ass next huh?”
“I gotta marry Pay in a First Nations thing but it’s more ceremonial, so I’m devoting myself to both my women closer to the end of the year. Y’all should get the invite soon.”
“Big Turk having two wives. Somehow I’m not surprised,” Ty shakes his head.
“Nah, Big Haze got a wife and a husband,” Reem mumbles, making us all laugh.
“I seen you dancing with Macy, Shad. Wassup with that?” Turk asks.
I wave him off. “She danced with Reem and you ain’t ask him nothing.”
“Reem ain’t thinking about Mace. He too busy tryna kill YT.” Ty cackles, making Reem shove him and grumble under his breath.
“You know she shot her baby daddy,” Nut eyes me.
“YT?”
“Nah, Macy,” Set says. “Shot that nigga in the leg at the hospital like it was nothing. And you be pushing up on her.”
“I ain’t–”
“Not what I heard… now that I’m thinking about it, Van mentioned something about perineal massages?” Ty wiggles his eyebrows at me.
I turn to my bro and smirk. “Did she mention the date she went on last week?”
Ty’s ears turn red, a telltale sign that he’s pissed. My boy’s a hothead like Nut, but Nut be giving niggas time to back down. Ty will rush you, no hesitation.
And shit, the emptiness I feel, knowing I probably broke shorty’s heart… I deserve to get my ass beat.
But as soon as Reem reaches out to grab Ty, the doors to the suite open, and YC and YP walk in.
The tension rises exponentially as they both stare Nut down. We’re all armed, no doubt, but we’re all also technically family now. And who wants to end a wedding with a murder?
YC’s shirt strains when he pockets his hands. “I was going to kill you at Mo’s memorial. Snap your neck right there on the lawn… I’m glad I didn’t.”
Uhhhh.
YP chuckles and cuts his eyes at YC before looking around the room. “We really ain’t know much about Kenton, other than Tiny ran off here and made a whole other family. And then ourlil cousin came here, too, and then our godsister. We taught to only trust our own, but from what we’ve seen, y’all niggas thurl.”
“Where you learn to drive like that? I seen you whippin’ when YT was blasting at this nigga,” Ty says, pointing his thumb at Reem.
YP grins, showing silver open faced fangs. “I been driving since I was eight. My first lil stint in juvie was off a GTA.”
“You need to leave my fucking sister alone, nigga,” YC growls, pointing at Reem.
“She the one tryna remove me, Foe.”
YP checks his phone before grinning. “That’s how she be flirting with niggas. Don’t drive yo car home, I think I seen her messing with it earlier. Congrats again, Peanut. Many blessings on y’all union.” YP bows and backs out the room, leaving his brother, who only has eyes for me.
