“You can try and watch how you end up on my table.”
“Yeah, a’ight. When you coming home?”
“When she loses her attitude. She don’t even want to sit next to me. All at another table like I’m a fucking stranger.”
Meco cackled. “Damn, she ain’t fucking with you. Devyn told me how you spazzed out on her at the hospital. You ain’t shit.”
“I know but I’m trying to get my shit together. It’s hard,” he admitted.
“You can’t be her enemy, nigga. Let her in.”
Lo sighed, knowing that wasn’t as easy as he made it seem.
“Look, I called to let you know that I heard the basement flooded at that one house. The owners know all about it. They probably gon’ tear the shit up.”
Lo read between the lines. Dough’s murder had been revealed, which he didn’t give a fuck about. Lo was always war ready. He was prepared for combat and couldn’t wait for The Legacy Mafia to send more soldiers so he could body them all.
“Who gives a fuck?”
“Just putting you up on game. Make sure Bria is straight. You know she would be the first person they thought about.”
“They know better.”
“Oh, Kaylona is planning a trip for all of us. You and Bria should come.”
“Didn’t you just hear me say Bria’s not fucking with me? She won’t even sit at the same table with me, so I know she won’t go on a trip…” Lo thought for a moment. “Aye, have Kaylona invite her and act like it’s a girl’s trip.”
He figured this trip could be his plan B if things didn’t work out while he was with Bria in New York.
“I’ll let her know. Let me know when you touch down.”
“Yep.”
Lo hung up and fixed his gaze on Bria. She chewed on her salad while swiping on her phone.
“Aye, girl!” he yelled.
Bria looked mortified as she looked around at all the people staring at Lo.
“Stop it,” she ordered through clench teeth.
“Aye, girl in the black! Come here!” His voice rose another level.
“Lo,” she whispered harshly. “Stop being embarrassing.”
“Then come over here before I start acting real crazy.”
Begrudgingly, she grabbed her meal and shuffled over to the table where Lo was. Her face was wretched in annoyance as she plopped down in the chair.
“I really want you to go. You don’t know how to act.”
Lo leaned forward, appreciating all the features of her face. Her parents did their big one when they collaborated and produced Bria.
“I can’t wait to see your face on our future baby. Do you think we gon’ have a girl or a boy first?”
Bria scoffed. “With the way you act, I doubt if I even get pregnant. I don’t think you’re fit to be a father.”
“Ouch.” He feigned pain. “You don’t think I’ll be a good dad?”
