Timidly, she raised her hand before the woman approached her. Her jewelry dazzled against her sienna skin. The blond unit on her head was melted so good that it looked as if it had grown from her scalp. She was older but her skin wasstill flawless and free of wrinkles. Her spirit was inviting as she held her hand out.
“I’m Lo’s mother, Ada.”
Quickly, Bria stood and wrapped her in her embrace. She had wondered about Lo’s family but didn’t have much information to work with. It soothed her knowing that she now had an extended family other than hers.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Bria said, pulling back.
Ada smiled, cupping her cheek. “You’re just too gorgeous. I’m so happy Lo has found someone, and I’m so happy to be here. If you need anything, please call or even come to me, okay?”
Nodding, Bria replied before grabbing her phone. “Okay. Put your number in my phone.”
Ada did as she requested then passed the phone back to her.
“It’s nice to meet all of you,” Ada mentioned, exchanging hugs with Cecilia, her sisters, and aunties. “I’ll see you out there.”
Ada walked out the suite just as Bria’s phone rang. Looking at the name, her body tensed, mulling over if she should answer. Falling victim to the urge, she walked to the bathroom and took the call.
“Hello?”
“Damn, you couldn’t tell me you were getting married today, baby?”
Releasing all of her stress through a heavy breath, Bria attempted to come up with an explanation that wouldn’t make her look like a bitch.
“…I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“It’s cool, baby. I know your pops been on some bullshit lately. Trying to leave The Mafia and shit like he’s better than us.”
Gulping, she decided not to join him on that topic. It was far beyond her reach.
“You know I don't give a fuck about that marriage, Bria. You gon’ always belong to a nigga.”
“Dough, I don't need any problems from you.”
“It won’t be no problems. Just as long as you know what it is. You ain't cutting me off for no marriage.”
“I don't want to start off wrong, though.”
He chuckled. “Bria, youbeendoing wrong, especially when you gave me that virgin pussy. Ain't no need in trying to be morally correct. You mine, and I ain't coming up off you.”
Bria’s heart felt as though it had sunk to her stomach. Dough was her lover. A man she had been engaging in a secret love affair with for over two years. Being one of the lieutenants in The Legacy Mafia gave Dough power and status that Bria wanted a piece of. Their connection started off innocently and took a turn down passion street where she gave him her most sacred possession. Her promise to Douglas had been broken, and Bria felt guilty for it until Dough filled her with dick that had her hooked.
“But, Dough,” she slightly whined. “I’m about to be married. I can’t be out here sneaking off with you and being someone’s wife.”
There was a pause before he released an exhale. “None of that shit matters to me, baby. You know how I feel about you. Shit, I should be the nigga marrying you.”
That prompted her to smack her lips. “Don't start blowing smoke up my ass. As friendly as you are with women, you know you weren’t ready to marry me.”
“I would have,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Your pops never gave me the fucking option. He just ran to The Mob like shit is sweeter over there. Doug a pussy for that.”
“Hey, don’t talk about my dad,” she warned.
“Who gon’ check me? You?”
She smirked. “You know I got hands.”
“And you got a mouth and sweet pussy to match. Look, I ain't trying to keep you from that show you about to act in. Just hit my line when you're free, baby.”
“Okay.”
