Lo cut his eyes at him. Every meeting, he had something slick to say to either him or his brothers.
“Fuck you mean too much credit?” Meco argued. “If he didn’t marry his daughter, then his ass wouldn’t be here.”
“I’m very much appreciative of the sacrifice,” Douglas added.
“Rowan, you gotta stop being a bitch. Don't you get tired of wearing those high heels and skirts, nigga?”
Leo chuckled. “Bruh, they done called you a young lady and now you wearing heels and skirts. I know you not about to let that shit slide,” he instigated.
Rowan reclined in his seat, shooting bullets with his eyes. “Douglas, what kind of man are you to hand your daughter over to this lunatic-ass nigga? You must don't care about her at all.”
Lo smirked. “She’s in good hands, literally. I heard you was looking at her once upon a time. You wanted her, Rowan?”
He waved his hand dismissively and spat, “If I did, she wouldn’t be on your arm, my nigga.”
Lo had done his research, and he learned that his wife was quite popular in The Mob circuit. There were several men after Bria, which included Rowan. Now that Lo knew he was more than likely salty about him having her, Lo wanted to throw it in his face.
“Try to take her from me,” Lo challenged.
“Don't do it,” Aziel chimed in. “That’s a setup.”
“Uh, let’s not,” Douglas interrupted. “My daughter isn’t a pawn, and she’s with the person she’s supposed to be with.”
Lo smirked, rubbing his hand down his fade. “Good save, Douglas.”
“Gentlemen, let’s get down to business.” Joe redirected the conversation. “The Legacy Mafia is feeling some type of way about Douglas’ integration into The Noir Mob. I expect some chaos or maybe not. I just want you all to know that if you have any dealings with TLM, that it won’t be tolerated. Cease any communication for the time being until we come to some resolution.
“Damn, Douglas, you bringing beef over here now.” Devyn smirked. “You know we run a peaceful ship in The Mob.”
Leo snickered. “Cap.”
“Big cap,” Meco added. “But make sure that shit don't come my brother’s way.”
Douglas nodded. “I don't see any beef. There’s just talk, that’s it. I’m confident in the decision to bring my family to Noir Mob.”
“What about your two sons-in-law?” Lo inquired. “They still with TLM, right?”
Douglas nodded. “They are.”
“Don't you think that’s a conflict of interest?” Devyn asked.
“Not necessarily. We have an understanding and a mutual respect. I’ve drawn a line in the sand, and they know I’m on the side of Noir Mob.”
Lo wasn’t sold on that but decided not to question it further. The meeting continued until it was adjourned. While walking out, Lo heard his name being called. Douglas approached him as they walked outside.
“Hey, is it alright if I talk to you about something?”
Stepping to the side, Lo gave him his complete attention.
“I wanted to talk to you about Bria. She came over earlier in distress. She informed us very vaguely about you and how you're not being receptive to her. Bria is very sensitive, and she needs a lot of love.”
Lo snorted, not liking how it appeared as if Douglas was checking him.
“Aye, when you walked her down the aisle, you gave her to me, right?”
“Yes, but I’m also her father and when she’s stressed, I become very concerned.”
“You don't need to be. She ain't your responsibility no more. She’s mine.”
