Lo took a chance on dialing her number only for it to go to voicemail. When he texted her and realized the bubble was green, he chuckled.
Her ass blocked me…
“What’s so funny?” Meco asked.
Lo tuned him out. Nothing was humorous about this situation yet here he was, snickering and shaking his head. He had never had a woman like Bria. The females he dealt with knew they couldn’t get any of his time. The only thing he could give was his dick and maybe a few dollars. That was it. Bria wanted to talk. She wanted to connect and while that should’ve been expected, Lo couldn’t do it. Over the years, he had constructed a bubble around him. No one was permitted inside, not even Meco. He had been so used to being in his own world that he didn’t know how to open up and let Bria inside. Lo didn’t think he even wanted to.
Tapping on the tracker app, he checked her location. His brows furrowed when he realized Bria was at the FitzgeraldHotel. Granted, the hotel had a casino but through his research on her, he never learned of any gambling habits. Lo sat in deep thought. There was this intuition he possessed that he could never ignore. It came in handy with the opps and now it pressed him to investigate Bria’s location.
“Aye, I gotta make a run.”
Meco smacked his lips. “You serious? Right now?”
“Yeah.”
“Bro, come on,” he groaned. “This is the perfect time to handle this nigga.”
Lo cranked the engine. “I know, and we’ll handle it after I make this run.”
He drove in silence, praying that this time his intuition was off. He wouldn’t be able to stomach what he was thinking if it came to fruition. Especially from Bria.
“What we doing here?” Meco asked from the passenger seat.
Lo pulled into the parking lot on the hunt for Bria’s car. He drove around the lot until he spotted it on the side of the building. Coming to a stop, there was a small piece of Lo that hoped he had gotten her location wrong. He prayed that she wasn’t there and that it wouldn’t lead him to believe that she was up to no good. Nonetheless, his intuition was never wrong.
“That’s Bria’s whip right there.” He pointed.
“Okay,” Meco drawled. “What’s the problem?”
Before he answered him, Lo backed into a parking space that was under a small tree and shut the engine off.
“She’s on some bullshit,” he revealed.
Meco turned to him. His face displayed confusion. “Why? ‘Cause she’s here?”
“Yeah, nigga. Why would she be at a hotel?”
“It’s a casino, too.”
Lo shook his head. “Hell nah. She don't gamble. Her ass is on some bullshit, and I’m ‘bout to catch her.”
Meco chuckled, rubbing his hand down his face. “Y’all ain't even been married that long for this kinda shit. What you been doing to her?”
“Me?” Lo questioned incredulously. “Why not ask why her ass is being a cheating-ass bitch?”
“You don't even know if she’s cheating though. It’s speculation.”
A knowing expression covered Lo’s countenance. “You know when I got a feeling about something, it’s always true. Just like when I told you Desirae was a fucking snake.”
Meco nodded. “Yeah, you don't be wrong, but why you think she’s cheating on you? What are you not doing?”
Conversation ceased as Lo retreated to his thoughts. He hadn’t been on his shit when it came to Bria, that he could admit, but she had a duty to be a faithful wife. His actions weren’t the blame for her stepping out on him. Lo refused to take the accountability for that.
“I already know you been giving her ass hell,” Meco noted.
He hated having a twin that was so in tune with him. Lo could never get anything past Meco.
“Listen, you can’t treat her like you treat the hoes you run through. Your wife is different. You gotta open up and show her a softer side. Be nice to her, nigga. When is the last time y’all went out on a date?”
