Legend died laughing.
“You think I’m finna let another nigga experience that?” I questioned seriously. “You out ya mind. I’d chop a nigga’s feet off before I let that happen.”
Legend held his stomach he was laughing so hard.
Still, I was heated by the potential of another man feeling the effects of a good Sienna foot rub. I glared at the side of Sienna’s face. Juan had started her tattoo while she and Ginger laughed about something. I tried reading her lips to see what she was over there whispering. “I’d chop her hands off, too. She wouldn’t have the chance to do that shit no mo’.”
Legend hollered. “Bruh, chill out. You might as well gon’ and get the ring. My cuzzo is too raw on the court to end it all over some made up shit in his head. I know I’m delusional, but you ‘bout to make me look like I got a lil’ sense.”
Relaxing the mug on my face, Legend was right. I was making up shit in my head. That was dangerous of me. Chuckling, I shook my head.
“See what I’m sayin’,” I stated. “Girl gon’ have me booked in county.”
A commotion outside drew our attention. Legend and I stood, both of us producing our guns.
Juan glanced up and chucked his head at the door. “Y’all got it,” he said. He wasn’t worried about shit.
Going to the door, I glanced outside to see what the hell was going on. Courtland and her brothers were on the other side arguing with security. Face frowned up, I stepped out the door.
“Aye!” I barked loud enough to gain everyone’s attention. “You niggas…line it up!” Pointing at Courtland, I said, “Take yo’ ass inside that shop, my cousin-in-law gon’ cave yo’ fuckin’ teeth in.”
Legend verified that with a simple, “Yep.”
Putting my gun up, I waited for Courtland’s brothers to line it up like I told them. Sienna would be mad at me for not walking away. However, if these niggas thought they were going to pull up on me and my people, and walk away unscathed, they had another thing coming.
One of Sienna’s security guards stepped in front of me. His big ass had me looking up at him like I wasn’t bigger than a muthafucka. I looked at him like he was crazy.
“I can’t let you do this, bruh,” he said. “Cooley’s orders.”
My face frowned up even harder.
“Big N,” he introduced himself and chuckled. “It’s the holidays and the worst possible time for you to fuck up anything with Sienna. Trust me, we gon’ handle this shit. I need for you to go back in there and pretend like everything out here is straight.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Plus, those niggas ‘bout to shit bricks.”
Glancing at Courtland’s brothers, they did look scared as fuck.
“Like I was saying…” Big N stated, grabbing my attention. “Go back inside. Pretend like nothing happened.”
Grumbling, I grilled him, then grilled Courtland and her brothers one last time before walking back into the building.
“Everything okay?” Sienna questioned.
“Yeah, Baby,” I replied. “Some fuckin’ reindeer got caught in a manhole.”
Sienna and Ginger glanced at each other, then at me.
“Uh… Okay,” Sienna stated.
Legend looked at me, squelched his laughter, and shook his head. “You a fool,” he mumbled.
Meanwhile, I was hot as hell. All I wanted to do was go back outside and put a hot one int the Three Stooges. They’d better thank Sienna and her people for sparing them this Christmas.
@RevPew850 It's time for @LovelyCourtLand to hang it up! I'on gaf if I am the side nigga. Don't be poppin' up on my shawty!
@ther3al3st0n3 Give @LovelyCourtLand a Grinch suit ASAP! Ol' Grinch ass goofy!
Although I spared Courtland and her brothers, the internet didn’t. They dragged Courtland for the fool she was. Labeling her as the female Grinch tickled my soul. I couldn’t help but be a little petty. The picture of Sienna’s tattoo of my name on her lower abdomen, just inches away from her belly button and the massive tattoo of Sienna’s name riding my lower abdomen, caused the stir I wanted the pictures to cause. There was no denying that we belonged to each other.
Tonight, as we prepared to enter our first gala together, I felt like the luckiest man on the planet. I wore a goofy grin and couldn’t help but feeling a way with having Sienna on my arm. She was the epitome of sexy. Of course, she wore red. It was a red gown, covered in sparkly crystals that made her a walking showstopper. Her shoulders were bare and her hair styled in an elegant French roll. I matched my lady. We dripped red and looked like the flyest couple in the world doing so.
