“The people gotta hear you baby. What you said?” I asked, and then I brought the mic her way.
“Yesssss… I’ll marry you,” she was able to get it out, and when she did, it was perfect timing for everyone to start screaming, and the DJ dropped the beat, and he started playing…..
“We be all night…… loveeee,” that Beyonce came on, which I had already hollered at the DJ earlier, telling him to spin that shit after she said yes because I knew that it was one of Dionne’s favorite songs.
I slipped the ring onto her finger, and instead of getting up, I stayed down on one knee, where I wrapped my arms around her waist, and I watched her with a gleam in her eye, as she examined the ring. She looked at it, and in the high heels that she was wearing, she flashed it to the crowd, and she jumped up and down in excitement, happy about this moment.
Everybody was screaming, happy for us. I eventually stood up, and when I did, I didn’t give a damn who was looking because I put both hands on her ass, while hers wrapped around my neck, and we engaged in a nasty tongue kiss. We usually kiss like this when it was just us two in the room, but neither one of us gave a damn right now.
“I love you, baby. I can’t wait to be your wife,” she let me know.
“I love you more,” and right after that, that’s when the real party started.
We received so much love. About an hour later, that’s when the older folks started leaving. Dionne’s parents left, my mamadipped out too, and some of my auntie’s and uncles were gone as well. It was good that they had gone because the party was no longer a formal one. Niggas was standing on couches with bottles in their hands, smoking blunts too. The women were throwing ass, and all.
We didn’t start pouring out of the hall until a little after two in the morning. Dionne was back in her trench coat, and I was walking out of the hall, carrying her bridal style in my arms because she was hollering about her feet hurting. She had been strutting in those high, skinny heels all night, so I expected her feet to hurt.
“Where the after party at? Where we going?” Rico wanted to know, his ass always wanting to be on the scene.
“The after party is home nigga. Take your ass home. You got some important shit coming up in the next few days. Worry about that!” I turned my head to snap on him.
In the last few weeks, Rico had been doing press conferences and shit, trying to clear his name, and fighting for his spot back in football. This week, he was going to have his day in court. He didn’t need to be doing anything to risk his name.
“Here this nigga go,” Rico responded.
“Ay, who that car is coming in from the back?” June announced, sobering up fast, catching on to something before any of us could.
Before we even had the time to react to it, the car came zooming in from the back, all the windows rolled down, and shots started flying our way.
I had Dionne in my arms, so I quickly put her down, so that I could get my gun out.
“Go back inside!” I barked at her. She gave me a look like she wanted to challenge me and didn’t want to leave me.
“Go the fuck back inside!” I yelled at her, and she moved, but when she moved, she ended up tripping, and she fell right on her stomach.
“Grab her and take her inside!” I yelled at Rico, not wanting his ass out here for this shit either.
He picked Dionne off the floor, grabbing her, and me, and every nigga that was out here, we had our shit in our hands, and we were firing shots back at the car that had pulled up, not knowing who was inside, but was trying to kill every last nigga in that car.
I was ducked down, and June was right on the other side, gun in his hand, ducked down as well, firing at them.
“Who the fuck are these niggas?” he yelled at me over the gun fire.
“I don’t fuckin know!” I barked back at him.
Shots went on for well over five minutes.
“They not busting back. All them niggas gotta be dead,” that was Wolf one of my homies that worked at my smoke shop.
Each of us took our time in standing up, and we kept our guns in our hands, being cautious, carefully walking over to the car, and when we made it, it was so many bullet holes that framed the entire body of the car.
I looked around, not knowing any of these niggas that were in the back, or the passenger seat. When I made it to the driver’s side, I saw the driver with multiple bullet holes to his head, slumped over in the chair, I knew who it was. This was that Jax nigga. Toby’s cousin. He was probably gunning for Rico because even though the case was closed, and Rico hadn’t been charged with Toby’s murder, he probably still knew that it was Rico that had done it.
“Fuck is this nigga?” June asked me in a harsh whisper, standing next to me.
“Some nigga that Rico is at odds with,” I responded.
“Go in there, tell Rico to get the fuck out of here, and go home. He don’t need to be anywhere around this shit. Take Dionne to the hospital. She fell on her stomach, man. Just go and make sure that everything is okay with the baby,” June said, hitting me on my chest, telling me to go.
