I wasn’t insinuating that Brooklyn might have had sex with Sergio because I knew she didn’t. I know I could be tough, but we were super close, so she would have told me. My niece was still a virgin, but they might have kissed or something. It’s no way she just did all this carrying on like this towards a boy that she supposedly didn’t have any feelings for.
I felt sick to my stomach because I didn’t want my niece with that hood ass boy, but she was going to be eighteen soon, and even though it’s not what I wanted, I knew when it came down to it, she was going to do what she wanted. Sergio wanted my niece. It was obvious in the way he showed no fear by coming to our table, standing right in front of me, shaking my hand, looking me in my eyes, and offering to pay for her meal. Brooklyn wanted him too. She was acting goofy as hell right now, and Lord knows that when a woman acts goofy towards a man…. he damn near already has her. Shit!
Chapter 5
Zion ‘Steel’ Perkins
GAME FROM THE MARRIED MEN
“Hell nah, nigga. Get bigger size pants. We not doing that skinny pants, tight look at my wedding bruh. Go up about two more sizes. Dick ain’t got no space to fuckin breathe,” I talked shit to my god brother, Khari, as he came out of the fitting room, and he modeled in a black suit.
I was here with my groomsmen, my son, along with my father because today was the day that we were all doing our fittings for the wedding.
My comment to Khari had all the men in the room laughing. This moment was being filmed for our reality show. The entire crew was here, with cameras set up in all angles, recording the moment that was taking place.
“You tripping, nigga. This shit looks good. I was going for that tight, kind of flooded look,” Khari said, standing in front of the mirror, checking himself out.
I stood on the side of him, and I was watching him in the mirror. My god brother was a handsome man, loved to put that shit on, and most times, I was in agreeance with the outfit choices that he would come up with, but I wasn’t fuckin with this one. The flooded look that he was going for, I couldn’t get into it.
“Nah man. Go up a size. I don’t like that shit,” I said, flagging the associate over, so that she could come over, and change out the size pants that he was wearing.
My pops was here, standing not too far away from us, looking into a mirror of his own, as he modeled in his suit. He was co- signing what I was saying, telling Khari that his pants were too tight. With a shake of his head, Khari followed the sales associate to the back, so that she could get him a bigger size.
“How this shit feel for you, Steel? You ever thought that you would be doing this again for the second time around?” my nigga Enzo asked me, standing before me in a black suit that fit him perfectly.
That shit fit him in a way that I wanted Khari’s suit to fit him. If I had to change anything, I would just suggest for the pants to get altered at the bottom because they were a little long.
“It’s just a reminder to me that I don’t have the final say so in shit. God probably was sitting up there laughing at a nigga when I used to boast about dying a single man and never having another child. You was there, nigga. You saw the aftermath on how I handled Sapphire’s death. At one point, it felt like I was mad at the fuckin world. Shit, I was mad at God. He took away my wife. The mother of my child. My fuckin best friend. Just out of spite, I decided to never love again, so hell nah, I didn’t think that I would be doing this shit for the second time around,” I went on to say, and when I finished, Enzo nodded his head at that.
“I feel you man. I used to feel like you would never find another woman like Sapphire. That was sis right there. Sapphire used to talk more shit than a motha fucka, and she loved you to pieces man. You don’t find too many women like that. At least, that’s what I thought until Toni came around. I told you this before, but I really like her for you, man. She solid. I like the role that she play with Zayne. You could tell that she’s genuinewith her role in his life too. I’ll never forget when she was nine months pregnant with Zaylani, and she came to Zayne’s football game, and just the way she was on the sideline, screaming, and rooting for Zayne, you saw that love. You can’t fake that kind of shit. That love is pure. She changed you too. Got you into skin care and shit, trying out new foods that your ass never ate before, going to church, reading your bible, just all around becoming a better man. Sis good in my book,” he let me know, and he stuck his hand out so that I could slap it up with him, thanking him for his words.
Moments later, the alarm in the store chimed, indicating that the door had been opened. We were here after hours, so right now, the store was only opened to me, and my crew, and knowing that there was only one man missing, I knew who that man was. Happy as fuck to see my nigga whenever he came around, there was a smile on my face, as he rounded the corner, and when he made it to me, he stuck his hand out, giving me a pound. He came with his son because I wanted little man in the wedding too. His son was his shadow, standing right next to him, looking as if he’d just woken up from a nap, and was ready to air this bitch out if anyone said anything to him.
“My bad, bruh. I would have been here earlier, but his lil ass slowed me down. What’s up? You good?” it was Montana.
Crazy because I never knew this nigga personally. I’ve always just known of him. Montana used to be the biggest dope dealer in Maimi. Gruesome ass nigga. I don’t fact check shit like this when I get around him, but it was rumored that back then, he used to be the kind of savage that would kill a nigga if he owed him two dollars. When people speak of Maimi, and some of the legends that come out of Miami, his name was always brought up because for years at a time, he had the city on lock. That shit was a generational thing because before he was born, his father was a big dope dealer too.
I didn’t meet Montana on a personal level until sometime last year. We were introduced to each other by our ladies. Toni had gotten super close with Alecia. I’m talking, having spa days, Alecia would go out at night with Toni and her girls, and other things like that. Along the way, Toni and Alecia set up a double date kind of night amongst the four of us, and from the moment I met him, he really had become like a brother to me. So much so, that I asked this nigga to be in my wedding, and Alecia was one of Toni’s bridesmaids as well.
At my big age, I really didn’t go around making friends. After all that shit that I went through last year with Kenyon, an old friend of mine, I had become guarded, not really wanting to meet new people, but I was glad that I was able to let my guard down a little bit and accept this friendship with Montana.
“Nah man, you good. You really ain’t miss much of anything. They just started trying on suits and shit. What’s up lil man? How you doing?” I asked, sticking my hand out for his son, Marcellus, to dap me up.
You could see it in his eyes that he was still sleepy, and I thought that he was going to leave me hanging, but he reached his little hand out, and the way he slapped it up with me, keeping a firm lock on my hand, you could tell that his pops had taught him that shit.
“Who taught you how to shake it up with somebody like that?” I asked him.
He was the spitting image of his pops. He just didn’t have his dad’s skin tone. He was chocolate like his mama, but his eyes were hazel like Montana. Long hair like my son, and it was pulled back into a long ponytail. Handsome little boy. He had an arm wrapped around his father’s leg, as if he had no plans of letting him go. While I was waiting for him to answer me, Montana had his head down, looking at his boy with a smile on his face, as if he was proud of his creation.
“My daddy,” he said it confidently.
You could tell that his answer made Montana proud because he leaned his head down, and he kissed his son a couple of times on the forehead.
From there, one of the associates came over, so that she could get started on Montana, and Marcellus. Khari had come out by this point, and he was in a suit that fit him ten times better than the suit that he’d originally had on. I let him know how much this look was a better fit for him, and then I went over to my pops, so that I could check him out.
He stood there looking like an older version of me, as I came over, standing right in front of him, fixing his tie, feeling like the roles were reversed for a little bit because times in the past, he would usually be the one that was in front of me, fixing up my ties.
“Proud of you son. I know you know it already, but I’ll continue to say it until I’m blue in the face. I’m proud of you,” he let me know.
