He shook his head like I was doing too much, but I could tell he liked seeing me this excited.
I laid my hand against the counter and looked around one more time. “I just want it to feel like home. “I don’t care about the biggest house. I don’t care about impressing anybody. I don’t want some place that feels expensiveandempty. I lived that already. I want warmth. I want comfort. I want us.”
He nodded once. “Then that’s what we get.”
TARIQ “REEK” HORTON
Sincere and Rhythm’s wedding was dope as hell. The whole day had Rhythm’s artistic touch all over it. Nothing felt basic or thrown together.
By cocktail hour, all the men had drifted toward the bar. Tall heaters stood around the patio. The bar was lit up. Servers floated through with trays of little overpriced appetizers. Cigars were out too.
I was hot as hell in my suit. The jacket looked good, the fit was perfect, and Ava had definitely tried to make us late by sucking my dick way too long once I put it on, but standing outside in all that body heat and smoke made me want to strip down to a T-shirt and let Rhythm be upset.
Wise glanced over at Rain across the patio and said, “Look at Rain’s big head ass looking like she too good to be standing in the heat.”
That made me laugh into my drink.
Rain had gotten an invite to the wedding because Wise’s best friend, Bishop, and Sincere had started doing business together, and somehow that had turned into him showing up at family-adjacent events with his wife and sister-in-law.
Saint snorted. “Rain ain’t even say nothing to you.”
Wise took his cigar from his mouth. “She don’t have to. I don’t understand why she here. Everywhere I go, she pops up.”
Vega laughed under his breath. “You just hate her because she be getting under your skin.”
“That’s called discernment,” Wise said.
“That’s called chemistry,” Lowe corrected.
That was when Wise looked over at Prodigy and said, “Why you standing over here pouting? You feel like you got left at the altar?”
Prodigy did not even look at him. “Shut the fuck up. I’m not pouting.”
“You are,” Vega agreed. “You been mean mugging all day.”
Lowe laughed. “That’s because his girl still ain’t picked up.”
Big A lifted a brow. “You can’t get in touch with her?”
Prodigy finally looked irritated. “Nah.”
Saint asked, “How long it’s been?”
“A couple weeks.”
My eyes bulged. “Damn, a couple weeks?”
Prodigy’s jaw tightened. “Yeah.”
All of the Street Kings were single, but Prodigy had a dip that had been consistent for over a year.
“That woman blocked him and left town,” Wise taunted him.
Saint shook his head sympathetically. “Damn.”
Icon asked, “What’d you do?”
Prodigy took his drink from the bartender and said, “Nothing.”
