I caughther before she fell to the floor, then scooped her up into my arms.
“Aye, what the fuck is going on? Put my wife down, nigga,” the punk-ass groom warned.
I sized his ass up then scoffed. “You might want to stick to reading scripts, my nigga. Keep playing them gangsta roles. A nigga like me is actually about that life, and I don’t need nobody’s direction to end a nigga. Back the fuck up away from me before they be doing a special on you celebrating ya life.”
His eyes squinted, but he backed away from me while Killa and Meeko held his security at gunpoint to keep them at bay.
“Sir, you need to leave right now!” some broad with crooked-ass teeth yelled at me.
“Respectfully, you need to move the fuck out of my way, too, before I call Doctor Johnson on yo’ ass to fix that yuck mouth,” I told her.
“Them bitchesisspelling out the word Mississippi,” Meeko jested. A few of the crowd members laughed as I watched Jordin’s mother and father approaching.
“Torrie! Shut this shit down!” the nigga yelled to whoever I assumed was the coordinator. I saw his security team moving to get everybody out of the venue while the coordinator made an announcement and gave apologies.
“Zion,” Ms. Jasmine said once she made it to me.
“Mama Jas, Papa Los. It’s good to see y’all.” I planted a kiss on her cheek, then nodded to Mr. Carlos.
Mama Jas smiled. “It’s good to see you, too, baby. But I want you to think about what you’re doing. This isn’t the way to do this—not here, and not at this time.”
“Respectfully, Mama Jas, I’ve been thinking for fifteen years. She ain’t getting married to that man. If she’s marrying anybody, it’s gon’ be me. And not to be rude or disrespectful, but I’m on a time schedule, so we have to get going.”
She tossed her hands up and stepped back.
“This is crazy, but all I have to say is take care of her,” Papa Los said.
“That’s how it is now, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace?” the nigga asked.
“It’s out of our hands,” Papa Los told him.
He scoffed. “So y’all are just going to stand there and let this man take my fucking girl and not do shit?” he asked his security, trying to get help from anybody he could.
“That’s exactly what the fuck they’re going to do. Maybe next time, hire some niggas who ain’t pussy. If y’all will excuse me, I got business to tend to.” I motioned for Meeko and Killa to follow me as I carried Jordin out of the venue. As soon asthe doors opened, cameras flashed in my face. Killa and Meeko jumped right into action, just like they always did, smacking every camera out of their hands.
“Nigga, our celebrity moves in silence. Get the fuck out of the way before I rock your shit,” Killa threatened. I could hear the irritation in his tone and knew it was time to move before blood was shed. I hurriedly moved to my awaiting truck out front and eased into the back, being careful not to disturb Jordin. I was almost sure she’d come to, by the time we were up in the air.
I hated that I put her in that position, but she brought that shit upon herself. After making love to her all night, she thought she was about to marry the next nigga the following day, leaving me with a wet dick and a broken heart. Nah, I couldn’t allow her to play me like I was an option and not a first choice.
Some people may say I was crazy, doing too much, or abducting her, but I didn’t give not one fuck.
I didn’t do well with heartbreaks.
I didn’t eat for a month after I chose to stop Jordin from coming to see me—few and far between, when those gates first closed behind me. Depression fucked me up, but I braved through because the sunshine awaiting me beyond the storm gave me the motivation I needed to do my time until we reunited.
I looked down into her pretty, made-up face as Meeko pulled away from the curb. She was the most beautiful bride I’d ever seen in my life. To know she did all of this for another man pissed me off more than I cared to admit.
“I hope yo’ ass prepared to be cussed out for this shit.” Killa chuckled lightly.
“I can take it. What I want to know is, how y’all just let this shit go on? I mean, I don’t expect y’all to watch over her like a warden, but y’all knew she planned this shit, and y’all didn’t do shit to stop it.”
“Aye, we did try. Shorty was keeping this shit tucked tight after we warned her more than once to chill on that nigga,” Meeko replied.
I shook my head, trying to decide if snatching her off the altar and taking her away was a smart idea. I probably should have waited for her to come to me before I decided to take her on a jet to St. Croix. But since time was against me, I had to work quickly and get her out of that situation. I felt her body move before her eyes opened, and she blinked. When her eyes came to me with a slight frown on her face, I could tell she was a bit dazed and confused. I’d hoped she would stay out of it until we boarded the jet, but I knew I had to convince her sooner rather than later.
“Zion?” she questioned.
“Yeah, baby, it’s me.”