51 Chapter 51: Kiss and Make Up (2/2)
”Ricky, I have a question.”
I drape my arm around her waist and pull her close to me,
”I might have an answer.”
She looks at my lips then up at me,
”When you said that you were gonna...you know. Did you mean it?”
I give her a reassuring squeeze,
”Between me and you, i've wanted to do that since we first met.”
She smiles,
”You know I couldn't stand you at first.”
”Oh? What changed?”
She runs her hands through my hair,
”I don't know. I think it was just because this my first time doing a mission like that.”
”So if it had been some other guy, you'd be married to him and not me?”
”No dumb dumb, I was so intrigued by you. I had never seen a man like you before and the longer I hung around you, the more I liked you. But there was one thing I never understood...”
”And that is?”
”Why you chose me.”
”Well I needed an assassin to help me with my plan and you're the best of the best. But the day I came to pick you up, I didn't know that you'd be everything that i've ever wanted.”
”Mhm, that's so sweet Ricardo.”
She cups my face,
”So, you know we get married next month.”
I kiss her hand,
”I'm aware.”
”And I was thinking...”
”Yes?”
”That maybe Yoyo could come.”
”You met him once Kaz and all of a sudden he's invited?”
”He's blood Ricky and I want him there.”
”But-”
”No buts, i've made up my mind and i've decided that I want him and all the rest of them to be there.”
'Damn, I know she won't budge on this.'
I suck my teeth,
”Alright, but I want you to formally meet them before you send invitations.”
”Oh Ricky, thank you!”
She sits on top of me and plants kisses all over my face,
”I'll go call him now.”
She grabs her phone and pulls out the card he gave her. She dials the number and steps out onto the balcony.
”I hope this was the right thing to do.”
I watch as she walks back and forth out there speaking with him...that son of a bitch. I would've killed him if it weren't for her. She knows that i'd do anything just to see her smile.
She sits down at the table and frantically plays in her curly hair. Whatever they're talking about must be making her anxious, it's easy to read her body language when she's like this.
I grab a cigarette from my pants pocket that lie on the floor and join her outside. She clicks her phone off and hides her face in her palms.
'It's been like five minutes, what the hell did I miss?'