Black and Gold (Mafia Series #1)

C H A P T E R 4

To many, hosting a meeting is a little scary. The preparation, organization and topic is all on you. However, when you have to set a meeting with notorious members of the Underworld, it's terrifying. That is exactly what Mira was feeling.

"Me?" She asked.

She waited for him to say something like 'syke nah' but he just nodded. "You would be perfect. They not only respect you, but they listen to you."

"Are you sure? I mean I'm mostly known as just your wife."

He shook his head. "Nah you more than that. You may be my wife, but you made a name for yourself. I told you that your diplomatic skills are good as fuck."

She wanted to revel in the praise, but the nervousness was eating at her. "If you say so. Will you be there?"

"It would only be believable, if I'm not." He caressed her face. "I'll be nearby but I won't be in the house."

She nodded. "Right. It won't be convincing. Then can Torie be there?"

"Yeah of course. I wouldn't leave you alone with all those dangerous ass people."

"It kind of feels like you are." She chuckled.

He leaned in. "Lemme show you how much company I can give you."

She shook her head. "Food."

He sucked his teeth. "If I go put it in, then can we?"

She thought about it before nodding, making him smile and fist bump. She laughed at his enthusiasm. "Why you so horny?"

"Bae you lookin' fine as fuck right now." He raised an eyebrow. "Also you know how I feel about you."

"How do you feel?" She asked. "About me?"

He kissed her on her forehead. "You the smartest person I know." He then kissed her nose. "You bad as fuck." He then kissed her lips. "And I respect you. Highly."

She nodded, expecting that. You were probably expecting an 'I love you' at the end but that's not Prince. Sure, in the presence of company, he'll let it fly but only to sell the illusion. To make it known that Mira was his wife, and it was a 'loving' marriage. Other than that, he had no reason to say it. There was a time where Mira wished with all her heart that he could but knew it was impossible. So, she reveled in it silently to herself in the fake times it did occur. She nodded, giving him a smile "And I to you."

He smiled back. "Let me go check on your food."

As he left the room, it gave her time to think. For one, she had to hit up Torie and figure out this meeting. This process needed precision and perfect planning to ensure that the situation doesn't get worse, and no new problem arise. Second, she had to figure who exactly needed to attend. She very well was not about to have the whole New Jersey-New York area in her house, nor did she believe a small group would suffice. There were gangs that didn't get along, some who got along very well and others that stayed neutral. She sighed, feeling a little more anxious about this idea. "I hope you know what you doing Mr. Wilson."

"Aye Mira! Come here real quick!" She heard him yell.

She rushed over to the kitchen to see that he had arranged them perfectly. "Is this how you wanted it?"

She nodded, getting closer and seeing that "This one is good. Thanks homie."

He nodded and looked at his watch. "You should set the meeting for Wednesday by the way. Lucky for you, I gotta be at the office early so no sex. Goddamnit!"