"Hell no, I'm not doing that shit Vee. What I'm doing is enough." I say, grabbing duffel bags and placing them inside my car. Is she out her damn mind?
Bitch, is you drunk?
Sell weed? What in the hell. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to help her ass with this shit. Why the fuck this shit had to happen to me right now?
"I'm just saying.. if you need extra money, me and Santi don't mind—"
"Nah, I'm coo' off allat, don't ask me bout that shit ever again. Real shit Vee, I'm not playn." I say, and for a second she's quiet.
Shocking.
"Okay, I get it.. Tell Mrs.Diablo I say hello."
"Funny you think she'd be a devil, she's damn near heaven sent." Literally. Angel just the most perfect little Hispanic man I've ever met.
"She seems like it, where did you two meet?"
"Work." Imma keep it short, ion even like talking to people like that unless it's Angel. Or that little orphan when he helps around the restaurant.
I've been thinking about what Angel said, and I don't see why we can't adopt Ciro. He's a cool kid and whatever, but I'm not really parent material.
Can't really make that excuse, when I didn't even think I'd be hubby material, now look at me—engaged. Maybe I would make a good dad, maybe not.
Ion fucking know, but I damn near know I didn't have a dad, so guess I would know what not to do. Not be absent, duh. The fuck?
"You're engaged to someone who worked for you?"
"Veronica, chill." Shit, is she the feds? Not even Angel asked all these damn questions when we first met.
"I don't play about mines, and no disrespect—but she not even involved in this typa life for real."
A half ass lie. Only way I met Angel was because he got invoked in my life, not the other way around.
"Does she know you're—"
"Damn, chill out." Clearly Santi isn't giving her enough dick if she's talking like this. But see Angel, he's getting dicked down at least, every night when we get married inna states.
"My bad, you really love her, huh?"
With a sigh, I look at Veronica. More and more questions—damn.
"I'd kill for her, I'd die for her, I'd go to hell for her." I'd kill for him, I'd die for him, I'd go to hell for him.
"Sounds like you're in love." I tune out Veronica, and check my phone.
Holon Vee, my future husband just texted me. Veronica keeps talking as I text, and apparently Ciro orphan ass got into a fight at school.
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