Chapter 8

Hanska and Hawiovi decided the St. Cecilia Restaurant would be the perfect place to take Zendaya for dinner. Neither one had been there before. They have heard only wonderful things about it from some of their clients. She still has the same effect on them as she had the night at the club. The twins are still mesmerized by her. She’s wearing a lilac and white midi v-neck halter dress. They notice they're not the only ones she has that effect on. Men were turning their heads to watch her. They even saw some women hitting their men's hands. One thing they like about Zendaya is that when she's with them, she gives them her full attention and isn't looking around the room to see if other men are watching her. Zendaya wants a cocktail while looking at the menu. She orders a Move Like Jagger (three rums, Madeira, basil, pineapple, and lime 16). The twins order two bottles of Ayinger's Altbairish Dark Lager. She orders the Pesca Spada Griglia (wood-grilled swordfish, broccolini, Castelvetrano Oliva do). Hawiovi orders Tagliata Di Manzo (12 oz ribeye, capers, shallots, extra virgin olive oil). And Hanska orders Haibut (clam, tomato, lemon, and oregano. Hanska orders Ostrica (cold water oysters, mignonette) and Tonno (Yellowfin tuna, Caper vinaigrette, citrus) for their appetizers. Hawivio thought their Kitala Wakiyela might also enjoy some Prosciutto Di Parma served with honeycomb and whole-grain mustard. Zendaya asked if they would mind if she chose the wine. The handsome twins nod and rub their chins. “Not at all, this will allow us to know what your taste buds are.” Hanska sits back in the chair. “I’m sure whatever you choose, my brother and I will enjoy it. “Hawiovi winks at her. Zendaya grins and orders a bottle of 2016 Bereche’ Ambonnay. When the waitress leaves, she looks at them, leans over the table, and whispers, “Maybe I should pay for our dinner.” Hawiovi and Hanska chuckle and assure her they can afford it. They glance at each other and smile. Hanska mouths, “She’s the one." “Yes, she is,” Hawiovi mouths. He and his brother love that Zendaya doesn’t know their net worth and are positive she’s with them because she wants to and has no alternative motive. " Kitala Wakiyela, Hawiovi, and I have changed our minds regarding dating you. “ Hanska looks at his brother and then back at her. “We want to marry you.” Zendaya takes a sip of her Move Like Jagger. “Are you two serious? Marriage isn't something I take lightly." Hawiovi takes her right hand. “My brother and I are very serious, believe me, we don't take it lightly either. We want a marriage contract instated between the three of us. We only have one condition: you must have our last name. Legally, of course.” Zendaya leans back in the chair, still looking at the twins. Hanska glances at Hawiovi, concerned that marrying them is too much for her. “Sweetheart, is there anything you would want to add to the agreement? Hawiovi and I are open-minded. Just tell us.” “I want three clauses included in the agreement. My house, I’ll never sell my house. I grew up there, and selling it will never happen.” She’s shaking her head. “If either one of you cheats, our contract will be void, and I don’t ever want to see either of you again. If we get a divorce, everyone leaves with what they came in with.” Zendaya gives them stern looks. "I dislike liars and cheaters." “We would never suggest you sell your home. As far as cheating goes, that’s not happening. So, we agree with your requests. Is there anything else?” Hawiovi motions for the waitress to order dessert. Hanska kisses the back of her hand. “My brother and I would never lie or do anything to harm you. We’ll always protect you and have your back. If you agree, our commitment starts tonight." She’s looking at them. “We live in my house.” “Sure,” The sexy twin says in unison . “It seems you two have a wife.” Zendaya is looking at two sexy smiles, and she feels kisses on both cheeks. A lot of people in the restaurant are looking at the threesome. Hawiovi l kisses her cheek again. "Come to our office tomorrow to sign the contract, and we'll move in tomorrow evening." "Mrs. Zendaya Navajo, I love the way that sounds." Hanska pours three glasses of wine, then he raises his glass. "Kitala Wakiyela, thank you for agreeing to marry us. We promise to be good husbands." Zendaya drinks the wine, thinking, "Well, girl, it's no turning back now." ***** Later that night, after watching a movie with Zendaya Hanska and Hawiovi arrive home to pack a few bags. They have decided to sell the house since they won't be living there, and also because of their mother. If she knew the house was empty, she might take it upon herself to move in. Neither twin wants her that close to them all the time. They also love the fact that Zendaya doesn't know their net worth. Most of the women they dated made it a point to research them. Which was a turn-off. Hanska and Hawiovi are discussing all the calls they received from Zoya and Adley. Both are glad they left their phones in the SUV. They don’t want Zendaya to deal with Adley and Zoya calling all the damn time. So they have decided that once they move, they will change their numbers. “Too bad we must give our number to our mother. “Hanska is looking at their mother’s picture on his cellphone. “Might as well get this over with.” He takes a deep breath as he answers it and puts it on speaker. “s**t. This is all we need tonight.” Hawiovi mumbles and throws a shirt on the bed. As soon as Hanska says hello, Edee asks what the meaning is of not transferring the money she asked for in the hundreds of voicemails and texts. She doesn’t give either one a chance to answer before she yells about making her move out of her house. When it's her house. Hawioivi can’t take her nonsense any longer and loses it and yells, “Your house is on Lake Oconee. The last time we checked, Lake Lanier was nowhere close to there. Mother, you seem to have a serious problem believing everything that belongs to us is yours. New flash, it’s not. Go home, mother dear.” Hanska nods and whispers, “Nicely done, little brother.” He clears his throat, “Mother, you spend more money than all of us put together a month. We have to draw the line somewhere. You will receive five thousand a month and no more. It's time you do some things for yourself, so out of that money, you’ll be responsible for paying for that credit card. If you don’t, then that’s on you. Hawiovi and I have to think about our future, and we have more responsibilities now. A responsibility that we don’t take lightly. We're ending this call. We have some more packing today.” He hangs up. "That women think money grows on trees." Hawiovi frowns when the doorbell rings, "If that's those two crazy ass women, I'll literally throw both of their asses in a damn trunk and drop them off somewhere down where in the middle of the woods in a different state.”He’s jogging to the door and snatches it open. “What the hell is this crap? No damn florist delivers this time of night,” He’s looking at his watch. It’s almost one. “No, they don’t. But air Adley does. I’m sure Zoya ass is involved in this. Since she’s always glued to that damn woman.” Hanska points at Adley's car driving away. “No way in hell these things are coming in the house.” He’s taking the flowers around the back to throw them in the garbage can, mumbling, "When are they ever going to give up?" Hawiovi is looking in the direction Aldey drove away. "One of these days, I'm going to snap. Yep, snap and break their bony ass necks." Hanska is walking around the house. “I feel you. You snap their necks, I'll dig the graves. It’s a damn good thing we’re moving. If not, there would never be peace in our marriage. Zendaya isn’t the type to tolerate that crap." ***** The following morning, Zendaya is in an examination room giving Mimosa an examination and implanting a microchip in her. Kora walks in to let her know some flowers were delivered to her. Zendaya walks past her. Kora scratches her neck. “There’s something different about you. Give me some juicy gossip. “Have you given those sexy men some yet? You look so beautiful," She points to the sand capris and bright blue lace-tiered sleeveless top. “Thank you. I’m not discussing my s*x life with you, my dear cousin. Remember, don’t add any new patients to my schedule this morning. Unless it’s a dying emergency, I’ll be out of the office for lunch.” Zendaya walks into her office with Kora, Eliam, and Midori behind her. “Is everything okay?" Eliam looks at her sister and cousin with concern. She smells one of the Picasso calla lilies, then she takes one of the Sibera calla lilies out of the other vase and smiles. “Yes, everything is fine. I’ll tell you all about it when I come back.” Midori motioned for his sisters to come into the hallway. He peeks at Zendaya and then closes the door. “Do you think she’s pregnant?" Eliam chuckles, “Hell no.” Kora fans her face with her hand. “No, but I believe our cousin is getting some. Those handsome ass twins came here on a mission. Zendaya was their mission, and it seems they conquered her ass." She laughs ***** It's eleven fifty-five when Zendaya walks into the building at the address Hawiovi texted her; she had no idea it was to Navajo’s Financial and Investing company. Zendaya never put the names together with the company. She walked up to the receptionist's desk and informed the young lady that she was there to meet with Hanska and Hawiovi Navajo. The woman looks Zendaya up and down, “Okay slut.” “Maybe I didn't hear her correctly." Zendaya’s thinking. “Excuse me. What did you call me?” She’s leaning down, sliding her shoes off, and dropping her purse. “Damn, this one is stupid as hell. I said slut.” The woman smirks and rolls her eyes. “Stupid and deaf.” Hanska and Hawiovi are walking off the elevator to meet her. Hawiovi looks at her, confused. "Why is our wife taking her shoes off?” “Maybe her feet hurt. I’ll massage them. “ Hanska looks at her purse. “Oh shit.” Zendaya has gone across the desk, choking the woman. The twins are running over there, and so are two security guards. They point at the guards, “Don’t touch her.” The two guards hold their hands up, looking at the woman gasping for air and saliva running down her chin. Hawiovi and Hanska calmly walk on each side of Zendaya and, in unison, “Kitala Wakiyela, what are you doing?” "Choking the life out of her.” Zendaya tightens her grip, looking at tears flowing down the woman’s red face. Hanska rubs his chin. "Good answer. But why?” "Yep, you're sure doing a hell of a job." Hawiovi chuckles and then clears his throat. “I very politely said I was here to see you two, and she had the nerves to call me a slut.” Zendaya hasn’t taken her eyes off the woman. Hanska frowns, looking at the woman. “You called her a slut.” The woman tries to answer him, but she can’t. Her eyes are beginning to roll a little. Hawiovi is pulling Zendaya, but the woman is being dragged across the desk. Hanska pries her hands from around the woman’s neck and finally accomplishes it. Zendaya is reaching for the woman who’s falling to the floor. Hawiovi lays Zendaya over his shoulder and walks toward the elevator. “You two don’t just stand there. Pour some water on her or something. When she comes to tell her, she’s fired and then walks her ass out of the building. Nobody disrespects our wife.” Hanska picks Zendaya's shoes and purse up. The two guards are staring at the twins and Zendaya's head. She's still across Hawiovi's shoulder. "Every damn body seems to be getting married. I never thought they had a wife." "That's new to me." The other guard is squatting beside the woman, pouring a bottle of water on her face. “You’re a little spitfire,” Hawioiv laughs, looking at Zendaya's butt. “Well, she made me mad. She doesn’t know me like that.” She’s looking in the mirror at Hanska, sliding her shoes on. Hanska chuckles, “ She sure knows you now, or should I say feels you."