Page 1 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

CHAPTER 1

TIME’S UP

Boom! Boom! Boom!

“Shit! The fuck was that?” Antonia hissed, pulling the sheets against her naked body.

The splintering sound of the door to the two-bedroom townhome being kicked off the hinges sent her shooting up like a rocket in the king-sized bed she shared with her boyfriend, Bronx Andrews. It was after 1:00 a.m. on a Friday morning, which immediately sent her pulse racing. This wasn’t some friendly visit. A couple of hours ago, they were in bliss, and she swore he was coming for a piece of her soul while having his way with her body. One minute he was whispering how much he loved her, then he was proposing in the height of his orgasm, shooting his seeds into her womb.

After only a year with Toni, he knew he wanted to wife her, despite the many complications already in his life. Bronx didn’t think a woman like her could love him the way she did. Toni was sweet and chaste. A diamond in a sea of cubic zirconia. In her eyes, he was this invincible giant sent to protect her from the harsh world. Little did she know, she’d barely scratched the surface of who he really was. Although Bronx loved her, fucked her good, and treated her like a princess, there was still something missing. Most of the time they spent was limited because of his busy work schedule, so she took advantage of the opportunities to lay up with him, like tonight. With her stomach tanking, she instantly regretted it.

There were parts of Bronx that he would never reveal to her. He didn’t want to fall short of anything in her eyes. Toni was the kind of woman to breathe life into you, and she didn’t even see it. She was easily one of the most beautiful women in the world, but it was how humble and timid she was that fucked him up, and probably any other man who came across her. She was sexy, but soft; she could be playful and funny. A jeans and tight graphic t-shirts kind of girl, but when she turned it up, she could slay any bitch in her presence.

“Put your shit on,” Bronx ordered, snatching Toni from her thoughts and immediately going for his gun on top of the night table.

It seemed like they’d just fallen asleep. The moonlight outside the window poked through the slits of the blinds. With her heart ramming against her ribcage, she scrambled to get to the other side of the bed so she could climb to the floor and get dressed. In his boxers and diamond cross chain hanging over his cut chest, Bronx inched closer to the closed bedroom door with his gun aimed to go. Loud voices and heavy footsteps pounded in their direction, and Toni hopped into her tights before snatching her t-shirt up and rushing it over her head inside out.

Kneeling on the side of the bed, she listened as the door was forced open, and Bronx was caught off guard. Two masked men dressed in all black that doubled his size rushed in with sawed off shotguns swinging. Like a soldier in the battlefield, Toni quietly hit the floor, praying she wasn’t noticed.

“The fuck?” Bronx barely got a word out before one of the assailants yanked his chain off his neck and clocked him across the face with the butt of his weapon.

Covering her mouth to conceal her screams, Toni remained face down on her stomach and chest. Bronx landed on the floor on the opposite side of the bed. His spice brown eyes full of fear when they landed on her. If she’d been any other bitch, he wouldn’t care if she lived or died, but she read it there in that moment. He loved her, and he fucked up.

“Where is it?” one man demanded, and Toni watched the tip of the shotgun press into the back of Bronx’s head.

On his hand was an image of a skeleton skull with an X through one eye and a dark hole in the other. With the shadow of death looming over her, Toni wondered if they would make it out of this. Now, everything she hadn’t done or wanted to do in her life flashed before her eyes.

“The fuck you talking about?” he spat.

“Nigga must think we stupid or something.” Another chuckled menacingly.

“Stupid? Fa sho. Must have a death wish too,” Bronx replied smugly with his chin propping his head against the carpet.

Even in the face of his demise, he wasn’t scared. His rich sienna skin glistened with sweat, but there was no sign of terror. He was born an Andrews man, and that meant there was no bitch in his blood. He might have his flaws, but that was between him and God.

“You hear this nigga? Got heart. I’ll give him that. Roll yo’ bitch ass over!” The one with the shotgun against Bronx’s back ordered.

Trembling, Toni watched him do as he was told, hands in the air in surrender. The assailant trapped Bronx between his legs and knelt enough so they were nearly eye level. He still had the mask on, his dark, soulless eyes peering into Bronx’s before a smile danced around in them.

“See, what you don’t realize is, you won’t make it out of here whether we get what we want or not. That’s the beauty of this shit.” A grin spread through the mouth opening of his mask.

“Fuck you!” Bronx challenged.

Pop!

Toni hadn’t realized she’d screamed until it was too late. Seeing the way his body jerked shattered her. Hurried footsteps padded around the bed in her direction, and when she lifted her eyes, she was met with the double barrel of the weapon. With the urge to vomit lingering in her mouth, she could barely make out the men towering over her through the well of tears piled in her eyes.

“Please don’t shoot me,” she pleaded shakily.

“Damn, shorty bad as fuck.” His homie groaned behind him.

“We ain’t here for that.” His partner kneeled and snatched Toni up by the arm. “Tell us what we want to hear so we can get the fuck out of here.” Her soft breasts pressed into his hard torso, and she searched his tea brown eyes curiously burning into hers.

His friend was right; she was gorgeous. It was easy to get lost in her slanted, oval-shaped, whiskey-colored eyes. She couldn’t see his face, but something told her he was attractive. His strength was a giveaway that he was also in shape, never letting up on his grip.

“Take a walk with me.” He dragged her to the door, stepping over Bronx’s lifeless body. “Tear this mothafucka up until you find what we came here for,” he instructed over his shoulder.

“What do you want?” Toni whimpered.