Page 18 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

“No, that’s not what the fuck we’re doing.” Her dark, rosewood eyes volleyed from her son to her husband in desperation.

“Then leave. I didn’t ask you here.” Bull smacked her hand from his chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” His mother waved her hand, displaying her fresh acrylics and gaudy diamond rings. “Imagine our surprise when we find out from our men that not only is this bitch Antonia still alive, but she’s with you!” Brenda snapped. “Fancy called and told us what happened, too. She fucked that girl up, leaving her with all kinds of abdominal contusions.”

“You disobeyed a direct order,” Braxton chimed in, his bushy salt and pepper brows bunched together.

“I don’t take orders from you,” Bull noted, crossing his arms in front of his dick.

“What you say?” Braxton turned his head and stuck his ear out, thinking he heard him wrong.

“I said I don’t take orders from you,” Bull repeated, this time with even more confidence than before.

Moving swiftly, Braxton attempted to yoke him up, but Bull was both faster and stronger. Whipping his pistol off his hip, he brought it right to his chin and gripped the back of his neck, bringing their faces closer. Eyes boring into his, Bull saw no remorse, no love. Braxton was cold, and the world made him that way long before he gained a family. Bull wasn’t sure why he ever even tried. He would always fall short in the eyes of a man who was constantly looking for imperfections.

“You sure you want to do this?” Braxton grunted.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” Bull released him and Braxton jerked away from him.

“Bull, I thought I heard—” From the top of the staircase overlooking the entryway, Toni stood in nothing but a bathrobe, her hair and skin still wet from the water.

When she gripped the railing with both hands, Brenda caught something sparkling off her finger on the chandelier dangling above them. She thought maybe her eyes were deceiving her. Slowly, both parents’ eyes drifted to him, but Bull wasn’t letting up.

“Is this what you’re doing?” his mother questioned, her timbre laced with shock. “You’re coming against us for her?” She waved an angry hand toward Toni.

“We’re your fucking family! Does that mean anything to you?” Braxton’s head slipped in a tilt before his coal black eyes centered on his son.

“Actually, it does. I plan to make sure my family is good. Protected. Disconnected from you and all the bullshit you bring with you,” Bull vowed.

“She doesn’t get to walk away from this!” Braxton wagged a disgruntled finger in Toni’s direction.

“She is my wife,” Bull announced, watching revolt display over both parents’ faces when they processed his words and looked at him.

He wondered if they were both having a stroke the way they stood so stiff and expressionless. Lowkey, part of him was enjoying their repulsion.

“The fuck you mean your wife?” Scoffing, Brenda blinked several times before shooting daggers at Toni up the staircase.

“Meet Mrs. Bezai Andrews.” Holding up his wedding hand, he flashed the white gold band resting on his finger. “If she slips and falls off a fucking curb, or someone bumps into her or looks at her a little too long, you two will feel it first.”

“You don’t even know her. You can’t just marry her!” Brenda screamed.

“I already did. In Vegas, around three am,” he broke down for them. “Andrews look out for their own, right?” His brow lifted, and his mother recoiled, joining her husband at his side.

“If you go through with this, bring her into your life, you don’t have to worry about using the same last name as me. My son is dead because of her,” she declared, a tight grimace crunching her face together.

“What about his baby?” Bull presented.

“What ba—” Brenda’s mouth fell open before she caught herself. “She’s pregnant? By Bronx?”

“You think you can trust that? She’s the reason he’s dead!” Braxton belted angrily. “How do we know this isn’t all some game to her, so she can skate on the snake shit she pulled!”

“Whatever you came here for, I’d think twice about it,” Bull warned.

That thought hadn’t occurred to him. When Toni blurted it out, they were in the heat of the moment, and she thought he was going to kill her. It could have very well been a part of her plan to pull some shit like that and buy herself some time to escape. His mind never went there, and being around her the last twenty-four hours hadn’t given him that vibe. She was genuinely scared for her life.

“You’re coming at us like that? Your parents?” his mother uttered in complete disbelief.

“I didn’t make these rules.” Bull shrugged. “Family before everything, right? No matter what,” he quoted, using the man’s words against him, looking him dead in his face.