Page 26 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

“Every seller was assigned a color-coded marker this evening. Mine was green. So, take a look around and let me know if you have any other questions on my skill set.” There were six pieces on the wall near the front door, and all of them had a green dot near the description, indicating that they were sold.

Stumbling for words, she half turned, face balling up contemptuously when her eyes landed on his smug grin.

“Well, why don’t you do us both a favor and get back to work.” She stomped off, leaving him chuckling to himself and shaking his head.

When a tray of champagne bypassed him, he snatched up a flute and brought it to his lips for a sip. He was going to enjoy this shit. The rush from making a sale was one thing, but making a play to double the price on the black market made his dick hard. Eyes scanning the room, he stopped when they landed on something in a far corner, holding up the wall. The buttery skin bombshell warmed the blood in his veins, leading right to his semi hard dick. Something in his chest stuttered when he watched her. Holding her flute in one hand, with another arm tucked across her chest, she rolled her eyes and tipped the glass to her mouth. Like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

He got his rocks off with bitches but made it a point never to go any further than a casual fuck. The idea of a relationship died with Niva. That shit wasn’t for him. If he fucked a bitch three times, she had exhausted her shelf life with him. Shorty in front of him was like fire. From where he stood, he knew he shouldn’t get too close. Diamond shaped face, full bow shaped lips covered in a caramel tint. A nose perfect for her face, rounded at the tip. It was her eyes that stole his attention. Slanted, oval shaped, a rich bronze tint from what he could tell. Little mama’s face card was ten out of ten.

Something across the room had her attention, and she tipped the remaining champagne down her throat. Following her line of vision, Eazy spotted a couple with two kids at their side while the photographer talked them into a family photo. The woman was petite, with big breasts that spilled out of the sheer portion of her dress, while the rest flowed over her legs in tulle material. She brushed lint from the shoulder of her husband’s suit, and he casually draped an arm around her back, then pulled her into him for a kiss. Shorty in the corner swallowed her drink and turned to go back to the bar.

“The fuck she doing here?” a familiar voice asked, sending Eazy’s eyes left.

His boy, Jasiel, who most knew as Jewel, slid up on him, eyes on the same woman in the canary yellow beaded dress.

“You know her?”

Part of him was relieved, because the thoughts that invaded him were nothing pure as her ass bounced in her dress with each step.

“That’s my fucking sister,” Jewel declared, a slight frown wrinkling his forehead.

Eazy nearly choked on the last of his drink and wiped the corner of his mouth. He came up with Jewel, but the two didn’t really get close until later in high school. By that time, they were both diving headfirst into the streets. Jacking became their lifestyle, so Jewel didn’t spend a lot of time at home, and neither did Eazy. He’d only met his daughters a few times, and his baby mama, Rhema. Jewel ran the streets, kept a room at his parents’ crib, and let all his mail go there, but he was a rolling stone. The type to lay up with a different chick every night or get a room at some hotel for like a week.

When they saw each other, it was usually a club link, work, or if he slid up on him when Eazy visited his grandparents. He mentioned his sister was in college somewhere, so they’d never crossed paths. She arrived back in Prospect Pointe after Eazy decided to take off a couple of years ago.

“What she doing here?” Eazy found himself repeating, hoping she didn’t disrupt what the fuck they had going on.

“I don’t know, but I’m gon’ find out.” Jewel took off in the direction of the bar where a few people gathered for drinks.

His sister dropped into a chair, giving her back to the crowd as she signaled to the nearby bartender. Eazy decided to hang back as Jewel slid up beside her. He watched her look him up and down, turn her nose up, and give the bartender her order. It was obvious she was annoyed by his presence as she waved him off, but Jewel’s angry frown never wavered. Before things got too heated and they drew attention to themselves with their little tussle, Eazy moseyed over calmly.

“I’m at work, just like you, Jewel. I’m not here to fuck up whatever the hell you have going on, okay. Now, can a bitch have her drink in peace, please?” she sassed, causing Eazy to smirk.

She hadn’t turned to face him, but his manly fragrance drew her attention. Slowly swinging a gaze over her shoulder, she sized him up carefully. Not expecting the towering, dark, handsome figure, she pretended not to lose the breath he’d stolen with that magnetic stare she couldn’t tear away from.

Fuck! Eazy had to send a warning to his dick not to show his ass. She was even finer up close. The kind of pretty he didn’t think anybody could ever get tired of looking at.

“I know good and well you didn’t call security on me,” she accused, appraising him with warm, hungry eyes.

“Relax, Lo. This is Eazy.” Jewel introduced them.

“Eazy, as in your partner in crime? Literally.” She licked her lips as a lemon drop was set on the bar in front of her. “Thank you,” she told the bartender, then picked up her glass.

With a little chuckle, Eazy shook his head.

“You make us sound like some common criminals.” His deep, rugged tenor shot sparks to parts of her she wouldn’t dare share with her brother.

“You said it.” Lotus grabbed her glass and brought it to her succulent lips. “You niggas organized like the mafia, rarely even seen together, so y’all ain’t tied to no conspiracy shit.”

“Eazy, this is my sister, Lotus.” Jewel sighed. “Look, just don’t start no shit in here, aight. This job is all a nigga got to keep Rhema, Mama, and Pop off my damn back.”

“Boy, ain’t nobody trying to fuck shit up for you or me. I need my job too.” She sucked her teeth, shook her head, and took another sip of her drink.

Eazy’s gaze roamed her gradually, taking note of everything. She didn’t have to look at him to feel that heat coming off his smoldering eyes. Her rich, golden-brown skin glowed, and he didn’t know what scent she was wearing, but it sent all the blood to his man between his legs.

Alyssa spotted both Jewel and Eazy near the bar and studied them with Lotus. She waved Jewel over, and he adjusted his vest under his suit jacket. He and his sister shared the same rich complexion, and Jewel was a couple of inches shorter than Eazy. Stocky as hell with tapered sides and thick curls on top, with a low-cut beard and goatee, he’d been mistaken for biracial more than once in his life.

“I gotta go mix it up with some people.”