Page 71 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

“Yo, you corny as hell, wife.”

“Whatever. You love me.”

“Indeed, I do. Kiss my babies,” Bull said before hanging up.

Frank started the car and pulled off the lot. He didn’t get far when the back tire blew, causing the mobilization to become wobbly. He checked his side mirror and slowly wheeled the truck over to a less populated section of the lot. Cutting the engine off, he peeped Toni and the kids in the mirror.

“What was that?”

“Tire blew. Give me a second to get a spare, and we can get moving,” Frank assured her, pressing the driver’s door open and climbing out.

“Okay.” Toni sighed and reached for her phone.

“Mama, I hungwy,” Breeze complained, kicking his little feet against the back of Frank’s seat.

“Okay, baby. I got some snacks in Jou Jou’s bag.” She unzipped the bag and shot a text to Lotus at the number that Bull gave her, told her who it was and that she had something she wanted to discuss with her.

The back compartment opened, and Toni located a couple of bags of Famous Amos cookies. She opened one for Breeze and handed it to him and did the same for Jou Jou. Both children ate happily, and Toni peered around, checking outside her window to see what was going on with Frank. There was an odd pop sound near the back of the car before what sounded like a body hitting the ground followed. Spinning in her seat, fear instantly immobilized her when she saw the large, masked figure rush past the side of the car and pop open the passenger door where Jou Jou sat.

Met with the barrel of a silencer attached to a nine-millimeter, Toni’s hand fell against her chest.

“Please don’t hurt my babies!” she shrieked.

“Mama,” Jou Jou whimpered, teary eyed with her arms in the air, wanting to be picked up.

“It’s okay, baby girl.”

“Nah, pretty girl.” The assailant shook his head, his voice sending an arctic chill up Toni’s spine. It wasn’t just what he said, but how he said it. There was something so familiar in his movements. With his free hand, he reached to unlatch Jou Jou’s car seat. Toni lunged forward, and he waved the gun in her face.

“Aht aht! One wrong move, and yo’ babies watch mommy get a hole in her pretty ass head,” he threatened in a low growl.

“Please! I’ll do whatever you want. Don’t hurt my babies!” Toni pleaded.

By then, both Breeze and Bijou were screaming and crying at the top of their lungs, and it was the most horrific sound Toni had ever heard.

“I knew this bitch was gon’ be a problem,” a familiar, reckless voice chimed in from behind.

Chai pushed past the gunman. Shock was an understatement, and Toni didn’t have time to react before she injected a syringe into her neck. The fast-acting agent left her head spinning and surroundings swirling. The world went dark as her eyes rolled back, and the sound of her babies’ screams echoed until she drifted off.

It took Eazy a couple of hours to work up the nerve to go talk to Lotus. He wasn’t sure what he would even say. He just knew they had some things to discuss. Before stepping out of his car and entering her building, he blew a whole blunt. By the time he reached her door, he stood on the other side, second guessing even being there. Eventually, he raised his hand to knock. Listening to the slow movement on the other side, he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. The door suddenly flung open.

“What are you doing here?” Lotus narrowed her close-knit eyes.

Her entire apartment reflected her personality from where he stood, peering past her. She was reluctant to let him into her safe space, tying her rose gold silk robe a little tighter around her small waist. Catching a whiff of his Oud satin mood cologne triggered that deprived space between her legs. She hadn’t had sex since their last encounter, and her vibrator was leaving her unfulfilled. The pregnancy hormones were taking her over the edge. Eazy bypassed her through her one-bedroom apartment, eyes roaming all the bright colors and different contemporary art pieces to match. The couch was modern, but a bright marigold color. None of the pieces seemed to match, but she made it look fly when she incorporated the multicolor rug with different colors in splatter shapes.

He had no idea Lotus was the kind of chick to wake up early on a Saturday, catch the train through the city, and hit the farmer’s market. With a baseball cap slung over her messy ponytail and a fresh brown sugar and oat milk iced coffee in her hand, it was one of the highlights of her week.

She purchased vintage items from the thrift store or flea market. If it looked good and was cheap, it didn’t matter to her. It was something Kissa taught her. She was also heavy on the DIY and would reupholster anything if she thought she could get more use from it.

“Shit kind of cozy in here.” Eazy peeled his broad shoulders and muscular arms out of his leather jacket and tossed it on a nearby stool.

“How did you even know where I live?” Something suddenly came to her scattered brain while tucking her arms across her breasts and skimming him in his black jeans and white t-shirt.

Although Eazy was dark like espresso, his many tattoos were still visible against his silk like flesh, so she couldn’t help but admire his thick arms. Eazy was a large man, very hard not to notice, on top of being handsome as hell.

“You ain’t slow, Lo.”

“Don’t be harassing my mama just because you think she likes you.” Lotus rolled her eyes.