Page 66 of His Four Leaf Clover

“I know you fucking lying! Bitch, look who just walked in.” Diva was furious when she saw Trent walk into the party with another man.

“He’s not even supposed to be around Clover,” Iva noted.

“It ain’t like he knew I was gonna be here, but he ain’t stupid. But, then again, who knows with his stalking ass. I’ll make his ass a distant memory and sleep like a baby tonight.” Clover stayed ready and she had her tool right behind the bar whenever she was there. And if she couldn’t get to hers, Dot had a few of her own close by that only they knew about.

“Big Shaq is his cousin, so maybe he’s just here for the party.” Iva shrugged.

“That bitch is really trying to be messy.” Diva was annoyed with so many things, and Caprice seemed to be behind them all.

“Shit! Next time, I’m listening to my first mind and staying my ass inside. I love you, friend, but tonight is already turning out to be one for the books.”

Clover wanted to hide behind the bar when she saw Dash and Monty walk into the bar. Her ex was the last person that she wanted to see. He called her phone a million times a day but, outside of Kardi, they didn’t have anything else to discuss. She could have started a garden with all the flowers that he had delivered to the nursey and house every day. Being away from him was the hardest thing that she ever had to do, but it was necessary.

“What’s up, beautiful?” Monty smiled as he leaned over the bar and kissed Iva.

“Hey handsome.” Iva was all smiles as she returned the greeting.

“What’s up, y’all?” Dash spoke, never taking his eyes off of Clover.

He and Monty had just left Fonzo’s house visiting Kardi. Amina inadvertently told them where Clo was, and Dash wasted no time going to the bar. Monty didn’t mind since he knew that Iva was there too. Dash had been a wreck lately and he felt lost without Clover. He’d been praying more than he ever did in his life. He begged God to bring them back together and he swore that he would never do anything to make her leave him again.

“What y’all drinking?” Iva asked, preparing to fix them something to sip on.

Monty only wanted a Heineken, but Dash declined. He hadn’t really been having an appetite, so drinking wasn’t the best idea. Iva wanted to feel sorry for him, but however he was feeling was his own fault.

“The fuck is that desperate hoe doing here? That bitch is really trying my patience.” Monty frowned when he looked around the bar and spotted Caprice.

“Don’t trip, boo. The party is for one of her people,” Iva replied.

“Yeah, I wonder whose idea that was.” Monty already knew that Caprice was trying to start some shit. He looked around and saw a few familiar faces, but one stood out in the crowd. He nudged Dash and discreetly pointed Trent out to him. His brother nodded and frowned, probably feeling the same way that he did. They knew all about Clover’s protective order on him, and Dash felt dumb as fuck. He lost his wife behind a lie that a bitch who wanted him told. He didn’t see her anywhere in there but he wasn’t expecting to after Clover dog walked her.

“I’m so happy to see y’all. Come help me get these pans out the oven and put them in the warmers,” Dot requested when she came from the back and saw her two grandsons. She was a little annoyed to see Caprice there, but it was cool. As long as she didn’t start no shit, she was safe.

“Ten minutes, Clo. The DJ said he’s gonna play the shots song soon,” Iva said as she read the text that came through on her phone.

Clover held up her wash bottle, “I’m ready.”

The party guests seemed to be enjoying themselves, as they danced and sang along to the music. But, just like always, nothing good lasted forever.

“What’s up, Diva? How you been?” Caprice asked as she walked over with a stupid looking grin on her face. She felt bold since she was with her family, but that didn’t mean nothing to any of them.

“Bitch, you tell me. You stalk us enough on social media to know it all.”

“Stalk, nah, never that. I was just coming to speak.”

“Girl bye. I don’t, never did and never will fuck with you. And yeah, bitch, stalk is the right word. How else would you explain the air tag in my baby’s car? Ole pick me ass hoes make me sick.” Diva was on one and ready for whatever. She saw the look of embarrassment that crossed Caprice’s face and she did right to feel stupid. Coming over there to be messy was the wrong move.

“How’s Dash?” Caprice asked as she laughed like something was funny.

That was it for Clo. She didn’t have nothing to say to Caprice. They weren’t friends and she didn’t owe her nothing. But the bitch had life fucked up if she thought she was gon’ play in her face like she was scary.

Before Diva had a chance to reply, the DJ started playing the shots song, prompting Iva and Clover to hop on top of the bar. He was telling people to get their free shots at the bar, but they never even got a chance to. Clover was dancing her way over to Caprice until she was right in her face.

“Oh shit!” Iva and Diva yelled simultaneously when Clover kicked her in the face like she was auditioning for a Bruce Lee movie. As soon as she did, she grabbed Caprice by her ponytail and went to work on her face. All the shit that Caprice talked was not being backed up by her actions. She was swinging blindly with one hand while trying to cover her face with the other. Clover remembered everything that she’d ever said about her or done to her since the first day they met.

“Bitch, I’m sick of you, hoe!” Clover was yelling as she slammed Caprice’s head down on the bar.

Dash and Monty ran out of the back, shocked to see Clover beating Caprice like she gave birth to her. Dash made a move to stop her, but Monty held him back. Instead, he pulled out his phone and started recording. Clo was tired, and he understood her frustration. Caprice thought she was untouchable because of her family but she had life and Clover fucked up.