Page 78 of His Four Leaf Clover

“Because I asked for it. That nigga gotta go. He must be out of his mind if he thinks he’s gonna have some kind of control over my family. And honestly, Clo, I don’t trust the nigga and I don’t want you and my grandbaby in that big ass house by yourselves.”

“Trent don’t even know where I live. And if he does, he still has to get past the guards to get in.”

“Stop underestimating that lunatic. Me and Hank are gonna come home with you to pack some clothes for you and Kardi. Y’all are gonna come by us for a little while.”

“Ain’t nobody running me out of my house. Fuck Trent!”

“Okay, well, Dash is coming back home.”

“No, he’s not. Hell, he’s the reason why I don’t wanna come to your house.” Clover rolled her eyes angrily.

“Bitch, I’m not asking. And I said what I said, so the choice is up to you. If I tell Hank what’s going on, he’s gonna make the decision for you.”

“This is some straight up bullshit!” Clover folded her arms defiantly, but Diva didn’t give a damn. Her and Kardi’s safety meant more to her than Clover’s tantrum. She got up and looked over at her husband. She motioned for him to step out of the room when they made eye contact. She noticed how quiet her sons got when she was walking towards them.

“What y’all over here talking about?” Diva asked. She knew that none of them were gonna answer but she inquired anyway.

“Fatherhood,” Dash replied with a smirk. Diva gave them a skeptical look before she and her husband walked out of the room.

“Just relax, bro, your wife and daughter are good. I just can’t believe this nigga is the ex that Amina used to be talking about. He don’t even look like he’s built like that.” Monty was in disbelief when Iva told him what happened leading up to Amina going into labor. She was already overdue, so there were no issues or complications.

“Fuck that nigga. He ain’t the only unstable muthafucka outchea. I don’t wanna fight no more. I want his bitch ass to be maggot food.”

“I’m right there with you, lil bro,” Fonzo replied as he and Dash fist bumped.

“Nigga, what? Since when did you start condoning violence? You’re the peace maker.” Monty was surprised to hear Fonzo talk like that. He was obviously pissed.

“I want that nigga resting in peace.” Fonzo was all about giving passes but Trent had already run out of his.

“Come here, Clover. And you too, Junior.” Hank stuck his head in the door and interrupted their conversation. Both Clover and Dash got up and walked out of the room and into the hall where Diva and Hank were standing.

“What’s up?” Dash looked at both of his parents, awaiting an answer.

“When you leave here, go get your shit from our house. You need to go back home and make sure your family is straight.”

Clover looked over at Diva with a murderous look on her face. She didn’t even give her a chance to make up her mind before she told Hank. Diva looked right back at her with a look that basically said that she didn’t give a fuck how she felt.

“Bet, I’m going do that now.”

Dash wanted to tell Clover the exact same thing but he knew that she wasn’t going for it. Since it came from Hank, she basically had no choice. She respected him and Diva too much to disobey their orders or wishes. She looked pissed, but he was happy as hell. Although he wanted Trent six feet under, he appreciated his crazy ass for helping him get back home to his family.

“Don’t get too excited, nigga. Pick a room and make it your own because you damn sure ain’t sleeping with me,” Clover spat before she went back into the room.

Hank and Diva followed her, leaving Dash standing in the hallway alone.

“Daddy’s home. Thank you, Jesus. You be looking out for your boy.” Dash bowed his head and said a silent prayers of thanks before walking down the hall to the elevators.

His brothers were probably looking for him but he would send them a text later. Right now, he was going pack his shit and go back home with his family where he belonged.

“I called the bank and restricted his access. I don’t know what else I can do. If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll replace the money myself,” Trudy snapped irritably.

She had been so stressed out lately that she barely slept. Trent had taken off again and it had been almost three weeks since they saw or heard from him. Trudy was afraid of something happening to him, especially after his last hospital stay. Now, more than ever, she was on board with her husband’s plan to get him some help. She couldn’t go on like that. She would end up losing her mind if she did.

For the first time in a while, she woke up happy. She’d decided to go back to work and her superiors were happy that she was returning. She had barely made it to the corner of their subdivision before her husband called her going off.

“Why would you do something like that without telling me? He’s withdrawn almost ten thousand dollars in a matter of weeks!”

Melvin was enraged when he pulled up their online bank statement. There were charges for hotel rooms, restaurants and rental cars that neither he nor his wife had made. Not to mention the huge cash withdrawals. He called Trudy to inquire about it, and her reply pissed him off. She had given their son access to their account without his approval. He was tired of her making decisions for both of them because she never made the right ones.