Page 3 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon 2

“Bronx and Bull.” A hard grimace darkened his face. “Miss me with that mama shit, B, real shit. Those boys been accessories to you since the day they were born!”

“That’s not true, and you know it! You even dictated my relationship with them! Making it hard to have a conversation because they felt like they couldn’t trust me! I told you things in confidence, and you just had to betray that like I’m not your wife!” She slammed the decanter down after filling her glass with gin. “You talk that family and loyalty shit when the truth is, it only applies to the ones around you. You get to do whatever the hell you want.” She sucked a few sips of gin into her mouth and paused.

“You want to talk about loyalty? Bronx was about to double cross me. He intervened on a lucrative deal with some people that I still fucking owe, and they want to collect. We recovered the one painting from Bronx’s place that night.” Braxton held up his index finger. “There are still four other paintings out there, and I need them yesterday! Bronx don’t know what the fuck he set in motion. That’s what got him killed. When you’re in with these type of motherfuckers, they don’t care about you, your family, or your fucking dog!”

“I want to know everything.” Brenda knelt to retrieve what looked like a book from the bottom shelf of a built-in bookcase nearby.

She usually kept a stash in some part of the house, so Braxton wasn’t surprised. He watched her sit across from his desk and lift the lid before spinning the combo into the lock mechanism. A small tray with a couple ounces of cocaine in a mini-Ziploc and a cut up straw inside among other party favors.

“Bronx violated and had the audacity to cross me! As far as I’m concerned, I don’t need to elaborate on anything else.”

“He’s your son,” Brenda reminded him.

“He was a traitor!” Braxton slammed his glass on his desk, and splashes of whiskey hit the wood. “You can sit there and dress that up as some familial bullshit all you want! The fuck am I supposed to do when a muhfucka finds out my own flesh and blood betrayed me, and I let him live! It was bad enough Bull was all the way across the country, defying me.”

“So, you had our son killed?” Brenda lifted her eyes from the box and met her husband’s across the desk.

“I had an opp removed,” Braxton corrected through gritted teeth.

Nodding, Brenda picked up her tray where she’d arranged two lines and a three-inch straw. She snorted one line, then another, and Braxton stood tall.

Picking up the mini nine-millimeter inside the box, she raised it swiftly. Taking two steps back, Braxton opened his mouth to challenge her, taking a couple of steps back, but his wife squeezed off before he could speak.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Three shots. All to the chest. He jerked unsteadily until his back hit the bookshelf behind him. Both of his arms moved as if he was trying to conceal his wounds while his mouth hung open, gasping for air because no words would form.

Lowering the smoking gun, Brenda dug a black cigarette from her stash box and sparked the tip before standing. Braxton crumbled behind his desk and tipped over onto his side when he hit the floor. His wife strutted behind the desk and stood over him as one of his hands clawed at the ground. She let off another round into his skull and took a drag of her cigarette when she was done.

“May you never rest in peace.” Stepping over him, Brenda knelt and searched his pockets until she came across a ring of keys.

CHAPTER 2

HEAD SHOTS

“Eazy, this isn’t what you think.” She brought her arm up to stop him from strangling Oracle to death.

“You really want to stand there and tell me what the fuck I think right now?” Gritting his teeth, he averted his glare in her direction as their eyes locked for the first time.

There was no denying it was her. He’d spent a lot of time gazing into those cinnamon eyes to know. Defeat flickered there for a moment before she sighed. Eazy turned his attention to Oracle, who remained smug as he pushed off him.

“Damn, E. I see that goon still in you.” Oracle rubbed his sore throat and adjusted his jacket with a lopsided grin.

“The fuck is going on?”

“I’d love to tell you all about it. Not here,” Oracle responded. “Meet me over off Danbury. You know the way, right?”

“I need to talk to Bull first.”

“Please do. I’m sure he’ll want to be privy to the information I have. Tell him he might want to check on the wife and kids too. We living in a dangerous world. You never know what can happen,” he insinuated with a low chuckle.

“One hour,” Eazy growled, backing away from them both and digging his cell from his pocket.

He called Bull but got no answer as he sped back to Lotus’s place. He wanted to make sure she was good before he went and did something he couldn’t take back. He arrived back at her place with Jewel on his line as he used his key to let himself back into her apartment.

“What’s up, bro?”

“Where you at?”