Page 45 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon 2

Lotus climbed into the car, and he shut the door then rounded the front so he could get into the driver’s seat. She was nearly asleep by the time he arrived outside her apartment building. Her Pops got out and walked his baby girl all the way up to her floor. She reluctantly dug her keys out of her purse and faced him in the hallway.

“Thanks for the ride, Daddy, and everything else.”

Stepping forward, he kissed the top of her head, and she accepted it.

“I love you.”

“Love you too.” Lotus let herself into her apartment, and Javon exited her building minutes later.

On the curb, he spotted something a couple of cars down that caught his attention. Eazy was parked, smoking a blunt with his eyes on the building. Shaking his head, Javon approached the car, and Eazy let the passenger window down.

“What’s up, OG?”

“How long you plan on sitting down here?” Javon questioned, resting his arms against the side of Eazy’s ride.

“Until she turns that light out and takes her ass to sleep.” Eazy tugged on his blunt, and Javon chuckled. “Thanks for getting her home.”

“That’s my baby.”

“Well, your baby is my woman. I’m in my feelings right now and not trying to hurt hers.” He rested his head against the back of his seat.

“I overstand that.” Javon nodded. “You know she’s going to stay up hoping, wishing, and praying you walk through that door tonight.”

“I’m not going nowhere. Just need a minute to wrap my head around some shit. If I’m not here, she always got eyes on her, though.”

“I know you won’t let anything happen to them. I’m going home to my own wife. Goodnight.”

Eazy chucked the deuces, and Javon strolled back to his car and got inside. He pulled off, and Eazy sat on the curb, blowing the rest of his blunt and watching the bedroom window to Lotus’s apartment. She kept that lamp on beside the bed for at least another hour before finally turning it off. Eazy got comfortable in the driver’s seat, deciding to stay put for now.

“Bull, I appreciate the sit down.” Sudan extended his hand to Bull when he approached the table where he, Eazy, and Jewel were seated inside Black Oak.

It was two o’clock in the afternoon on a Monday, and they’d agreed to meet Sudan to give him their official word. Both dapper in black suits, Eazy dug into his mixed greens chef’s salad, and Bull sipped his whiskey neat. Jewel loved a good three-piece look, so his cream and peanut butter patterned vest with a matching blazer and slacks coordinated with his high yellow skin tone. Sudan shook all their hands before taking the empty chair.

“First things first.” Bull sat forward and looked Sudan in his eyes across the table. “My wife and kids, off limits. Don’t ever approach her again⁠—”

“With all due respect, Bull, that wasn’t a threat. Merely a way to get your attention.” Sudan unbuttoned his blazer and signaled to a passing waiter so he could order himself a drink. “Your wife held her own. She’s got some bite. I can appreciate that in a woman.”

“You can understand where I’m coming from.”

“Absolutely. I have a daughter. A wife. I fully understand, and I will not approach your wife again without your permission,” Sudan agreed.

He ordered a triple bourbon from the waitress before giving his attention back to the men at the table.

“Now, there’s no need for small talk when we all know why we’re here.”

“The paintings. You want us to find them. We can do that. For a fee of course.” Eazy leaned back in his chair, and Bull picked up his glass.

Sudan chuckled.

“Check it, we didn’t get our cut off the first play because shit went sideways.” Ezekiel motioned between him and Jewel. “Not to mention, we both almost lost our lives behind that shit.”

“Word.” Jewel nodded.

“Way I see it, we owe each other to find that shit.”

“I can see how you would come to that conclusion.” Sudan took in the face of each man. “So, what’s the cut?”

“Four-way split,” Bull suggested, shrugging.