Page 51 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon 2

“Downstairs with Lotus.”

“She was supposed to be off today because of her doctor’s appointment. I put the kids down for naps and everything.”

“Baby, I don’t know what’s going on. She was here when I got here not long ago.” Bull was focused, so Toni leaned in to see what he was looking at.

Seeing Bronx’s name at the top of the screen piqued her interest. He scrolled through bank and property statements, call logs, and email history.

“What is this?”

“Just some shit I’m looking into.”

“About Bronx?” Toni pressed.

Bull sighed and leaned into the pillows propping him up.

“Yeah. Just trying to find something. A lead. Anything that can point me in the direction of where he put those other paintings. You recognize any of these phone numbers?” Bull slid the laptop over so she could view it.

Narrowing her eyes on the screen, Toni skimmed them, but none stood out. Bronx sure did talk to a lot of people, though.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Did you try calling any of them?”

“And saying what, T?”

“I don’t know. Depends on who answers.” She shrugged. “I’m gonna go check on the kids.”

When she was gone, Bull gave some thought to what she’d said. Some of those numbers were bound to be disconnected in the last four years, but he didn’t have shit else to go with. Picking up his cell phone, he started at the top of the list. As suspected, at least half of them were disconnected. Another portion was sadly a bunch of jump-offs he’d been laying pipe to. There was one number left, and he decided to try. It rang twice before a low, raspy woman’s voice picked up.

“Hello.”

“Who is this?” Bull queried.

She laughed a little. “Um, you called me. Who is this?”

“I’m going through my brother’s call log and came across this number.”

“Mmm, well who is your brother?”

“Bronx Andrews,” Bull replied.

“Oh, yeah, is this Bezai?” She suddenly perked up.

“Yeah.”

“This is Shenai. Ms. Ruby’s daughter.”

“What you doing in Bronx’s phone?”

Shenai was in her late 40s, early 50s if he recalled. The fuck was Bronx doing talking to her? The soft giggle from her let Bull know too much. His brother didn’t discriminate when it came to some pussy, that was for sure. Young hoes. Old hoes. Skinny ones. Fat ones. Long as she had a box, he was willing to stick his shit in there.

“Oh, that’s old news. I heard you was back in town and married his little side piece, though. So, what can I do for you?”

“What you and Bronx talk about?”

“Nothing I want to repeat over the phone,” Shenai rebutted.

“Okay, where can you meet me?”

“Got a sweet tooth right now. How about Sweet Magnolia Bakery in about thirty minutes?” she suggested.