Page 6 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon 2

“Yeah.” Tony winced when he touched her knuckles then peered into her eyes.

“What happened?”

“My fist met Chai’s face,” Toni declared.

“Chai?”

“Yeah. Don’t ask me what that was about. I was just as shocked as you are right now? I didn’t think we were going to make it out of there. Then the door opened and… there was Brenda. I was skeptical at first, but… I don’t know. Something in her eyes was different. Sincere. I just wanted to get me and the kids out of that room.”

“How are they?” Bull stepped past her to examine Jou Jou and Breeze.

“A little groggy, but I think they’re fine. Your mom called a friend of hers who used to be a nurse. She said it sounded like they just had a mild sedative. They’re breathing normally. If they don’t wake in a couple of hours, she wants us to have them checked out.”

“This is fucking crazy. How the hell this happen?”

“I don’t know. I guess Chai was watching us. She had to be working with your father. Brenda said he wouldn’t be a problem anymore.”

Bull leaned over to kiss his babies on top of their heads before approaching his wife again. Low, red eyes, it was clear she was exhausted and still very much traumatized from today. He reached up to cup her cheek and swept his thumb across her lips before stealing a kiss. Stunned, Toni clung to him, kissing him back lazily until he pulled away and scanned her face for memory.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Get some rest. I’ll be downstairs taking care of some shit if you need me⁠—”

“Bezai—”

“T, soon as I’m done, I’m right next to you, aight. You’re good here. Take a shower. There should be something for you to change into in one of those drawers.” He ran his fingers through her hair before pecking her lips one last time.

Moments later he stopped in the doorway downstairs of his father’s office. Nothing looked disturbed. Satisfied with his inspection, Bull traipsed thorugh the hall until he reached the kitchen.

“Thanks, Acid.” He slid his associate five stacks of ten thousand bands across the island in his parent’s home.

Right out of Braxton’s person safe. The irony that he was paying for his own body to disappear hadn’t escaped Bull. Eazy stood across the counter, a bottle of tequila in front of him as he rolled a blunt and watched the exchange.

“No problem.” His disfigured hands reached for the cash and stacked them on top of one another before sliding them into a black laptop bag he slung over his shoulder.

Acid was burned severely in a bad car accident when he was only twelve years old. Part of him was slightly burned across multiple layers of his body. He’d been obsessed with anything flammable ever since. His physical scars didn’t keep him from anything. though, and once you got to know him, you saw past all that. Most of his face was fine; he just had a few flesh burns under his chin and across one of his cheeks. The nigga still dressed in nothing but custom threads, rocked jewelry that cost a motherfucker’s entire life, and fucked hella bad bitches regularly. A bitch couldn’t even call him ugly, he was simply disfigured.

“You know the number.” He chucked his chin at Bull and Easy on his way out.

Eazy slid the bottle across the counter. He looked like he needed it as he leaned on his arms across the counter and let his head droop.

“You believe this shit?” Bull queried, dragging his hands through his locs and standing.

“Yo, Brenda a savage.” Eazy licked his blunt closed. “Who knew she had that shit in her?”

“I did.” Bull picked up the bottle and popped the cork. “It was only a matter of time. She’s held in too much for too long.” He swallowed the liquor, took a breath, and gulped another shot. “Knowing what he did, she snapped.”

“So, what’s the story?”

“As far as anybody knows, Braxton disappeared. We ain’t going through no funeral bullshit. He’s got people after him, so it’s believable. We know he won’t be in touch, so Brenda should be in the clear.” Bull frowned as something came to him. “Back to that shit you told me at the office. You said Oracle’s walking? And he was with Niva?”

“Pssh. Shit is crazy.” Shaking his head, Eazy used his lighter to dry his blunt. “Swear to God I thought I was losing my shit.”

“Oracle been moving different since Bronx got hit. How we know he was really even fucking paralyzed since he never came around?”

“I don’t know.” Eazy brought the blunt to his lips. “He wants to link, though. You down?”