Page 60 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon 2

“Okay,” she agreed.

“I love you.” Bull’s voice turned tender.

She knew he meant it. He made sure not to let a day pass now without saying it.

“I love you, more.” Toni ended the call and pitched her driver’s door open. “I gotta go. I got a bitch who needs to be taught a lesson.”

Sudan hiked a brow as she hopped into the driver’s seat. After she started the car, she rolled her window down.

“I never really thought a lot about my father because Onika made sure she never talked about him. So, I have questions. I just have a lot going on and a lot to process right now.”

“Take your time.” Sudan slipped his hands into his pockets. “I think we both have some processing to do. I have to tell my wife and kids the news as well. But I’m not just going to walk away, Toni. I’m not a threat to you or to Bull. This thing with him and Braxton, it’s business. On the other side of that, he’s also family because he’s my son-in-law and the father to my grandchildren.” His eyes narrowed before speaking his last words. “And that means something to me. I want to get to know you and your kids. I already know Bull is solid. His name has rang bells in the streets of Prospect Pointe for a long time. I respect him, you, and your marriage.”

“Thank you,” Toni whispered, somehow fighting back tears she didn’t ask to come.

Driving through the darkness to her destination, Toni’s thoughts swirled. She’d never been the type to willingly cause anyone pain, but Chai took it too fucking far. Every chance she got to fuck with Toni’s life, she took it. Actively doing so at that. It was time to humble that bitch. She whipped her car onto the dirt road until she arrived outside the large metal barn structure. Immediately, a memory from her first night meeting Bull played in her mind. The doors to the barn slid open, and her headlights shone over her husband’s muscular stature. He stepped aside so she could pull in, then secured the doors behind her when she parked beside his Ford Bronco.

Toni killed her engine, and Bull approached to open her door for her. As soon as she climbed out, she found herself in his warm embrace. Bull held her like he needed her as much as she needed him, and Toni inhaled his manly scent.

“You sure you okay?” he asked, cupping her cheek and searching her eyes.

“Yeah. Let’s get this over with. Where is she?”

“Come on.” Bull led her through the garage space to a set of concrete steps leading to a bunker below.

She caught a slow shiver from the cold and squinted through the fluorescent lighting. Blue lights allowed the shadows to bounce off the walls as a light swung back and forth above them. In the middle of the room, hanging over a sheet of plastic was Chai. Bound and gagged, arms chained above her head as she fought to free herself. Even if she didn’t have the gag in her mouth, nobody would be able to hear it. The barn was soundproof and in the middle of fucking nowhere. Her eyes landed on Toni and doubled in size.

“It’s yo’ world, T. How you want to do this?” Bull questioned, stroking his beard.

“Let her down, and take the gag out of her mouth.”

Bull stepped past his wife and did as requested. Chai fell to her knees whimpering, head down, palms on the floor. She coughed and caught her breath before eventually lifting her head. Bull backed up, and Toni stepped forward. She didn’t give Chai a chance to open her mouth before she rocked her in the jaw with a right hook that sent her whole body flying in the direction of the punch.

“You deserve everything that’s about to happen to you, and then some.” Kneeling, Toni snatched her up by her lace front wig.

With a firm grip, she slammed her fist into her face until she lost the feeling in her hand. Chai now resembled someone who’d been stung too many times in the face. Bull found himself turned on watching his wife turn into a goon. He stepped up, a bucket of ice ready for her to dip her hand into.

“Ah.” Toni winced and stared down at Chai on the ground, groaning and barely able to curl up as blood leaked from her face and onto the ground.

“You done?”

“No. I want to finish her.” Toni marched over to the Bronco and picked up his pistol off the hood.

He’d already cocked it. Toni marched over to Chai, standing over her and aiming the barrel right at her head. Hand trembling, eyes misting, her entire childhood flashed through her eyes along with all the bullshit Chai used to put her through. Locking her in closets, taking the few clothes she did have, making a mess in the kitchen just for her to clean up, and laughing in her face the whole time. From the minute her and Uma walked into that apartment, her life was never the same.

“Arghhhh!” Toni screamed, backing up and allowing the gun to fall at her side. “I fucking hate you!” Lifting her foot, she kicked her repeatedly in the stomach and chest until she herself was weak.

Sinking to her knees, Toni fell forward in a childlike pose and cried. Bull slid the gun from her grasp. He took two steps toward Chai, and fired a shot right into her head.

Toni cried harder.

CHAPTER 11

OLD THANG

About a week later…

Now that Eazy was pretty much running things at the Howard Hellum Gallery, his schedule was a bit more flexible, but he typically tried to show face within the same hours of every day. It was almost three o’clock in the afternoon when he strolled inside. Sporting a patchwork vest with a herringbone pattern over a white button up that was rolled a few inches from his wrist, and dark denim jeans with navy lace up dress shoes, he brought a whole new swag to being an art dealer. Motherfuckers weren’t ready for him or what he brought to the table when he met with clients and artists.