Page 18 of His Four Leaf Clover

“Man, Clover better not be playing with me with another nigga. I let the last nigga live but I’m done giving passes.”

Dash lost his shit when Clover started dating the father of one of the kids that went to her nursery. The nigga fell in love with her, and Dash knew exactly why. She seemed to be feeling him too, but he wasn’t having it. He and Monty followed the nigga home from the club one night and almost caught a body. He was bold as fuck and ready to fight over a woman that would never be his. The only thing that saved him was his girl. She turned on the porch light and walked out holding their newborn son. After that, his daughter never returned to the nursery and he and Clover seemed to have cooled off.

“Chill, Dash. Stop being so hotheaded all the time.”

Usually, Dash and Fonzo would be telling him to relax but he knew how his brother got when it came to Clover.

“The fuck! Look who’s talking. You can’t give me no damn advice about being calm. Same nigga who be riding shotgun with me.”

“And gon’ do the shit every time. Just peep it out before making a move. You’re the brains of our three-man operation. I can’t have you acting reckless.”

Monty always said that Dash was the brains, Fonzo was the negotiator and he was the muscle. He didn’t need them to switch shit up.

Dash hated to do it, but he followed his brother’s advice and took his seat. He and Monty sat there and watched as another nigga watched Clover. He had never seen the other man before but he swore that he would never forget his face after that night.

Monty bit his bottom lip as he gripped Iva’s hips tighter and pulled her back into his thrusts. She had the perfect arch in her back as she matched his movements. After hours of drinking and inking at Dot’s Spot, all he wanted to do was climb in between her legs and finish his night off right. He felt like he was about to explode inside of her when she started wildly backing up into him.

“Damn, girl.” Monty slapped her ass, encouraging her to keep going.

Their sex life was always good, even when their relationship wasn’t. They had their share of problems, but every couple did. He fucked up when he got locked up but he needed her to understand why. Monty was a man before anything else and his job was to provide for her like his father taught him to. He didn’t want Iva struggling to pay bills while trying to send him money and paying for those expensive ass prison calls. He had money saved but he found a way to make it work without him even having to touch it.

Caprice wasn’t even somebody that he was even attracted to but she chose him the moment she saw him. Iva thought that feelings were involved, and nothing that he said could convince her otherwise. Admittedly, he felt stupid for losing her the way he did. Guilt and embarrassment of losing Iva was what propelled him to be with Caprice once he was released. Her time was over and, honestly, it shouldn’t have ever started.

“Harder baby, I’m almost there.” Iva was throwing it back at him like it was their last time together.

“Shit, me too.” Monty was in full beast mode as he felt his nut building. He growled in satisfaction as he unloaded what he hoped to be his first child inside of Iva before collapsing and pulling her down with him.

“I don’t know what got into you but I’m not complaining.”

Monty’s eyes popped open at the sound of a familiar but unwelcomed voice. He frowned in annoyance when he locked eyes with Caprice. He could have kicked his own ass for drinking so much and not being in his right mind. Iva had been on his mind so much that he visualized being inside of her instead.

Lately, Iva had not only invaded his dreams, she was occupying his thoughts as well. It didn’t help that she kept flirting with him all night. If it weren’t for Clover, he would have been hit again. He hadn’t fucked Caprice in months and he wanted it to stay that way. He had a few female friends to help relieve his tension though.

“Man fuck!” Monty’s head was pounding as he jumped out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom. He and Caprice didn’t even sleep in the same bed but he was in the master bedroom that they once shared. He had to get his shit together and stay away from the hard liquor.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Caprice was shocked but excited when Monty came got into the bed with her. He hadn’t done that in months, but she wasn’t complaining. She was pissed with Monty for staying out so late, especially since she knew that he was at his grandmother’s bar. It was the weekend, so she knew that Iva was there too.

She must have been in a deep sleep when he got there because she didn’t even hear when he came in. He would die if he ever found the air tag that she’d hidden in his trunk. She knew his every move, including the homes of every bitch that he fucked with. She chilled out with poppin’ up on him so much because she didn’t want him to get suspicious. Monty started sneaking out more and inviting her to go with him wasn’t happening, so she had to take matters into her own hands.

All was forgiven now since he hit her with some dope dick. She couldn’t wait to call her cousin, Sade, and rub it in her face. She had been begging Dash to fuck her again, but all he ever wanted from her was some head.

Although she was happy for the much needed release, Caprice was no fool. She knew that Monty was pissy drunk when he came in but she wasn’t gonna stop him. Things with them went left not even six months into him being released. She knew that her time with him was limited, which was why she was actively looking for another job. Her mama was always fussing at her for how she sat back and depended on a man. That was something that she was always taught not to do and she saw why.

Aside from paying the bills, Monty didn’t give her money or do anything else for her. She had a nice lump sum from her 401K but she had blown halfway through it trying to keep her car note and other bills paid. The lease was gonna be up soon, and she wasn’t gonna be dumb enough to renew it. It was only a matter of time before he was done with her for good.

She fucked up and fell in love with his dog ass, so even the thought of being without him hurt. She felt like she’d been degrading herself enough by inviting herself to things that he never even told her about. Still, she wasn’t gonna go away quietly. She knew that he still loved Iva but she wasn’t gonna make their reunion a peaceful one. She also wasn’t leaving without showing Clover just how much of a dog Dash was. If she had to go, she was taking a few people with her.

Monty hopped in the shower to wash the smell of sex from his body. He was pissed with himself for not knowing his limit and drinking more than he should have. Waking up balls deep inside of Caprice made him want to stop drinking altogether. He didn’t even remember going home or how he got there. He was sure nobody let him drive in his condition. Fonzo wasn’t at the bar, but Dash and Clover were.

Once he got out of the shower, Monty looked outside to make sure his car wasn’t there. He looked for something to wear as he called Dash on speakerphone.

“What’s up, bro?” Dash asked while answering on the first ring.

“Where my car at, lil bro, and how did I get home?”

“Nigga, I had to carry your drunk ass inside and lay you down.”