Page 25 of His Four Leaf Clover

“Damn, my bad twin. I wasn’t trying to fuck up nothing for you.”

“I’m good, bro. That was a long time coming. Shit ain’t been right with us for a minute. I should have been moved on.”

“Yeah, nigga, and I know just who you’re trying to move on with. I be paying attention to how you be looking at Bama,” Montrell laughed while speaking of Clover’s cousin, Kimber. He called her Alabama, Bama for short, due to her deep southern accent.

She and Tru took a liking to one another and had been hanging out a lot. Tru had friends, but they liked the streets too much. She went out occasionally but she was more of a homebody. Tru was the type who would bypass a party to stay home and binge-watch her favorite tv shows. She wasn’t a fan of large crowds but she made exceptions for certain events.

“Sexy slim act like she be scared to talk to a nigga. She be hitting me with them one-word ass answers.”

“You gon’ really get your chance to get at her now.”

“How? What’s happening like that?”

“Tez just hired her to be the new receptionist.”

“That nigga been saying he’s getting a new receptionists for months. Who told you that?”

“He did. Cash told him that she was looking for a job while she’s in school, and he hired her. He said she answered the phone a few times when she was there hanging with Tru. Shit, she might as well get paid for it.”

Tez couldn’t seem to keep a receptionist for nothing. A lot of females had niggas who weren’t too fond of them working around so many men. Two of his previous receptionists got pregnant and never came back after having their babies. A few others found better paying jobs, and he understood that. Kimber was in school so, if she did start working there, it would probably only be until after she graduated.

“Yeah, boy, it’s up now. She bout to get tired of me. She ain’t gon’ have no choice but to fuck with me.” Rondell was excited as he rubbed his hands together. He walked off to his bedroom and Montrell followed him, hoping to take a hot shower.

“Where you going?” Montrell asked when he saw his brother looking for something to wear.

“I’m going eat the food that you’re about to treat me to. Alva was about to cook until you pissed her off.”

“It’s better to be pissed off then pissed on. You don’t need no grown ass man bringing you breakfast in bed anyway. Let me hop in the shower and I gotchu’, bae.”

Both men laughed as they freshened up and headed out to grab something to eat.

Hank smiled as he pulled his middle son into a manly hug. A month had passed since Monty started his apprenticeship with Tez, and he had already gotten three of the certifications that he needed. He went there seven days a week faithfully unless he had a few appointments of his own. Tez took off for a few days to spend some alone time with his wife, so Monty was free.

Hank decided to throw some steaks and other meats on the grill on the patio of his and Denny’s townhouse to celebrate his son’s accomplishments. Monty seemed to finally have his head on straight and that was all that he and his wife ever wanted. He was always happy when he got a chance to spend time with all three of his boys. They all had different schedules, so it wasn’t always possible.

“I’m proud of you, boy. You already know your shop ‘bout to be fire as fuck whenever you’re ready for it.” Hank kissed the top of his son’s head, even though he hated when he did so.

“Shit, I’m ready for that bitch now. I just don’t know what area I want it in.” Monty was excited about the possibility of having his own shop.

“Location is key, bro. Building you a shop is nothing. Building it in the right spot is what matters most,” Dash said.

“That’s what you’re good at, bruh. I can build anything with my eyes closed. I just don’t know nothing about all that location and zoning shit.”

“I’m not talking about zoning. You wanna make sure you build in a high-traffic area.”

“What I always tell y’all?” Hank asked while looking at all three of his sons.

“Accessibility is key,” all three brothers replied simultaneously. He’d been saying that to them even before they were old enough to build. It was drilled into him at a young age by his own father.

“Don’t trip though, bro. I’m on it,” Dash assured him. He was good at scouting out the perfect locations, especially for businesses.

“Aye, Dot said she’s about to be on her way with the food. We put the drinks on ice too,” Denny noted as he wheeled himself over to them in his electric chair.

Two of Denny’s sons were there with his grandson and some of their cousins. A few more people were coming over, and they wanted to make sure that everything was together before they got there. Hank and his sons knew their way around the kitchen very well, but Dot offered to make them some sides to go with their grilled meats. Since the celebration was for Monty, nobody was surprised. She claimed she only did it because no women were in attendance, but they knew better. Dot hated to cook but she would step out of her comfort zone for her favorite grandson.

“I told her that I would come pick it up,” Monty replied.

“She said she tried to call you and didn’t get an answer.” Denny shrugged.