Page 74 of His Four Leaf Clover

“Just relax, cousin. You should go back home and tell them exactly how you feel.” Caprice was trying to do everything in her power to get him to leave. She regretted even letting him know where she lived. As usual, a man and money were always causing her to make stupid decisions.

“Man, fuck them, I’m never going back there.”

“Well, these messy hoes is some straight up snitches. They must have told the front office that you were living here and they sent me a letter threatening to evict me.” Caprice lied effortlessly, but that was nothing new.

“Seriously?” Trent stopped pacing to look at her.

“Yep. I wish I knew which one it was. I don’t even talk to nobody since I moved back here.”

“Damn, man. Now, I really gotta figure some shit out. I’ll sleep on the streets before I go back to that prison though.”

Caprice wondered why he just automatically assumed that her door would forever be open to him. Trent needed to be in whatever facility his parents were trying to put him in.

“I feel you, cousin. If you rent an Airbnb for a month or more, they give you a good deal. It’s already furnished and you can have your own personal space.”

“Yeah, I might have to look into that. I probably just get a room for a few days until then. Does Sade still work at the front desk of that hotel in Gretna?”

“I think so but you probably have to call her yourself. I ain’t been fucking with that bitch lately.”

“Why? What happened with y’all?”

“Nothing really. She got in her feelings with me because of the fight that she had with Clover.”

“Fuck that bitch! Her and her nigga gon’ see me real soon.”

“You might wanna let that shit go, cousin. The bitch is pregnant again.”

Caprice almost regretted the words as soon as she said them. The look in Trent’s eyes had her ready to piss her pants. Just like Diva said, she knew everything about them since she was on their pages all day. Dash and Kardi made a video announcing Clover’s pregnancy and he had a tracker on his page doing a countdown until their new bundle arrived. Caprice didn’t miss the fact that Clover was nowhere in the video and some of his other followers did too. Clover and Dash made TikTok and IG videos all the time so that was almost unheard of. He gave some bullshit excuse about her not feeling well, but she knew better.

Still, she also knew that it wouldn’t last forever. She hated that she did so much to break up their happy family and nothing worked. Caprice had finally thrown in the towel and decided to put all of that attention into her new man. He had less than a year before he was released and he swore that he was coming home to her. As angry as she was, she was fighting a losing battle.

“Fuck that baby too! I’m done giving these hoes passes. The last one got away with doing me dirty but that’s over with.”

He started up with his pacing and venting again, but she didn’t reply. She was about to get ready for work, and Trent wasn’t her problem. She really didn’t care where he went as long as it was out of her face.

“Well, I’m about to start getting ready for work, cousin.”

“Ok, cool. Can you drop me off to the rental car place on your way? I need some transportation and I’m not trying to be fighting for my car keys.” Since his parents wanted to play with his car, he was gonna use their money to rent one until they gave it back. He was gonna make his mother regret giving him access to their account.

“Fasho,” Caprice replied happily. She would be more than happy to drive him anywhere that he wanted to go as long as it wasn’t her house.

“The fuck!”

Monty listened to the operator on the pre-paid prison call. He was shocked when he heard the name that was said but he waited to be connected. It was a free call because they didn’t prompt him to accept it.

“What’s good, fam?” DJ asked once the call was connected.

“Nigga, I know muthafucking well you ain’t back in that raggedy muthafucka.”

As far as he knew, DJ had been doing okay for himself. He worked at the plant with his father and older brother. He still did his street shit but he wasn’t in too deep with it. Thankfully, the call let him know that his boy was still local, so maybe it wasn’t that bad.

“Man, outchea playing with these hoes and got stopped by the law. I had a few blunts on me and they acting like a nigga is El Chapo round this bitch.”

“Damn, man. Ain’t you still on papers?”

“Yeah but this free call is about to end. I’m bout’ to call you right back. Answer the phone.”

Monty already knew what that meant. DJ either had a cell phone or he had access to one. When the phone rang again, an unfamiliar number popped up.