Page 36 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon 2

“Oh, I’m very familiar with him.” Toni perked up, surprising Essence.

“You look nice and healthy, shorty. How are the babies?”

“Don’t ask about my kids,” Toni quipped, ready to turn up on him.

Bull reached under the table and grabbed her thigh, giving it a squeeze. In other words, telling her to ‘chill’.

“I don’t get it.” Confusion crowded Essence’s face, and Toni caught the anger lingering in her husband’s eyes.

“No, you wouldn’t.” Toni sighed. “I don’t know if you’re stupid or slow⁠—”

“T,” Bull warned.

“No! Don’t T me! Not for her!

“Excuse me? You don’t know me or shit about me or Bull for that matter. I know you’re not sitting there trying to judge me when you were fucking his brother not long before you got with him and trapped him with babies!”

Toni quickly shot to her feet, fists balled at her side. Bull immediately reached for her arm and pulled her back down beside him.

“Not here.” He shook his head.

“She don’t get to talk to me like that.”

“T, take a walk. Go find Mama and the kids.”

“You really trying to dismiss me right now, Bezai? Is that what we doing?”

“Come here.” He grabbed her face, planting a soft, calming kiss against her lips that left Essence rolling her eyes.

Toni’s shoulders relaxed as his tongue briefly intersected with hers before he pulled away and looked into her eyes.

“Give me five minutes.”

“Okay,” she agreed, cutting her eyes at Essence before they landed on Midas. “You’ll never get a pass from me for kidnapping me and my kids. I don’t care who you married to.” Toni stomped off with those last words, and Essence’s mouth slipped open.

“What is she talking about, Marchonne?”

“Nothing, baby. She tripping.” He brushed it off, and Niva watched Toni strut off.

Bull leaned forward, peeping Niva lingering in the background, watching Lotus with Eazy in a nearby booth, grabbing the hibachi she was talking about.

“Yeah, tell yourself whatever you need to, Midas.”

“What’s up, Bull? I thought we were going to try this amicable shit? Matter of fact, I ain’t been able to reach Brax lately. You know what happened or where I can find him?”

Bull didn’t blink nor budge. Instead, he narrowed his eyes on his opponent.

“Nah. That nigga in the wind, and I don’t really care either way. Since you ain’t got your ally, you might want to figure out your next move. You sure Prospect Pointe is still the place for you?”

“Are you threatening him?” Essence stepped in front of her husband. “I’m sorry, Bull, what gives you the right?” Although fired up, Essence was a little ego driven in the moment, too, thinking Bull’s anger was solely based on her.

The fact of the matter was, she was the last thing on his mind when it came to Midas.

“E, if you want to let this nigga get in your head and turn you against your own people, by all means, carry on the bird brain activity, but don’t put that on me as something else. It’s about far more than whatever he got you snowed into believing.”

“Ain’t nobody got me snowed on shit, Bull. Midas cares about me. He listens to me. He sees me as me. I’m his partner as far as he’s concerned. We don’t have to hide things or lie⁠—”

“All he’s been doing is hiding and lying to you since he fucking met you! Listen to your delusional ass! This nigga got your head gone! I don’t know if you that fucking lonely, or that fucking dumb⁠—"