Page 37 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon 2

“Aye, ain’t gon’ be too much on my wife,” Midas spoke up.

“Fuck you!” Bull spat. “Ain’t no coming back from any of this for you. Only reason you alive right now is because I ain’t figured out quite how I want to end yo’ ass yet. Don’t worry. Your time is fucking coming.” Bull climbed off his picnic table and walked off to find his wife.

“Well, I guess we all part of the out crowd around here,” Niva joked.

Essence had tears in her eyes, which upset Midas for more than one reason as a frown hardened his features. For one, he didn’t like seeing her cry. He might have started this whole thing with an agenda, but Essence was starting to grow on him. She was sweet and smart. The kind of woman you can give a bag to, and she can flip that shit. She was always looking at stocks, property opportunities, and other ways to cut corners and save money like couponing. Most people might consider that being cheap or broke, but Midas thought it was smart. She could bulk up on some shit at a clearance price, and that shit always blew his mind when she came in from shopping and told him how much she spent on some household shit.

“E, don’t let that shit get to you,” Midas insisted.

“I’m not.” She sniffled back tears and turned to him. “You want to go check out Mama Lila’s? I know you said you wanted that turkey leg.”

“Fa sho, let’s try to have a good time, baby.”

“I’m gonna go grab me a drink from the bar. I’ll catch up to y’all,” Niva told them.

“Okay.” Essence fell in stride with Midas in the opposite direction.

Bull allowed himself to cool off on his journey across the street where he found Toni with the kids and Brenda, a table filled with empty boats and food containers from nearly every booth. Breeze sat happily beside his mama, stuffing his face with chicken from Mama Lila’s, while Bijou stood in her chair beside Brenda, dipping her Puff in cream cheese and taking big bites, leaving a mess on her face. His mother swayed and snapped her fingers to the live R & B playing nearby, a fresh margarita in her hand from Agave. She grinned when Bull approached, although he was clearly unhappy judging from the scowl on his face.

“Hey, everything okay?” Brenda asked.

“Yeah.” Bull nodded.

“I told the kids when they finished that we would go get on the streetcar. You two want to join us?”

“What you think, baby?” Toni rose and wrapped her arms around her man.

Matching her energy, he locked his behind her back and stared down into her face.

“Yeah, I’m down. Let me use the bathroom and grab a drink first.”

“Okay, you hear that, babies? Finish your food, and we’ll all get on the streetcar for a ride.”

“Yeah!” Jou Jou cheered. “I ride!”

Toni grinned, but her husband pulled away from her. She was happy that her kids were happy. They absolutely adored their grandmother, and although the two started off rocky, and occasionally butted heads on a few things like her overcompensating on the kids and the drinking, Toni was grateful for her. It would be easy to hate her considering everything with Bronx, but Brenda saw how Bull loved Toni. He’d go to war over her with anyone and had already proven as much. Brenda didn’t want to be that kind of obstacle anymore. Braxton was gone, and as far as she was concerned, so was his vendetta.

Ten minutes later, Bull gripped a triple Don Julio in his Agave Crossing cup and helped his kids onto the streetcar behind his mother. He and Toni took the car behind them. She scooted next to her man, and Bull draped an arm behind her back. It was dark, and the storm clouds rolled in, but the night was still perfect.

“You sure you’re good?” Toni reached up to run her fingers through the back of his locs and then stroked his neck.

“Yeah.” Bull glanced at her but sensed she might have something on her mind. “You?”

When she didn’t say anything, but her eyes fell on the streetcar floor, Bull paused.

“Antonia.”

“I didn’t know when or how to tell you this. I’ve been overwhelmed thinking about it all day. I even told Ham to give me until later tonight to be the one to do it.”

“Tell me what? Do what, T? What you talking about?”

“When I took the kids to the park, someone approached me.”

“Who?” Bull’s brows knitted together.

“He said his name was Sudan.”

Bull’s grip tightened on his cup, and his nostrils flared.