A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

TIME’S UP

TIME’S UP

Boom! Boom! Boom!

“Shit! The fuck was that?” Antonia hissed, pulling the sheets against her naked body.

After only a year with Toni, he knew he wanted to wife her, despite the many complications already in his life.

Bronx didn’t think a woman like her could love him the way she did.

Toni was sweet and chaste. A diamond in a sea of cubic zirconia.

In her eyes, he was this invincible giant sent to protect her from the harsh world.

Little did she know, she’d barely scratched the surface of who he really was.

Although Bronx loved her, fucked her good, and treated her like a princess, there was still something missing.

Most of the time they spent was limited because of his busy work schedule, so she took advantage of the opportunities to lay up with him, like tonight.

With her stomach tanking, she instantly regretted it.

There were parts of Bronx that he would never reveal to her.

He didn’t want to fall short of anything in her eyes.

Toni was the kind of woman to breathe life into you, and she didn’t even see it.

She was easily one of the most beautiful women in the world, but it was how humble and timid she was that fucked him up, and probably any other man who came across her.

She was sexy, but soft; she could be playful and funny.

A jeans and tight graphic t-shirts kind of girl, but when she turned it up, she could slay any bitch in her presence.

“Put your shit on,” Bronx ordered, snatching Toni from her thoughts and immediately going for his gun on top of the night table.

It seemed like they’d just fallen asleep.

The moonlight outside the window poked through the slits of the blinds.

With her heart ramming against her ribcage, she scrambled to get to the other side of the bed so she could climb to the floor and get dressed.

In his boxers and diamond cross chain hanging over his cut chest, Bronx inched closer to the closed bedroom door with his gun aimed to go.

Loud voices and heavy footsteps pounded in their direction, and Toni hopped into her tights before snatching her t-shirt up and rushing it over her head inside out.

Kneeling on the side of the bed, she listened as the door was forced open, and Bronx was caught off guard. Two masked men dressed in all black that doubled his size rushed in with sawed off shotguns swinging. Like a soldier in the battlefield, Toni quietly hit the floor, praying she wasn’t noticed.

“The fuck?” Bronx barely got a word out before one of the assailants yanked his chain off his neck and clocked him across the face with the butt of his weapon.

Covering her mouth to conceal her screams, Toni remained face down on her stomach and chest. Bronx landed on the floor on the opposite side of the bed.

His spice brown eyes full of fear when they landed on her.

If she’d been any other bitch, he wouldn’t care if she lived or died, but she read it there in that moment. He loved her, and he fucked up.

“Where is it?” one man demanded, and Toni watched the tip of the shotgun press into the back of Bronx’s head.

On his hand was an image of a skeleton skull with an X through one eye and a dark hole in the other. With the shadow of death looming over her, Toni wondered if they would make it out of this. Now, everything she hadn’t done or wanted to do in her life flashed before her eyes.

“The fuck you talking about?” he spat.

“Nigga must think we stupid or something.” Another chuckled menacingly.

“Stupid? Fa sho. Must have a death wish too,” Bronx replied smugly with his chin propping his head against the carpet.

Even in the face of his demise, he wasn’t scared. His rich sienna skin glistened with sweat, but there was no sign of terror. He was born an Andrews man, and that meant there was no bitch in his blood. He might have his flaws, but that was between him and God.

“You hear this nigga? Got heart. I’ll give him that. Roll yo’ bitch ass over!” The one with the shotgun against Bronx’s back ordered.

Trembling, Toni watched him do as he was told, hands in the air in surrender. The assailant trapped Bronx between his legs and knelt enough so they were nearly eye level. He still had the mask on, his dark, soulless eyes peering into Bronx’s before a smile danced around in them.

“See, what you don’t realize is, you won’t make it out of here whether we get what we want or not. That’s the beauty of this shit.” A grin spread through the mouth opening of his mask.

“Fuck you!” Bronx challenged.

Pop!

Toni hadn’t realized she’d screamed until it was too late.

Seeing the way his body jerked shattered her.

Hurried footsteps padded around the bed in her direction, and when she lifted her eyes, she was met with the double barrel of the weapon.

With the urge to vomit lingering in her mouth, she could barely make out the men towering over her through the well of tears piled in her eyes.

“Please don’t shoot me,” she pleaded shakily.

“Damn, shorty bad as fuck.” His homie groaned behind him.

“We ain’t here for that.” His partner kneeled and snatched Toni up by the arm. “Tell us what we want to hear so we can get the fuck out of here.” Her soft breasts pressed into his hard torso, and she searched his tea brown eyes curiously burning into hers.

His friend was right; she was gorgeous. It was easy to get lost in her slanted, oval-shaped, whiskey-colored eyes. She couldn’t see his face, but something told her he was attractive. His strength was a giveaway that he was also in shape, never letting up on his grip.

“Take a walk with me.” He dragged her to the door, stepping over Bronx’s lifeless body. “Tear this mothafucka up until you find what we came here for,” he instructed over his shoulder.

“What do you want?” Toni whimpered.

He forced her from the back of the townhome to the kitchen, where there was access to a small basement. Using unnecessary force, he tugged her down the stairs, damn near causing her to fall.

“I’ll know it when I see it. Where would he hide some shit around here?”

“I don’t know. He doesn’t live here full time,” she answered, panic lacing her tone. “This is just one of his spots.”

“Then give me the location of the other ones,” he growled.

“Why? You’re just going to kill me too when I give it to you, aren’t you?”

Although he appreciated her boldness, in that moment, he wasn’t about to play with her.

“You want to end up like that bitch nigga upstairs?” he tested. “Try me, shorty. I didn’t come here for this.”

“There’s a panel in the far-left corner.” She nodded in that direction, and he quickly glanced over his shoulder. “If you press on it, it’ll pop up, and there’s a space where he stores stuff.”

Bronx didn’t know she knew that.

For Christmas last year, she decorated this place for them and was looking for somewhere to hide his gifts when she came across it.

What she found left her with more questions that she didn’t want to know the answers to.

There was so much cash, diamonds, and jewels that her mind spun.

No way he had those in his possession legally.

She couldn’t say exactly what Bronx was into, but she’d heard rumors about the Andrews family for a long time.

You had to live under a rock around these parts not to know who they were.

It was speculated that they were tied to mob bosses, gun rings, and anything else illegal that they came across.

There wasn’t a job too risky or complicated for them to take.

“Good looking out.” Bobbing his head, he inched closer to the space she referenced and did what she said.

When the wall popped like a latch, he shouted upstairs for the other man to join him. Pulling the panel and setting it aside, he stuck his arm into the small space.

“You find it?” his boy asked, barreling down the wooden steps.

“I found a lot more than that.” You would have thought it was his birthday the way his eyes glistened.

Pulling out a duffle bag first, he dropped it at his feet and unzipped it.

There was so much cash it made his dick hard as he reached inside for a stack and brought it to his nose.

The fresh money scent intoxicated him. His boy ran over to enjoy the moment with him.

The men being caught up in the treasure they located gave Toni ample time to race up the staircase at top speed.

Pop!

The bullet barely missed her head, sending her tripping onto the stairs when she had nearly reached the top.

“The fuck you think you going? Go take care of her.” Setting his gun on a nearby wooden workbench table, Mr. Mesmerizing Eyes shook his head and pulled something else out.

The painting was covered in thick plastic.

For a long moment, he drank in the portrait he was holding with dollar signs dancing around his eyes.

Yelling, kicking, and screaming, Toni was determined not to go down without a fight.

The second man brought her back upstairs and set her on her feet in front of him.

Taking that as her cue to try to get away again, she bolted toward the townhome entrance.

“Look, don’t make me fuck you up!”

With her hand on the knob of the door and a gun against her back, she stiffened.

“We got what we came for. Handle her pretty ass.” His boy had the duffel slung over one shoulder and held the painting with both hands, approaching them in the small entry space.