Misunderstood (Toussaint Mafia #4)

Chapter 9

“ S weetheart,” he said lowly stepping into the dark room.

Boston rested on the large bed peacefully as she lightly snored. Peace saw her hair was in the bonnet while she wore her sleep mask, and he smirked. He went over to the bed and leaned down to kiss her cheeks lovingly. She smelled so good with her vanilla scented body oil she had on that it made him want to lick her all over.

“Love you pretty ass girl. Daddy gotta make some runs, I’ll be back,” he whispered.

Boston stirred but kept her eyes closed as she replied, “I love you more papa, be safe and don’t be gone too long.”

Peace kissed her again before standing.

“Only thing that would stop me from coming back to you is God.”

Peace exited the room and as he was grabbing his favorite pistol from the hallway closet he ran into Mrs. Toussaint. Peace would never voice it, but damn Boston’s momma aged like fine wine. She was fine as hell and looked to be Boston’s older sister instead of her mom. It pleased him to see how stunning she still was because with women for the most part all you had to do was follow them home to see what you had waiting on you in the future. Boston’s momma was giving younger women a run for their money, so he knew he had nothing to worry about when it came to his wife.

“Peace, is she asleep yet?” Mrs. Toussaint asked smiling.

Peace nodded as he gave her a quick hug.

“Yeah she sleep, Mrs. Toussaint. Thank you for everything. Boston wasn’t well when Ossa got shot. Honestly you being here has saved her in so many ways, I appreciate that,” Peace felt compelled to tell Boston’s mom.

He didn’t care about the particulars’. He wasn’t emotional in that way. He was more of a rational type of thinker. He knew Carlos Toussaint wasn’t shit. Hell, to be honest his own father wasn’t shit so he wouldn’t judge.

“You don’t have to thank me, Peace. I know how things look to you all but that isn’t the case. I never stopped loving my girls and now that I’m back I will do all that I can to ensure they are well loved by their momma. Be safe out there tonight and you should know, you are a good husband, your father would be proud,” Mrs. Toussaint replied before grabbing her purse and leaving the penthouse.

Peace briefly thought of his late father before doubling back to his bedroom. Boston was sleeping hard as her cellphone illuminated on the nightstand beside her. Peace went over to the phone and his brows furrowed as he noticed messages from someone named X.

He grabbed the phone and looked at the message thread as his heart raced.

X: You good, you don’t have to reply right away. I know you a married woman with one on the way. I got a feeling motherhood gone look good on you though. God is forgiving, and when you go to him with a clean heart, He receives it. Don’t let the devil make you out to be the bad guy forever. That’s his destiny not yours. All this stressing isn’t good for the baby, B.

“The fuck,” Peace grumbled sliding up the messages and realizing that Boston had been texting this X person for months and he didn’t know it. “Who the fuck is this wanna be holy nigga?”

Peace read several more messages before putting Boston’s phone back onto the nightstand. He kissed her one last time on the top of her head before leaving out of the room.

“Hit me if you need me Luther,” Peace told his door guard before exiting his place.

An hour later Peace was in a different part of the city on a mission. The chrome of his pistol seemed to glow under the nights lighting as it was perched on his lap. Weed smoke clung to the ceiling of the old school car that was tag less and without a vin number as rap music melodically serenaded the space around them. Peace took calming breaths as he stared out of his window and at the townhome that was in a newly renovated part of Black Bottoms. The places were going for around $120,000 and Peace shook his head at the way the Chery’s was being cheap as fuck when it came to protecting their interest.

“Cheap ass niggas got her out here in this bullshit. Wind blow to hard and its bound to tear this shit down,” he grumbled making Ossa chuckle.

Ossa had his seat reclined back far as he watched a video monitor of his daughter sleeping peacefully in her crib. Their sole mission for linking up was to handle a problem that could potentially get Boston taken away. Peace wasn’t into harming women or kids, but a rat ass bitch would and could get put down any day of the week.

“Yeah but she from the bottom. She think these low end townhomes is hitting for something. How did you know she was talking to them niggas?” Ossa asked putting his phone away.

Peace pulled his dreads away from his face and banded them at the back of his neck as he replied.

“Maia told Promise they saw Namari going into Rocco’s club one night and everything made sense. The messages from the phone and them niggas knowing for certain that B did the shit. I should have handled her when she and Boston was arguing awhile back. She came over to the house mad that Jaquis wasn’t gonna wife her up. Obviously the nigga still wanted Masami and when Boston heard that she was pissed at her. They was going at it until I stepped in and told her to leave. Boston never said shit else about it, but I always had a feeling after that night that the bitch would snitch. We both know miserable ass people don’t wanna see you do good. It’s all good though. She can take the offer or be put in the dirt,” Peace remarked.

Ossa exhaled. Both men were dressed in black and in the backseat of the car was enough artillery to clear out the block in case any of the Chery’s wanted to pull up with the smoke. But Peace didn’t think it would be hard. The Chery’s weren’t the type of family to stand on business. They needed help at all times and now that nobody was backing their bullshit the niggas was staying out the way like the pussies they were.

“Yeah and I pray she chooses the latter. Especially since she pregnant but we gone step for Boston every time. Fuck the dumb shit and it ain’t our fault Namari chose the wrong side. B know you here?”

Peace frowned as he looked over at Ossa and they chuckled.

“Nigga you already know. Her ass is sleep with a face mask on and footless pajamas. Your moms cooked her a bunch of food and after she ate she was done for. I was worried before because she was stressing a lot when you got shot but she’s gotten better. I don’t wanna talk out of turn but your OG being back has helped shit out with Boston a lot. Boston’s blood pressure is down, and the baby is doing better. Boston’s ankles aren’t even swollen like they was before. I’m hoping she can deliver our baby with no problems man,” Peace admitted knowing that if anything was to happen to Boston or his child he would lose his entire mind behind it.

“I’m happy she’s doing better. Boston always been like my kid and shit,” Ossa smirked. “She would follow me around and I did everything for her. I love the fuck out of her man, and I can’t believe her ass is about to be a momma. She’s gonna be good at it though. She’s maternal as hell.”

Peace thought about how loving and nurturing Boston was, and he nodded. He’d wanted her the moment she stepped into his office, trying to collect money for her father. He’d seen her in passing before, but that night was different—she had an aura he couldn’t shake. Her sweet voice lingered in his thoughts, and he found himself imagining how perfectly she’d fit against him. Boston was a rarity, and he wasn’t about to let her go for anything. Now, she was about to give him a child, and that only deepened his love for her. His biggest concerns were keeping her out of jail and ensuring a safe delivery. To make those things happen, he was willing to put everything on the line—even his life and his freedom.

“Yeah she’s the shit. Softer than my momma ever was. She already prays to the baby and reads the baby books. She be saying she gone teach the baby yoga and shit. I’m like only if it’s a girl, the fuck,” he cracked, and Ossa chuckled.

Peace thought of the messages in Boston’s phone, and he cleared his throat.

“You ever heard of Boston talking about a nigga named X?” he asked.

Ossa shook his head.

“Nah, I haven’t. Everything good? You know my lil sis wouldn’t do you dirty like that. She loves your ugly ass.”

Peace shook his head.

“I know it’s not like that. They mainly talk about God. He prays for her a lot and she tells him her fears. She thinks she might go to Hell for what happened. I’m not no jealous nigga in the least but I wanna be Boston’s everything. I don’t feel comfortable with her going to another man and telling him her fears. Bring that shit to me and even if I don’t pray, I’ll learn that day. You know?” Peace asked wanting to make sure he wasn’t bugging.

He didn’t think Boston was cheating in any kind of way, but emotional attachments was real. He didn’t want Boston to go to anyone but him. He wanted to be the one to kill her fears and worry not the next man.

“I feel you because I would lose my shit if Imani was texting another nigga to confide in him. I do know of this nigga named X from Detroit. He’s from the streets though. I didn’t know he was preaching about God. Last I heard about him, he’d clapped half of the eastside niggas over stolen drugs a few years back. Had a big ass case against him for it too but he beat it. His pops is like a hood millionaire and shit. Nigga like the Larry Hoover of Detroit,” Ossa explained.

Peace shrugged. He wasn’t as tapped into the street life in Detroit as Ossa was. Peace’s father made sure to keep him and his brother away from Detroit for the most part until they were grown. Once he was of age he still didn’t venture down that way a lot because he loved Marcy Falls. To him wasn’t no city fucking with his hometown.

“Nah I don’t think that’s him. This nigga sound like a lame. I’m sure he ain’t no street nigga but still he don’t need to be comforting my wife. I don’t wanna stress B out but she gotta dead that shit. I was mad as fuck when I read them messages. He asking about my baby and shit. Telling her to pray and relax her mind. That’s my fucking job, not his,” Peace grumbled ready to kill whoever the X character was.

“Yeah, I agree with you my nigga. She would have to end that shit asap. Wouldn’t want that nigga to catch feelings or that could be his angle. Niggas use God to pull women all the time,” Ossa replied as a black Ford truck pulled into the driveway of Namari’s townhome.

Ossa and Peace got quiet as they watched Namari exit the truck. She was all smiles as she reached into the backseat and pulled out Target bags.

“For her life on the line, the bitch could at least be busting down Saks,” Ossa shook his head.

Peace smirked as he grabbed the papers from the middle console.

“Let’s go have a word with this mouthy ass bitch.”

Peace and Ossa exited the old school car and ventured across the street keeping their heads low in case anyone had cameras on the front of their townhomes. Peace used the key that he had made to unlock Namari’s back door, and they let themselves in. Quietly they ventured through the home while putting on gloves.

“Ahh!” Namari screamed while sitting on the suede pink blush sofa. She jumped up still wearing her street clothes while staring at them.

Peace briefly eyed her small belly before scanning the townhome. Earlier he had his people enter through the back of the townhome and remove the cameras while disabling the alarm. It was so easy it didn’t even take an hour which spoke volumes for how much the Chery’s really cared about her.

“Congratulations on the baby. I see she’s growing at a good rate. Your doctor said in your files that you was weighing in high for your pregnancy which means you are farther along then you thought. Did you know that?” Peace screwed the silencer onto the pistol praying he didn’t have to use it. He watched Namari’s eyes start to water and he shook his head. “Let’s not play victim, ma. Coming for my wife was like summoning me. You had to know that once you made a deal with them niggas that this is how you would end up.”

Namari’s tears fell fast as she slowly sat on the edge of the sofa. Her legs rocked nervously as Ossa removed the papers from his back pocket. He unfolded the papers while clearing his throat.

“I’ve never laid down a woman and I don’t want today to be that day, Namari. This is your only chance to walk away. Do you understand how generous we’re being right now considering the shit you did?” Ossa frowned.

Namari nodded as she swiped her tears away with the back of her hand.

“I just wanted her to understand how I felt. Never have I judged her, and she would turn her back on me? I’m supposed to be her best friend, and she just cut me off like that. I need her and I’m lonely. I had no one and I am?—"

“Nah, save that shit for when you get to them gates. We don’t wanna hear your bullshit ass sob story. I’ma need for you to sign these papers. It’s for you and your baby to get a new life, away from here because if you stay you know what that means right?” Peace asked passing Namari the paperwork for her name change.

Namari shuffled through the papers and when she came across the last paper document she swallowed hard.

“There is nothing mentally wrong with me. If I sign this paper then that’s making you all my guardian. You could have me locked away if you wanted to,” she frowned.

Ossa removed his pistol as he frowned at her.

“The only other option is laying in the ground, Namari. This wasn’t up for debate. If you stay away then all the shit you signing won’t matter. We made a new life for you and your kid. Trust snitches don’t get this type of treatment, so I think the appropriate word is thank you because I lowkey feel like we’re making a mistake. Like maybe,” Ossa said, and Peace smirked as he watched Ossa fiddle with his pistol knowing that Ossa wouldn’t truly harm Namari unless he had to. “The only way to make this right is to kill you. I’m feeling like you violated and the punishment for that can only be one thing. Boston never did shit but show you love. You played her in the worst way, and I don’t like that. I will do anything to protect my family. Anything Namari, now sign the papers and put your shoes on. I don’t wanna hear shit about packing, calling nobody and I don’t wanna see no tears. I don’t have any sympathy for you and that baby is saving ya fucking life. Now move fast before I say fuck it and do some shit that’s gone have me praying to God tonight,” Ossa barked.

Namari moved fast, hand shaking as she shuffled through the paper signing away her rights, her freedom in a sense and creating a new identity. Peace watched her intently praying she stayed in the small town they were about to place her in. It was calmer than Marcy Falls but for someone that was facing a bullet it was a good deal. She had a house waiting on her, a job at Peace’s cousin restaurant where she would be watched and a car. Honestly she had a chance to get things right however if she fucked up this time it was over for her.

“Think of this as the witness protection program. You can’t speak to any of your family or friends. We will have people watching you the entire time and one slip up we coming through. You already know how we are, Namari. You call the cops or the Chery’s, and we’ll know. I been watching you here for weeks. Watching Rocco pull through and your cousin in that beat up ass Malibu she has. You not untouchable, and neither is them niggas or your family. I want you to really think about your life and your kid. If you value it stay in that town, shut the fuck up about Boston and move on with your life. Now come on, my people is about to get you ready, and she’ll give you the run down on the rest of the stuff. Understood?” Peace asked.

Namari nodded as she wiped her tears.

“Thank you guys and I’m truly sorry. Please tell Boston that it wasn’t supposed to?—"

“Bitch come on,” Ossa grumbled. “And one more thing we need you to do before you get up out of here. We need you to call Rocco for us,” Ossa remarked before ushering Namari out of the room.

Peace smirked as he shook his head, internally praying he was making the right choice by not killing her.

Promise: He gone on a flight to Cali for a few days. We’ll pull up on his ass when he gets back. Close that deal and take your wife on a fucking date brah.

Peace rubbed the back of his neck as he read the message one last time.

“Nigga would be doing the same shit if it was Maia,” he frowned, putting his phone away.

“What you say baby?”

Peace looked over at Boston and felt compelled to grab her hand and place a kiss to the back of it. Never in his life did he think he would be that man. He didn’t even come from the type of life that encouraged affection and love. He could count on both hands how many times he saw his parents hug and kiss. Shit like that just wasn’t normal in his world but Boston changed that. Had him wanting to do things that made her smile. Her presence made him feel so good that he would ensure he did all that he could to keep her around. She wanted a shelter, so he was renovating her one. She was tired of the penthouse and wanting a house, so he put her in the biggest one he could buy.

He overheard her saying she wanted a date that would catch her off guard so what was he doing? Taking her to a dinner in the sky in Dubai. Damn for love, good pussy and the woman of your dreams he’d turned sucka, but he didn’t care. He’d lay down any man that wanted to go in on him about that shit. This was Boston Toussaint, and she wasn’t your regular woman. She was special and she didn’t get the regular treatment. Only the best for her and if he had to fly fifteen hours, eat pussy while doing so then rub feet he didn’t mind. He was in love for the first time in his life and he was open, shit it was the only way to say it.

However now with love he was also feeling an array of other emotions. Worry when it came to Boston’s health and her freedom. Also, slight jealousy at her friendship with this X character. Peace had never been jealous of anyone or anything, so he wasn’t sure what to do with the emotion. It had him ready to pull the trigger because who the fuck was this nigga trying to be there for his fucking wife?

It wasn’t cool and he knew he had to handle it asap.

“You good? My baby okay?” he asked, staring into her deep blue eyes.

Boston sporting a blue two piece dress that was silk and form fitting smiled. She adjusted the Pucci scarf that was on her head while pulling out her oversized Dior shades that were the same color as her eyes.

“I am and I really needed this get away. I was so sad that I missed Vegas, so this was needed. Plus, the flight wasn’t that long,” she cheesed.

Peace popped the crook in his neck as he relaxed in the back of the Mercedes wagon.

“Yeah it was cool, my neck is cramped from eating your pussy at the angle I did but shit I’d do it again,” he admitted, watching her blush. “I wanted us to spend some time together. I want you to know that I’m never too busy for you and that us having this baby not gone slow us down. I’ma still take you out, work that pussy good and make you smile.”

Boston grinned at him; already wet he was certain because his wife was a freak. The sexiest, nastiest freak and he knew he had to stay on his shit with her. She wasn’t the type to cheat but the chemistry they had was insane and he didn’t want that to fizzle out. Especially since they were about to have a little one running around demanding all their attention.

“And I believe you. Also don’t think I’ma be one of those tired, can’t get myself together type of mommas. Me and the baby is gonna be good. I’ma have this body snap back in record timing and I’ll be back to pleasing daddy the right way very soon. I know things are happening fast. From the baby to the wedding and I don’t want us to get lost in it. I want to stay close with you as not just my husband but as my friend. That’s important to me, Peace.”

Peace leaned over and kissed Boston’s cheek as the car pulled to a stop in the entrance of the line to the restaurant. He relaxed in his seat as he eyed his wife.

“It’s important to me too, sweetheart. You sure you good?” he couldn’t help but to ask again, always concerned about her health. Boston nodded while smiling as he stared at her. If she were ever to get emotionally attached to a man that wasn’t him that shit would for sure make him go crazy. “What you feel is important to me too, baby,” he expressed.

Boston nodded.

“I know baby and your feelings matter to me as well. Now let’s go eat,” she smiled. “At this amazing place because what? My husband flew me fifteen hours for a date, these niggas could never,” she joked, phone out for a photo of them and Peace nodded because shit he knew they couldn’t.

Peace drew closer to Boston so that she could take the photos before they exited the car. Peace placed his hand at the top of her ass while guiding her onto the ramp. They signed waver forms before being harnessed into their seats and he felt his nerves start to grow. He’d been in shoot-outs and survived the unthinkable but having dinner several feet in the air was some different shit. He knew his people would clown him if they saw the shit he was doing to make Boston smile.

As Boston rotated in her seat Peace made sure her harness was snapped in tightly and his not wanting to take any chances.

“I promise you good my man,” the server chuckled watching him.

Peace ignored the nigga checking one last time before sitting back.

“Welcome to your dinner in the sky. This date night is a special one as you two are the only guests in attendance and your menu has been created specifically for Mrs. Boston Marceline. Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Marceline,” the cook spoke cheerfully and Boston grinned harder.

She was so happy that her giddiness made Peace relax as the contraption of the table, stand, and harness they were on began to ascend into the sky. Peace kind of trippy about heights chose to not look behind him as the Dubai skyline began to greet them.

“First we have your appetizer coming right up, all creole dishes from New Orleans. Is that fine with you, Mrs. Marceline?”

Boston leaned over and grabbed Peace’s hand while smiling.

“As long as I have this man beside me I don’t care what we’re facing or what we’re eating. I’m not going anywhere so yes that sounds amazing. But don’t fuck it up either though,” she playfully warned the cook.

The cook chuckled, a little too happy for Peace liking but he didn’t call him out. Boston had that effect on all types of men. He was used to men being bewitched by her same as he was.

“Baby this is so amazing. Like I don’t even know what to say other than thank you and I love you,” Boston spoke softly.

Peace moved some of her ash blond hair that escaped the scarf away from her face as he sighed.

“Anything for you B. Tell me what’s going on with you?”

Boston grabbed her ice water while smiling.

“Nothing much baby.”

Peace eyed her as she casually sipped her water, his hand resting on her thigh. He wished he’d brought a blunt, but Dubai’s rules were stricter than the U.S., and he wasn’t about to risk getting locked up in another country over something dumb.

“You sure you’re okay? A lot’s going on right now, B. From your mom coming back to your pops leaving…and the case. I could keep going, sweetheart, but I just wanna know how you’re handling all of this.”

Boston’s gaze softened as she looked at him and shook her head. “I’m okay, Peace. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate with opening the new clubs, and I don’t wanna add to that. I’ll be fine, and if I’m not, I’ll tell you,” she assured him softly.

Or that other nigga, the side of his brain that got ignorant from time to time chimed in.

Peace briefly bit his bottom lip as the chef started preparing their appetizer. He watched Boston snap videos and take a few photos before speaking again.

“You’re my wife, B. If something’s bothering you, it’s bothering me too. You’re not adding extra weight to my shoulders—I’m a man, built for this. It’s my job to carry the heavy load so you don’t have to. You want us to be friends, right?”

Boston nodded, and he could see her fighting to let her guard down. It lowkey hurt Peace because he hadn’t realized she felt uncomfortable opening up to him until that moment, and it made him feel like a hoe-ass nigga for not seeing it. But then again, they’d had what most would call a shotgun wedding, and now they were expecting a baby. They hadn’t had time to build a strong friendship first, so now they were having to circle back and redo some things. But he didn’t mind. Peace liked challenges and hard work. That was how he knew he could elevate in whatever area was needed.

“I do and I mean that. I’m also telling you the truth when I say that if I have any issues I’ll let you know. Now tell me about this potential business partner that you wanna meet here? Who is he?”

Peace kept himself from frowning as he looked at Boston. He didn’t wanna push her too hard but damn to know she wasn’t ready to tell him her inner feelings wasn’t a good feeling for him.

He relaxed in his seat as he caressed her thigh.

“It’s Marcos Yaasmin. He recently bought some property over here, and I think he might be interested in helping us get BedPeace opened up here. He’s from Michigan like us, but it’s still a stretch. I’d probably have to give up a lot of equity in the business if he makes it happen because he’d be putting his reputation on the line for us. It’s still up in the air, but he’s a solid dude. Crazy thing is, he had a twin who passed a few years back, so we connect over that too. And he’s a businessman, like me, so I’m hopeful I can make it happen.”

Boston leaned over, kissed his lips softly, and looked into his eyes.

“There’s nothing you can’t do, Peace. Never forget that,” she whispered against his lips, making his dick hard.

Peace gripped her chin as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

“We have to stay in our seats securely,” the chef said making Boston giggle.

Peace kissed her one last time still gripping her chin as he looked into her eyes.

“I love your pretty ass and don’t ever forget that,” he let her know before allowing her to sit back in her seat and his eyes traveled over to the chef who was preparing their first course. “And if you interrupt me and my wife while we kissing again my man, I’ma toss your big belly ass over this shit we in,” he frowned.

The chef chuckled along with Boston like he was joking however he wasn’t. Peace didn’t play about his wife, his family, and his money. He also wasn’t privy to niggas telling him what to do.

“What kind of push gift you want, B?” he asked as she eyed the appetizer that was before her with hungry eyes.

Boston hummed as she grabbed her fork to tear into the fried crawfish.

“Ummm I don’t know. A healthy baby is all we both want but if daddy is feeling friendly a new truck would be nice. You know my truck was taken back by my dad months ago. Hell, it’s probably in the DEA warehouse as we speak or they driving my shit,” she frowned before stuffing her mouth. Boston’s eyes rolled as she tasted the food. “Baby this is so good! We gotta tip him,” she smiled, mouth full of food.

Peace smirked as his hand slipped higher up her thigh. Boston tore into her food refusing to go on with the conversation and he chuckled knowing she liked what she was eating. Because Boston didn’t tear up food that she didn’t like.

“Yeah, you doing good. She loves this shit and she’s right, as long as she clean every plate I’ma make sure you can take a month off your shift with our tip,” Peace told him making the chef grin hard at his words.

Peace watched Boston enjoy her food as he relaxed in his seat and at that moment nothing, but their little family mattered to him. Making him tell himself that he would give Boston and his child the best version of himself even if that meant he adjusted his work life and hustling mentality because they deserved to have all of him present with them. He’d be able to give them what he didn’t have as a child which was a happy home life.

“Love your ass girl,” he told her deciding to try out his food.

Boston blew him a kiss as she grabbed more food.

“I love you too papa.”