Misunderstood (Toussaint Mafia #4)

Chapter 22

Toussaint Girls

Masami: Max called; they officially dropped all the charges. With dad gone they have no case.

Maia: About time. They carried it on over nothing.

Meilani: Right, wasting those tax payers hard earned money and shit.

B oston smiled as she put her phone away. She briefly eyed her mom, who was helping out with passing the food. The room was packed with homeless people looking for clothing, food, and shelter. Shelter that her new building could soon provide for them. Knowing that she did a good thing was warming her heart because Boston didn’t wanna live her life, only to die and go to hell. She wanted to plant good seeds into the world and felt like opening the shelter was her first actual step at that. Boston’s shelter would have different sections for gender, age, and families. She knew she couldn’t do everything at once, but she was attempting to tackle as many issues as she could with her first shelter. From having dentist and doctors come in to having therapy sessions along with job placement seminars. Boston had high hopes for her shelter and prayed everything worked out with it because her only goal was to make a difference in her community.

“This is nice. Only a preview of what’s to come huh?” X asked, walking up.

Boston paused mid-task, her hands freezing over the bags of clothing she was organizing so she could take a moment to look at him. X had that extra touch of handsome on him that day, rocking a crisp white and black Denim Tears jean set, paired with low-top Panda Dunks. Two sleek Cuban links hung from his neck, and she could tell from a glance that the watch on his wrist cost some serious money. He had on a Detroit fitted cap, and wire-framed Cartier lenses that gave him that smooth, effortless vibe. Boston couldn’t help but think any woman who ended up as the apple of his eye would be lucky to have him. Not only was he fine as hell, but he was also a man of God.

She stepped around the 4x6 table and met him halfway for a quick hug. After they embraced, X took off his jacket and immediately started helping her pass out bags, while Boston sank into a chair and grabbed a bottle of water.

“You had that baby and got right back to it. Motherhood looks like it’s treating you well, B. Where’s the baby?” X asked, passing out items to the homeless.

Boston smiled, thinking of her daughter. Noa was everything she had imagined—quiet, happy, and peaceful. She loved to laugh and adored her daddy. Right now, she was at home with Peace, who was working on a new location for BedPeace while Noa was by his side. Boston loved the bond they were forming and felt grateful that Noa would have a real father who wanted nothing more than to love and guide her.

“She’s at home with her daddy, resting. She truly is an angel and thank you for the gifts. Peace had to make two trips to bring everything in,” Boston said, smiling as she recalled the baby items and clothes X had gifted her after Noa was born.

“Anything for you, B. When you gonna let me pray over that baby?” X smirked.

Boston grinned. “Very soon! Especially since you and Peace are boys now. Thank you for talking to him like a man. I really appreciate that.”

X shook his head as he moved quickly to hand out items to the homeless. “B, the last thing I’m trying to do is cause a rift between you and your husband. You’re like family to me, and I mean that. I definitely don’t want to beef with your husband. You and him been good since everything happened?”

Boston nodded, blushing as she thought of all the ways she was loving on Peace. Her baby was still fresh, and her body was still healing, but that hadn’t stopped Peace from finding creative ways to make her feel good.

“I am, and I’m loving every minute of it,” she laughed.

X chuckled. “That’s how it should be, sis. I can tell he really loves you and cares about your feelings. If I ever get married, I want that too—an honest, loving relationship built on God. I can’t deal with lies and secrets.”

Boston glanced up at him. “Would that be with ol’ girl who’s been helping you out while you preach? Or ‘spread the gospel,’ as you say?” She teased, raising a brow.

X frowned, shaking his head quickly. “Nah, that’s the homie. She’s cool; she believes in the mission. That’s all it is.”

Boston smirked, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Mmm hmm, maybe you should let her know that, because every time we FaceTime, I see her in the background, looking at you like you’re the last man on earth. She wants you.”

X’s brows furrowed, but he kept handing out bags. “I want the woman God has for me.”

“And how do you know she’s not the one?”

X stopped mid-handout and turned to look at her. “Because when I’m around her, I don’t feel anything. She isn’t even attractive in a way that grabs my attention, and I’m a man who appreciates a beautiful woman. She’s cool, but like a sister to me. That’s it. When I find the one I can’t stop thinking about, I’ll take it to God. If He gives me that confirmation, I’ll pursue her and make her mine. But until then, I’m focused on saving souls. That’s my mission,” he replied before going back to work.

Boston shook her head, still amazed at how special he was. She couldn’t wait to see him as a husband and father one day.

“Well, all I know is you’re too good of a man not to be somebody’s husband and somebody’s father. I hope God’s got that in His plan for you too. Now, let me help pass out these bags because I feel like God also has food in His plans for me. Because I’m starving!” she sighed, standing up and walking over to the table, making X laugh. All the while knowing that sooner or later, her good friend X would be calling her to say he met his wife, and she couldn’t wait because a man like him was created to be a husband.