Misunderstood (Toussaint Mafia #4)

Chapter 24

Two Months later as the storm settled…

“ T his is a new beginning for us and our family. We thank every one of you that has come out to the grand opening of our restaurant. These dishes are inspired by our,” Masami stopped talking and when her eyes landed on Jazmine, she smiled brightly at her. “By our mom,” she said softly.

As life was settling into their new normal, Jazmine went back to California and Masami was okay with that. She understood that it was where her life was. It stung at times because they had gotten so close to her and wanted her there all the time, but they didn’t complain. Jazmine still made it a thing to routinely come see them and was deeply involved with Meilani’s pregnancy, the same as she’d done with Boston.

Jazmine still wasn’t bringing Davido around, and Masami was cool with that as well. She didn’t hate Davido but wasn’t ready to mend anything with him because the wounds were still so fucking fresh. It was only so much mending and forgiving she could do, but she hadn’t counted him out because she was now honest enough to see that her father deserved everything he got in life. He was that evil to them.

“This is also the third business to open up on the block that Ossa declared months ago would belong to us. Now it does because Ossa isn’t the type to take no for an answer. We thank you for your support and you all better enjoy the food because well shit it’s our momma’s recipes,” she smirked.

A few people chuckled as Masami went back to her table. She attempted to sit in her seat and Ariz pulled her onto his lap. She rolled her eyes as he grabbed her waist and sniffed her neck.

“Ariz not so much in public. You know I can’t let them think I done got soft,” she stated lowly, holding back a moan.

Ariz slowly massaged her thigh before letting her up.

“You lucky they here cause if they wasn’t I would be on your ass,” he remarked, speaking of the Founding Members of the Michigan Mafia.

Masami knew that she would never be taken as serious as a man still she didn’t wanna give the founders any reason to say she wasn’t fit to be the underboss.

“When we leave, I got you,” she assured him, studying his handsome face.

They were two months into restoring their new home, and Masami treasured everything about the renovation process. While Ossa was true to his word, remodeling the Toussaint estate, she was constructing a new home of her own. One that was filled with honesty, love, and admiration. Ariz was now running his club in Marcy Falls in a newly built warehouse and holding licensed fights, making him gain recognition by real fighters and highly sought out fight promotors. His business was booming, he’d successfully healed from his gunshot and now he wanted kids, while Masami wanted more time.

“Yeah, we’ll see if we make it that long. You look beautiful, ma. Sexy as hell and shit,” he smirked, sitting back and grabbing his glass full of 1942.

Masami blushed as she looked at him. Wearing her new ring, she felt like a renewed woman and a happy wife. Love indeed felt very fucking good to her.

“Thank you, baby,” she said softly and laughed when he gave her that look that always told her what he was thinking. “Have you heard from Rocco yet?” she asked, shifting gears as her eyes floated around the inside of the vast restaurant, observing everything.

Ariz’s brows knitted as he sat his glass down.

“Yeah, he was still talking about he didn’t know I was outside with Ossa and how he sorry for the hit. He wants me to come visit him, but I’m good on that. I’m done with them, and I mean that shit,” he replied.

Masami nodded, standing by him either way. She didn’t wanna push the fact that Revvy and his son was a snake onto Ariz. She let him make his own observations and was glad he was seeing for himself what it was. Rocco was actually not missing, but locked up in Detroit for doing business with an undercover cop. He was looking at ten years and Masami was glad at the fact, hoping when he did get released enough time would have passed for him to be onto new things because she or her family wouldn’t hesitate to place a bullet in his ass.

“Well, I’m with you either way,” she let him know, twirling the wedding ring on her finger.

Ariz studied her adorningly.

“You really mean that?”

Masami leaned his way while peering into his eyes.

“I’ve wanted you since I was fourteen and had braces. I wrote your name over a hundred times on all of my notebooks. I fought any girl that I heard speaking about you, even the older girls. Then when I got back up with you, we got married. I even have your name tattooed on me. What you think?” she grinned.

Ariz chuckled.

“Shit sound like we stuck with each other. Fuck it, let’s go make that bathroom run,” he replied, standing.

Masami laughed as she stood with him and slipped off to the bathroom for some quick fun.

Across the room Boston stuffed her face with shrimp and grits as Peace rubbed on her thigh while using his free arm to hold their daughter. She was peacefully sleeping as Boston munched on the food. When her blue eyes peered up, she glared at the silly ass smirk Peace wore on his face.

“What?”

Peace shook his head, and Boston was so irritated she could have knocked the dreads off his ass.

“Aye, you wanted to get it popping, pushing that ass against me when you knew it was too soon. Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. That was all you. You had to know that when you threw that pussy at me, I was gone catch it,” Peace remarked. He admired their daughter before looking back up at Boston. “I hope it’s my son. I need to balance shit out in the house anyway,” he replied.

Boston rolled her eyes, still tight at the fact that she was back pregnant. She wasn’t telling nobody anytime soon, especially Maia, because she would never let her live it down. She finished eating her food before flagging down the server.

“Can I get another order of the shrimp and grits,” she spoke and wiped her mouth.

“Sure, I’ll have it right over,” the waitress said and walked off. Boston eyed her mom, who was sitting across from her with Reuben’s wife, and she sighed. “Doesn’t my mom look sad? Do you think she’s hurt because she hasn’t brought Davido into our circle? I mean, I never said she couldn’t bring him.”

Peace continued holding their daughter as he replied.

“Could be that, but shit, he probably feels uncomfortable coming around everybody. Y’all just fully accepted your mom being back. Have you talked to her about it?”

Boston shook her head as she fluffed her black and ash blond curls that were slightly thinner because of the postpartum shedding she experienced after having her daughter.

“I haven’t because things have been going so well. I don’t wanna cause issues with the family or set off any unspoken trauma. I guess it’s time though, what you think?” she looked at Peace and noticed he was gazing at her. “What baby?”

Peace shook his head, looking handsome, like always. His dreads were pulled into a low bun as he sported all black with wood framed Cartier glasses.

“Nothing, I just love your pretty ass, but yeah, you should talk about it. Tallulah was speaking to mom about some of the shit she had issues with from our childhood and how it affected her badly. They even do counseling together now. I’m proud of her for getting her shit together. I even seen her kicking it with Yaseer’s brother Yannis,” Peace replied.

Boston did her best to not talk shit. She couldn’t understand how Tallulah was a refined hoe, but trying to move on with the man she fucked on little brother? It didn’t make sense to her.

“—Yes, so good for her,” she said softly and rolled her eyes when Peace wasn’t looking. “Well, after this baby, I’m getting on birth control or you’re wearing condoms. With your clubs and my shelter, we don’t have time to be having all these kids’ Peace. Plus, my body is not about to be stretched out constantly. It’s not healthy and I have to give my cervix time to heal. You want this pussy to stay tight, don’t you,” she stared at him.

Peace shook his head, and she narrowed her eyes.

“I mean, do you?” she probed.

“Boston, you be horny as me, sweetheart. Of course, I want it to stay tight, wet and it will. I’ll do the pull out method, plus this is natural. We doing what God called us here for. You haven’t read that verse yet, ma?” he teased.

Boston tried to scoot away from Peace, not finding her situation funny, and he pulled her closer. She blushed when his lips went to her neck, and he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

“Don’t pretend like the best feeling in the world isn’t me sliding in that pussy. Is it wet now?” he asked.

Boston moaned, and he squeezed her thigh.

“And I don’t gotta pull out, do I?” Boston shook her head, and he smirked. “Cause that’s my what?”

Boston stifled a moan, horny and hungry at that point.

“Your pussy,” she answered softly, and he sat back while smirking.

“That’s the shit I like to hear, sweetheart. Stop acting like we not gone have a basketball team because you already know we is,” he told her and while Boston laughed she kind of believed him because marriage was easy to them, loving each other was easy to them and the sex was amazing to them. Bringing more kids into their world was only right because she had the feeling that parenting would come easy to them as well.

Outside the restaurant in the parking lot sat Meilani and Yaseer. Yaseer’s driver stood guard outside of the Rolls as Meilani slowly lifted up and down onto his hard dick. Meilani couldn’t close her mouth as Yaseer pumped into her slowly from the bottom, filling her insides while giving her a pleasure so good that it brought tears to her eyes.

“Damn, pussy dripping but slow down, Mei,” Yaseer groaned.

Meilani gripped the top of his shoulders as she slowed her pace. Her thighs locked up and when Yaseer leaned forward to release her hard nipple from her black lace bra, her head fell back.

“Baby, I’ma cum,” she moaned.

Her thighs shook as Yaseer pumped more force into her sex. He kissed the side of her neck before pulling her as flush against him as her baby bump would allow. Yaseer’s rum hued eyes stared at her lovingly as he fucked her from the bottom.

“Give it to me, Mei. Let me feel it,” Yaseer demanded before tossing his tongue down her throat.

Meilani whimpered as her body released and climaxed for Yaseer at his command. Seconds later, he was coming inside of her and then they were cleaning themselves up. Once they were presentable, they went back inside of the hall and Meilani and Yaseer sat at the table that was occupied with his brothers. When Meilani’s eyes fell on Tallulah, who was having a private conversation with Yannis, she nearly vomited all over herself. She inspected Tallulahoe's refined look. Instead of weave she now wore her real hair that was cut into a sexy pixie cut. She sported minimal makeup and wore the most clothes Meilani had ever seen on the girl. Meilani leaned onto Yaseer’s arm as he poured a drink and sighed.

“I will not be calling her my sister. Did you put Yannis up on game?” she said lowly.

Yaseer frowned, choosing to not look over at his brother and Tallulah.

“He a grown man. I don’t give a fuck about who either of them laying down with, but I will let him know she’s not wife material. Even if the hoe wanna dress like she on Sister Act part 3. We know she still for the streets bitch ain’t slick,” he grumbled.

Meilani snickered, and when her eyes peered up at Yaseer, he leaned down to quickly peck her lips.

“Love you,” Meilani said softly.

“Love you too, Meilani the body.”

Meilani blushed. She rested her head on his arm as Yaseer enjoyed his drink. For Meilani, she learned that she wasn’t the same as Masami. She could go on without being an intricate part of the mafia and be content. She didn’t mind having her flower business, being a wife, and now being a mom. She would always ride for her man, the Don, but she didn’t want a seat at the table. Instead, she was filling up her own table at her home as she had regular Sunday dinners with her family and Yaseer’s. She even attended church with Boston a few times out of the month. Make no mistakes about it, she was still gangsta. Only her gangsta was softer now, more muted in the presence of her king because, shit, she didn’t have to be what he was. She was now a grown ass woman in love, and she wasn’t about to trade that for anything.

Across the room Maia slow danced with Kalvin to the old school song that was playing through the state-of-the-art music system. She couldn’t stop smiling as she listened to him go on about his new school football team that he loved.

“And Promise was right. It’s a private school, but it’s still lit Maia. We be in there going hard,” Kalvin chuckled. “Man, we were in gym class, and I was dunking on them fools, too. You should have seen me, and we play Kashton’s school next year if we make it to the championship,” he boasted.

Maia swayed to the music as she danced with Kalvin.

“When you make it, because we both know you will. Did your granny like that new van that Promise got for her church?” she smiled.

“Oh, she loved it, granny use that van to pick up all the kids in her old neighborhood. They cool, but they bad as hell,” he frowned.

“Boy, watch your mouth,” Maia slapped his arm before smiling at him. To know that he was happy in his new living situation eased all the worry from her heart when it pertained to him. “And therapy is going well?” she asked, speaking of the session she signed him up for with a child therapist.

Kalvin stopped smiling. “I mean, it’s okay. I don’t see why I gotta go to it,” he frowned.

The song switched to an upbeat track that took it back to the early 2000s and Maia smiled as she watched a few people stand to dance.

“Because therapy helped me, and it will help you, too. I love you and I only want the best for you, now let’s hit the Quan,” she grinned.

Kalvin frowned but playfully danced with Maia until they were both hot and thirsty. Maia went back to her seat as Kalvin found Kashton on the other side of the room. Maia sat beside Promise and sighed as her eyes traveled over to Boston’s table. Maia side eyed her sister as she watched her scarf down a bowl of gumbo.

“She’s been eating since we been here. Her ass better not be pregnant again,” Maia frowned.

Promise gripped her thigh while also reaching for his drink.

“They reaching for a boy knowing that you gone be the one to have the first male heir to the throne. Fuck it. We’ll let them have a bunch of bad ass spoiled kids and when we ready we gone show they ass how it’s done,” Promise jested, sitting back.

Maia laughed, loving that idea. They didn’t want kids for the moment. Maia was happy with the vibe she had with her husband, Kalvin, and their cat. With Kalvin being with his granny the majority of the time, she had time to be up under her husband and run her business. She was also spending a lot of time with her sisters, and a baby would only slow her down. She had been around Boston’s daughter enough to know she wasn’t ready to be on that type of time.

“Yeah, let them have all the kids while we vacation and fuck all over the penthouse,” Maia mused, making Promise nod at her words before kissing the back of her hand lovingly.

“Right, I wanna keep spoiling you. Babies can wait,” he agreed.

In the front of the restaurant stood Ossa holding his daughter that was peacefully resting in his arms as he watched his mom talk on her cellphone near the door. Imani was close to his side, hugging his waist as Kashton was kicking it with Kalvin in the back of the restaurant. Ossa, despite not riding down on Revvy, was good in his life. His family home was still being renovated but finally livable and Ossa felt a sense of peace as he recreated new memories in the place that once held a lot of bitterness and heartache. Imani was thriving in her business, finally opening up a Marcy Falls location while Kashton was excelling in school. Ossa shipping business made the Toussaint family a very important part of the life and working with Masami as his underboss had proven to be the best move yet. With him and Masami back in the life, they were creating a fresh path for the Toussaint mafia that would supersede anything his father had done. They were on the way to owning most of the properties on the busiest block in their borough and had plans to do more business in the future. Shit, life was great for them.

The only thing plaguing Ossa was having to say goodbye to his mom. He knew she was only in Cali but to have to share her with his uncle Davido didn’t sit right with him. However, he didn’t want to be selfish, she’d stayed in Marcy Falls until everything died down and he appreciated her greatly for it. Now he was trying to think of ways to get her to move back home so she could be closer to him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Imani asked, peering up at him.

Ossa shook his head, watching his mom closely.

“Making sure my mom is straight. She been acting off to you?”

Imani shook her head.

“Not that I noticed. Why do you say that?”

Ossa leaned down and pecked the top of Imani’s forehead, loving how forever she was by his side. She hadn’t swayed from his side once, during the shooting, indictment or his depression. She was a rider and while he didn’t intend to ever put her through that again; it gave him pure joy to know that she had his back. Same as he did her.

“It’s nothing baby. You still locked in?” Ossa asked, wanting to hear her say what he already knew. Still, the nigga in him got a kick out of hearing the words fall from her pretty, full lips.

Imani playfully rolled her eyes before replying.

“You know I ain’t switching up. Especially since I got the ring,” she jested.

Ossa chuckled before leaning down to kiss her once more. When he looked up, his mom was standing in front of him with teary eyes.

“What’s good, mom? Everything okay?”

Jazmine held her phone in her hand as her eyes filled with tears.

“I have one last secret that is going to rock you all to the core and I hate to be saying it at this moment, but I can’t wait any longer,” Jazmine stopped speaking fast to wipe her face that was becoming drenched in tears.

“We need to fly out to Cali right now,” she insisted.

Ossa’s brows pulled together as he passed his sleeping daughter to Imani.

“Ma, what’s wrong? Whatever it is, I’ll fix it,” he assured her, grabbing her hand.

“What’s wrong?” Masami asked, rushing over with Ariz by her side.

Jazmine looked from her oldest son to her oldest daughter, as more tears cascaded down her beautiful face.

“Your sister that I had with Davido is in Cali and she needs us. I believe Revvy is about to snatch her up because he called, and I have a bad feeling. I called Davido, but his cellphone is going straight to voicemail,” Jazmine started to breathe heavily as her tears blurred her vision. “I’m really scared that Revvy might do something to her.”

“Our who?” Masami asked, voice high in concern and Jazmine looked at her with reddened eyes.

Jazmine took a few deep, calming breaths before wiping her face.

“Your sister Brooklyn that I had with Davido after leaving Michigan is in danger. I will explain everything, but we have to hop on a jet right now, let’s go,” Jazmine spoke more firmly before walking off.

“Like I said before. Y’all family have more secrets than the motherfuckas on the daytime soap operas,” Imani sighed with a shake of her head. “Just when I thought I could go back to fasting and praying only on Wednesday and Sunday. I already see it’s some shit on the horizon,” Imani groaned.

“Let’s go call up the jet guy,” Ossa told Masami, who was silent and filled with unreadable eyes.

Masami nodded and pulled out her phone. Ossa turned to Imani and kissed her cheek before taking out his fob.

“Let everybody know that we had to make a run, and can you tell Mei, Boston and Maia to come over here?” he asked his wife.

Imani frowned, looking as if she wanted to protest, but she didn’t. Instead, she walked off and seconds later Maia, Boston and Meilani were coming over. Masami was near the door with Ariz as Ossa turned to his sisters.

“I don’t have any answers, just know that we gotta fly to Cali. Mom had a baby by Davido and it’s a girl name Brooklyn. I guess she’s in danger and mom is scared Revvy is about to kidnap her. I don’t have no answers, come if you going and Mei, you need to sit this one out. No questions, Cause I’m just finding the shit out myself,” Ossa remarked.

Boston’s fawn hued face turned a shade darker as Maia looked up at him strangely. Meilani nodded and went back to her seat, making Ossa shake his head.

“Look Boston, you just had the baby, sit this one out and Maia bring your ass if you coming.”

Boston held her hand over her mouth as her eyes watered while Maia looked from Ossa to the front door where Masami stood. She gave Ossa an uneasy smile as she shook her head.

“I’m good. This is the last time her or Carlos will be able to lie to me and get away with it. I do hope that bastard ass child of hers is okay though,” Maia said sweetly.

Ossa’s jaw tensed. He couldn’t help but to feel a way at her words.

“So I’ma bastard too?”

Maia quickly shook her head.

“No.”

Ossa nodded.

“Then watch what the fuck you say. I know this shit hurt, but now isn’t the time for feelings. If she got Jazmine blood in her, she’s a part of us. Hell, Davido’s too, so we gone ride for her. Regardless of what it is right?” he wanted to know.

Maia swallowed hard before nodding.

“You right and I do want her to be okay,” she said softly, and Ossa pulled her close.

“Bet then fuck the bullshit. We been beefing for too long over shit we can’t control. Let’s go get our muthafucking sister. Cause if somebody fucking with her then that means they fucking with us,” he replied.