Chapter 10 #2
My mind was so fucking gone, I ended up getting to the penthouse before I even realized it.
If it weren’t for Jazzlyn calling my name, I don’t think I would have ever snapped out of my thoughts.
I needed these niggas dead for pulling what they did at the church.
This nigga Silas was so pussy, he tried to catch me where he thought I was vulnerable and off my square.
He showed me just how dirty he could get, and I was ready to take this shit to fucking hell behind my family and my people.
A few minutes after us, Jersey pulled up with Javi, Moe, Diamond and Amina. I sat in the living room with Saphir in my arms. He was scared, and I wanted to assure him that nothing would happen to him.
“You good, Blue?” Jersey asked him as he put his fist out for a fist bump.
Saphir granted it to him while nodding his head. My son had such a big personality, so seeing him become reclusive due to fear fucked with me.
Jazzlyn entered the front room just as everyone took their seats. I ain’t have a clue why Amina was in my crib, but that was something I would get with Diamond about later. It wasn’t any beef; I just didn’t see any need for her to be with her sister at the moment while we were talking business.
“You guys need anything? Water, snacks… liquor?” Jazzlyn came from the kitchen. She muttered the liquor part since Saphir was still present.
They all chuckled. “Nah, we good, sis. ‘Preciate it,” Javi assured her.
She nodded before walking toward me. “I’m gonna take him to his room while you handle this.” She took Saphir out of my hold. I could see the way he melted into her arms, letting me know he felt safe with her.
“Thank you, Lovey.” I stood up, kissed her lips, and watched her leave the living room with Saphir.
Amina watched our interaction so hard that I could feel heat from her eyes.
She even kept her eyes on Jazzlyn as she exited the room.
I ain’t have time for no bullshit, so I didn’t even address the shit.
I had bigger fish to fucking fry, like motherfuckas shooting at me and my family in broad fucking daylight.
“I need this nigga Silas touched. He shot at me, my wife, and my son.” I slammed my hand into my fist as my nose flared.
“Get the fucking drop on whoever associated with him. I don’t care if I gotta put down his bald-headed-ass mama.
I fucking will. This nigga should be too fucking scared to even sleep with one eye open. ”
I tried the whole peace thing with Silas.
He did his thing in the city, and I did mine.
Silas just couldn’t take the fact that even though I was put in my position, I was better than him.
He couldn’t build the business up like I did or bring success to an operation that was already successful.
He would’ve just been riding the fucking wave and not bringing nothing to the table.
Me, I saw this shit as a steppingstone, not just the end of my journey.
I was never comfortable, and the moves I made, business ventures I started, and connections I built on my own proved that.
“I should’ve fucking known something was up with them cars when I went to go grab my shades from my whip. I peeped them, but I assumed they were Ny’s people who were just pulling up and shit.” Moe shook his head.
“We gotta keep our fucking heads on a swivel. If these niggas pulling up at funerals, ain’t no telling what other grimy shit they willing to pull,” Javi added.
“I gotta make a phone call. I’ll be right back,” I excused myself before leaving the living room through the sliding doors that led to our terrace.
As I stood overlooking the view of the city, I whipped out my phone and dialed J’Ru’s number.
“I’m not on your fucking payroll, Ahk. Don’t call me during business hours,” he bullshitted like he always did whenever I called. I ain’t like bothering these niggas much, so they knew whenever I used their number, I needed something.
I chuckled as I leaned over the railing of the terrace. “This shit serious.”
“What you need, nigga?”
“Your mom. You still got her at that in-patient living facility?”
Just off the fact that it took him a minute to respond, I could tell that he pulled the phone away from his ear and screwed his face up.
“The fuck you asking me, Ahkeem?” he snarled with heavy hostility.
J’Ru ain’t play about his mama. If mine was still alive, I would’ve been on the same type of timing.
“Chill the fuck out. I need to get in there to visit somebody. What shit I gotta do to get inside?”
He calmed down since he realized I wasn’t trying to piece anything together regarding his mother. “Simple shit like giving the front desk lady your ID, but she fucks with me, so I don’t really have to do all that.”
“Good. I need to make this visit ASAP. Ride with me?”
J’Ru was the last motherfucka to be wary of anything, but I even had him questioning shit. “What you on?”
“Niggas took shots at me and my family today. Gotta show them that my family ain’t the only one in close proximity.”
“Hm. I respect that. We slide tomorrow. Don’t be fucking late, and bring some flowers for my mama, nigga.”
I laughed. “I got you. Good looks.”
“Keep my sister and Blue safe, nigga.”
“No doubt.” We ended the call.
A calm breeze blew over the terrace, almost like the calm before the storm.
Silas wasn’t the only motherfucka’ who could study somebody and watch them.
I just didn’t use what I learned to be a hating-ass nigga.
Silas was never a fucking threat to me, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have eyes on him.
His move to New York was strategic as fuck.
Detroit got too hot for him, so he slowly integrated himself into the city and moved his family piece by piece.
When he first touched down in the city, Priest, Kaymen, and J’Ru were still running the city.
They had this shit so on lock, no one dared to go against their regime.
As soon as they handed power to me, Silas decided he wanted to pop his shit. He thought he had an easy fucking target. Here I was five years later, stronger, bigger, smarter, and fucking richer.
Silas’ little brother, Anthony, did a lot of drag racing.
A few years back, he was in a head-on collision with an 18-wheeler that left him completely bed bound and mentally and cognitively impaired.
After I did some research on Silas, I found out that he had Anthony living in the same assisted living facility as J’Ru’s mom.
I was blessed, not lucky, ‘cause shit like this always landed right in my fucking lap.
If Silas wanted to play this fucking game, then I was gonna give it to him.
I felt a gentle hand on my back, and I assumed it was Lovey. When I turned around, my face screwed up like I smelled some foul shit when I was faced with Amina.
“You alright? I’m just checking on you.” She withdrew her hand because of how fast I backed away from her.
“I’m good, Amina,” I assured her.
She leaned against the railing of the terrace and took in the view for herself. “I know I told you this already, but your wife is really beautiful. The tattoo does her no justice.”
I smirked while nodding my head, agreeing with her. The portrait of Lovey on my arm was damn near perfect; however, Jazzlyn’s beauty was so enchanting, it just had to be seen it in person. “’Preciate it, Amina. You straight, though? I know that shit back at the church was a lot.”
She gulped down a little before nodding her head. “I’ll survive. You, Diamond, and the guys handled it. Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. We good.”
There was a brief stint of silence that developed between us until she broke it. “Ahkeem, I’m sorry for being so selfish in our relationship. I did a lot of reflecting when I moved to Houston, and I realized that I played a bigger role than I was willing to admit in our breakup.”
I didn’t know if she needed closure or if she just wanted to hear herself talk, but this conversation wouldn’t serve us shit besides Jazzlyn breaking her foot far up our asses. I was married… happily married at that, so there was no point in rehashing a relationship that I grew the fuck out of.
“Check this out, Amina?”
“I’m interrupting something?” The sliding door opened, and Jazzlyn stepped out onto the terrace. Her eyes shifted from Amina then onto me. In that moment, I was grateful for the fact that I had put some distance between Amina and me.
I shook my head and extended my hand to her. “Nah, Lovey. Come here.”
She walked over to me with the graceful-ass model walk she had. I positioned her in front of me and craned down to drop some kisses in the crook of her neck.
“This is Amina, Diamond’s sister,” I introduced her, and Amina stuck her hand out for my wife to shake.
“And your ex-girlfriend,” Jazzlyn let out, instantly causing the small smile on Amina’s face to shatter.
How the fuck did she figure that out? We never really spoke on the people we used to fuck with before we met, so I knew for a fact that I never mentioned it to her. It was probably Taylor’s nosy, messy ass. You could always count on her to play detective.
Jazzlyn shook Amina’s hand nonetheless and kept her gorgeous and inviting smile on her face. I could tell Amina was uncomfortable as fuck. She couldn’t even look my wife in her eyes. “So nice to meet you. You and Ahkeem have a beautiful home and family.”
“Thank you. Let us know if you need anything.” My baby had her commercial voice on, so I knew she really had words for Amina that weren’t so polite, but she was suppressing them.
It was awkward as fuck on the terrace.
Amina shot her a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you. I’m gonna head inside to find Diamond.”
Jazzlyn and I nodded as we watched her slip through the sliding door. Now that it was just us on the terrace, Jazzlyn turned around in my arms, shooting daggers at me with her eyes. She cupped my face in her hands, steering my head down so she could speak closely in my ear.
“Get this bitch out my fucking house before I end up throwing you and her off this fucking terrace,” she threatened in a light voice, not finding the need to yell.
I bit down on my bottom lip. I knew she would make good on her promise if Amina wasn’t out our fucking house in the next five minutes. As crazy as she was, I found that shit sexy as fuck.
“I got you.”
She brushed my hands from her waist and sashayed in front of me.
I followed her like a puppy dog, drooling at her physique in the red dress she had on.
I couldn’t help myself and slapped her ass.
We entered the penthouse, and I did exactly what my wife requested of me.
Amina and Diamond were the first to dip before everyone else trickled out behind them.
“Don’t let that bitch get you into trouble, Ahk. Like I told you before we signed the papers, there’s only one way out this marriage.” She held her fingers up to the side of my head like a gun.
My wife was fucking crazy…. but I loved that shit.