Chapter 25 #2
The scene was fucking cinematic. The sun was beginning to set, and the skies were colored a swirl of pink, purple, and blue. Her beauty was breathtaking as she bounced on my dick.
Life couldn’t get no fucking better than this. I gripped her sides while admiring her.
“Take your time. This dick all you, Lovey,” I encouraged her.
She loved when I talked that talk to her.
It really was the only time she actually listened to a motherfucka’.
She was so damn hardheaded and was always kicking shit like she ran the fucking program.
I let her have it most of the time, but whenever I was putting her through the fucking mattress, we both knew I was the one running this shit.
“Shit… Ahkeem,” she moaned as she rocked her hips.
I bit down on my bottom lip as I gripped her face so she could keep her eyes locked on me. Her eyes were glossy, letting me know she was almost at her peak.
“Mr. and Mrs. Hendrix, dinner is ready,” our chef for the night popped her head out from the bottom level of the yacht.
Jazzlyn was startled and quickly tried to remove herself from my lap, but I prevented her from moving by locking my arm around her waist.
“We gone be down in a minute. ‘Preciate you,” I advised our chef. She peeped the scene and quickly slipped back into the yacht.
“Oh my God, Ahkeem. She saw us,” Jazzlyn stressed while covering her face.
I smacked my lips. “So fucking what? Ride this fucking dick, Lovey.”
Once she felt me slap her ass, a light moan crept out of her before she returned to her tippy toes.
She took her time like I told her to and drowned me with her pussy.
She rode dick like a fucking champ. Her mouth hung open a little bit as she gripped my shoulders.
I crashed my lips into hers as I lifted her up and down on my dick.
Her breathing hitched before she tossed her head back while moaning out my name. “Ahkeem!”
She came all over me, and I followed up right behind her. Her body melted in my arms, and I kissed all over her face just how she loved me to. “If you wasn’t pregnant already, you for sure pregnant now.”
“Shut up,” she giggled. We got cleaned up with some wet wipes she kept in her bag.
“Now I gotta do the walk of shame in front of that chef.”
I shrugged my shoulder. “Man, she knew what type time we was on when she stepped foot on this bitch and saw all these fucking rose petals.”
Jazzlyn rolled her eyes as she led the way inside of the yacht. I smirked as her jaw dropped at the candle lit set up she was met with. The crisp white tablecloth, champagne on ice, and the bouquet of ruby red roses set the scene perfectly. She looked at me with her bottom lip pocked out.
“Pa, you didn’t have to do all this.”
I wrapped my arms around her before craning down to set a kiss on her lips. “Don’t tell me what I don’t have to do behind you. You deserve the world.”
I pulled her seat before I took a seat across from her.
She spent the whole evening giddy and just smiling.
Her smile was her best feature in my opinion.
It was just so fucking captivating and gorgeous.
We talked and enjoyed some much-needed time alone with each other over our steaks and glasses of champagne.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Lovey.”
Once we returned to the dock, we headed back to the rental house to get ready for the night out at Club Reign.
The night we had at Bar Remedy once we touched down in the 305 was one for the books.
Kross kept talking big shit about Club Reign not being able to top it, so of course, my baby made sure to pull all the stops to ensure that tonight would be lit as fuck.
Jazzy knew how to throw a fucking party, and Kross was about to learn that shit. With Cinco’s game being the following day, she had already paid him his booking fee and had his face plastered all over social media and on flyers, making everyone aware that he would be in the building and hosting.
Jazzy came down to Miami as often as she could just to check in on the club, so they were familiar with her. She ran her clubs like the fucking military, so all her employes knew what she was expecting.
The music was right, bottles were floating through the air with sparklers, and dancers were making their money. I let my baby work the room since I knew she wouldn’t find it in her to sit down unless everything was perfect.
“Yo wife might got something going here,” Kross chuckled as he took a seat next to me in the big-ass section designated for us. He pulled Remedy down on his lap before he dapped me up.
“Told you, nigga. If you tryna expand Bar Remedy, make a move with her. My baby do good business. Guaranteed that both of y’all gone eat.”
“Shit, Bar Remedy NYC don’t sound too fucking bad, nigga.”
“Make that shit happen!”
From across the club, I could see Jazzlyn making sure bottles were being sent over to our section.
The little red bodysuit she was wearing was doing her right, and even in the club with a sea of bitches around, my eyes only gravitated to her.
I was a little obsessed with her, but that shit ain’t bother me or her one bit.
Our chemistry was so strong, she felt my eyes peering onto her, and we made eye contact.
“I love you,” she mouthed.
I set my left hand over my heart before doing the same. “I love you too.”
“Y’all motherfuckas too in love,” Jersey scoffed jokingly as he stepped onto the couch and took a seat along the back of it.
“With a shorty like the one I wifed, you can’t help but to be fucking in love.”
“Real shit,” Kross agreed.
The club jumped off into full swing, and once operation fell into flowing state, Jazzy finally was able to come join us. I let her turn up with her girls since they wouldn’t be able to have a time like this for a while with their busy schedules.
Ezekiel pulled up to the section and dapped us up. Once he got to me and Kross, he leaned into our ears to speak to us over the music. “I got the drop on Silas.”
Initially, the beef between Silas and me was going to remain between us, but once Kross and Ezekiel found out that he was working on setting up a few traps down south in Miami, he acquired two extra enemies who just so happened to be some crash out brothers.
They wanted Silas to get the fuck out of their city while I wanted that motherfucka’ six feet under.
With a goal in common, they put their ears to the streets to get up with him.
I was ready to dead this shit and put it all behind me.
Silas’ little tactics of sending his weak-ass shooters at my family earned his ass a fucking death sentence. Wasn’t shit sliding anymore.
“Word? We out then.”
It was half past one AM, and lights were scheduled to come on at two AM. Kross was on the same type of time I was on. I called for Diamond and the guys, letting them know it was time we rolled out.
“Yo, Cinco, do me a favor and ride with the ladies back to the house.”
He slapped hands with me. “I got you.”
“Remedy gone ride with y’all. I got a few Paper Chase niggas trailing y’all, so y’all should be straight,” Kross added before dropping a kiss onto Remedy’s forehead.
Just like Jazzlyn, she knew the game and didn’t have any questions about what was about to go down. Jazzlyn made sure to do another lap of the club to tap in with her employees before she met us all at the entrance.
“I gotta go handle some shit. I’ll be back to you, I swear.” I pecked her lips.
She looked up at me. I could see the worry that flashed in her eyes, but she was masking it well.
We were in a different city, so I understood the apprehension she had about letting me go out and handle business, but I was confident that wasn’t shit gonna happen to me.
Silas wasn’t fucking with me out in New York, so I knew for a fact he couldn’t fuck with me while in Miami.
“Be safe, Ahkeem. I love you.” She cupped my face in her hands before bringing me back down for another kiss.
After I made sure she got into the car safely, I hopped in Kross’ whip and rode with him, his cousin Noonie, and Jersey. In front of us, Ezekiel rode with Diamond, Moe, and Javi.
Zeek got the drop that Silas was at a mansion party hosted by Nina Romero.
She was a big-time arms dealer I had done business with a few times.
It was a small fucking world because Kross happened to cop some heat from her as well.
The woman was sitting on millions, and she had the weapons and arms industry on fucking lock.
She always hosted these invite-only parties that she used to expand her connections.
I got invited every year, but once I stepped back from moving guns, I stopped showing my face.
Kross and Ezekiel, on the other hand, felt like the crowd was too fucking fake for them, so they never showed their faces.
Nina and Kross had a tight business relationship, so she wasn’t offended by this.
Silas really was trying to move his way up the ladder, and that meant he had to network and get in the good graces of the right people.
I had to admit; the pussy-ass nigga had a good business mindset.
He knew what rooms to be in and which cities to infiltrate.
The problem was, he went about it all wrong.
The nigga was a hater who didn’t know how to move with respect.
I was kind enough to let the nigga start a few traps out in New York, despite everyone knowing I had enough weight, power, money, and respect to redline the entire fucking state and be the only motherfucka’ making paper out there.
Every other nigga I let make moves accepted the kindness and didn’t push their fucking limits.
Silas couldn’t stand the fact that it was me with the crown on my fucking head when he thought he was next up once word spread that Priest, J’Ru, and Kaymen were out of the game.