Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
AHKEEM
I stepped over the bodies we left behind in Silas’s trap.
Priest had told me not to make no crazy moves, but I couldn’t just sit and wait for shit to unfold.
I had to act, and the one person who understood what type of timing I was on was J’Ru.
He came down the stairs of the dingy trap, tucking his gun behind him.
“She ain’t in here.”
“I know.”
Jersey and Moe came from the back of the home with the same look of disappointment J’Ru had on his face.
“Back empty too,” Moe said.
“We gotta another trap to hit?”
My nose flared as the pressure began to feel suffocating.
Nightfall was coming, and I couldn’t imagine my baby having to sleep without me being by her side.
I was praying that wherever she was, she was safe and motherfuckas were just holding her hostage and not hurting her.
She was a fighter at heart, so I knew that whatever she was up against, she was gonna see it through.
“Shit getting hot right now.”
J’Ru agreed. “Priest just hit me and told me the trap they just hit was empty too. He want us to meet at Remy’s spot.” We divided and conquered, so Priest was rolling with Kaymen, Javi, and Diamond.
“Bet.” We all fled out of the trap, leaving a bloody mess behind. I got into J’Ru’s truck, while Jersey and Moe followed behind us in Moe’s whip.
“I think the reason I ain’t like you at first is ‘cause you act just like me,” J’Ru chuckled as he whipped lane to lane.
I was in a fucking daze and barely had enough mental capacity to have a conversation unless it was pertaining to Jazzy, but I peeped that J’Ru just wanted to get my mind off her for a little minute.
“Priest and Kaymen always wanna take some time to strategize and think shit through while I’m always on go. We balanced each other out.”
“I ain’t nowhere near a crash out like you.” I shook my head with a light chuckle.
“You might just be a little worse. You young niggas move like y’all don’t got shit to lose.”
“Shit… behind my wife, ain’t no understanding. You feel me?”
“I feel you. I knew her ever since she was a kid. Jazzy been the same slick mouthed spoiled brat who knew how to check a motherfucka’ since the beginning of time. I know for a fact she on her bully wherever the fuck they got her at.”
I smirked. My baby was on that with whoever.
Even me. I knew to never push her to where she snapped because she never thought logically when she did.
She would’ve probably busted a cap in my ass, and I would’ve gone against each and every motherfucka’ who tried to lock her up for it.
Our love was a little wild, but the shit worked for us.
“Say, who really taught her how to fight?”
J’Ru threw his head back with some laughter.
“She used to get picked on a lot ‘cause we ain’t have it made, so Priest and I taught her how to fuck people up. Then we taught Taylor how fight, so they was just running around the hood fucking bitches up left and right. PJ moved her to TriBeCa, then to Paris, and she started to tap into the soft life you see her living now. She’s spoiled, but she’s well rounded.
That’s why your wife carry a Birkin with her iron in it. ”
“Yeah, I see. Coldest female I ever ran across.”
“She had me a little worried in the beginning, but she got her shit together in the end. You helped her mature. Can’t dislike a nigga my little sister love.”
I smacked my lips. “You just wanted to be the homie but ain’t know how to articulate that shit.”
“Fuck outta here.” He laughed again. “After all this shit over with and we got Jazzy-Fae back home, we need to run a friendly fade. Tired of yo mouth.”
“Shit, that ain’t nothing. Need to teach yo old ass something.”
“Yeah, alright, nigga.”
We pulled up to Remy’s crib in no time. He had sold his old crib in Harlem and bought himself a nice-ass house in Yonkers for him, Tasha, and her boys. I loved the fact that even though he was fucking loaded, he never flexed too much and kept shit calm.
When we pulled up, there were cars all in the driveway, letting me know we were the last to make it. We walked in, and the first thing I heard was Priest scolding Britain. “What you doing here? I told you to stay at the house.”
“Priest, my sister is missing. You’re not gonna keep me held up over at the house not knowing what’s going on.”
“Priest, she will be fine. I won’t let her adventurous ass slip out of my line of vision.
” Remy took his daughter’s hand and led her to the couch where Genesis was laying sound asleep.
No matter how tough Priest tried to act, he knew deep down inside he couldn’t tell Brit what the fuck to do.
It was the same way with his sister. Our wives marched to the beat of their own drums.
“I swear to God, she be stressing me the fuck out, son.”
J’Ru and I laughed before I reached up and squeezed his shoulder. “You should’ve known she was gonna bring her pregnant ass out this way.”
He shook his head as we walked into the living room. Tasha was sitting with Britain, Aja, and J’Ru’s daughter, J’Ream. “Ah hell! What you doing here?”
The smile on J’Ru’s face fell once he noticed Aja. He thought it was only Priest who had a hardheaded wife, but so did he.
“Listen, I don’t wanna hear it. Where’s my little sister, J’Ru? Are you guys getting close?”
All the ladies’ eyes gravitated onto me, as they expected me to have an update. “Nothing yet.” My hands sank into my pockets. “I’m gone find her. No doubt about it.”
“How are you, Ahkeem?” Tasha asked while getting up from the couch to pull me into an embrace.
“As good as I’ll ever be.” I wrapped my arms around her, appreciating the embrace.
Tasha had such a kind soul. Jazzy told me about how her son Jamari was killed, and the way Tasha overcame the loss deserved all the praise. She was strong.
“She’s gonna be alright. Your wife is a fighter. She won’t let anyone take her out.”
All day, everyone had been reminding me how resilient my baby was. The shit was scary, but I was confident in her. “‘Preciate that, Tash.”
“I made something to eat for you guys. I know you’ve been running all day.”
“Shit, I could use some grub.” J’Ru rubbed his stomach.
“When do you ever not wanna eat?” Kaymen scoffed.
I shook my head at the two. They always managed to bicker back and forth. Tasha rationed out the trays of lasagna she whipped up. I ain’t have an appetite, and neither did Jersey. I knew my homie well, and just off the look on his face, I knew he was in his head.
“Let me holla at you.” I motioned my head toward the den that was now empty since everyone had gone into the kitchen and dining area to eat.
Jersey got up and followed me. “What’s up, J? Talk to me.”
“I feel like this shit my fault,” he sighed.
“Nigga, what? How?”
“We almost had Silas’ bitch ass on that interstate.”
I smacked my lips. “Jersey, this shit ain’t on you. We were in a G-Wagon versus his Lambo. The nigga had luck on his side. We knocked off his whole set he was with. You did what you had to do. I’m not blaming this shit on you.”
“Whatever you need me to do to help you find her, I’m gone do. I don’t give a fuck who I gotta put down to get sis back home.”
“‘Preciate that, Jers’. You my fucking brother.”
We dapped each other up before sharing a hug.
Upon returning to the kitchen, we grabbed our seats, and I pushed my plate away from me. I understood that everybody wanted to keep my spirits high and my mind stress free, but I couldn’t function while my wife was somewhere with God knows who.
My phone went off in my pocket, and I quickly went for it.
Noticing that it was Saphir FaceTiming from his iPad, my heart sank.
I hadn’t gotten around to telling him what was going on.
I didn’t know how honest to be with him.
Jazzlyn was one of his favorite people. Everything was up in the air, so I really ain’t know what to tell him.
I excused myself from the table again and went to take my son’s call.
“What’s up, Blue?”
“Daddy, is everything alright with Jazzy?” He had a sad look in his eye as he looked at me through the screen. “I called her, and it just keep ringing until voicemail.”
My brows bumped together. “Blue, you sure the call is ringing?” The last couple times I called, her phone was powered off, so the calls were going straight to voicemail. If Jazzlyn’s phone was turned on, it meant I could get her location. Blue nodded his head.
“Is she okay? Mommy told me I should call you and ask.”
I sighed deeply. “Blue, Jazzy had a car accident. That’s why she isn’t answering. I’m taking care of a few things for her now. I don’t want you worried, okay?”
He had an uneasy look sprawled on his face as he nodded his head again with a pout. “Can I talk to her?”
“Not right now, lil man, but as soon as she can talk to you, I’ll make sure to call you. That a deal?”
“Deal. Can you tell her I love her more than my Legos?”
I chuckled. That was their little thing. He would tell her he loved her more than his Legos, which were his prized possessions. In return, she would tell him she loved him more than her Birkin bags.
“Yeah, Blue. I’ll tell her. I love you, twin.”
“I love you too, twin.” We ended the call, and immediately, my smile vanished from my face. I immediately went to check her location, and sure enough, her location was turned back on.
I rushed back to the kitchen with quickness. “I got her lo. We out,” I announced to Diamond and the guys, who shot up out of their seats.
“When the fuck? How?” Priest asked while making his way around to table to hug and kiss Britain goodbye.
“Whoever took her turned her phone back on. Stupid asses don’t know we share locations.”
“Please, guys, be safe and bring her back home.” Britain stood up before waddling over to me and pulling me into a hug.
“I got you, sis.”
Remy made his way over to me as well before dapping me up then pulling me into a fatherly embrace only he knew how to give out to all of us.