Loved By A Billionaire (The Kassom Brothers: Special Edition)

PROLOGUE

My heart was full; I couldn’t help but watch my girl admire our daughter.

Motherhood was new to her, but she was handling it like a champ.

We both were nervous as hell the first few nights, so nervous that neither of us got any sleep from watching over our baby.

Shit, there were a few times that I checked to make sure that she was breathing.

I had to smile and shake my damn head at the thought of it all.

I’m a young nigga and never thought that I would be a dad at twenty-three.

“Baby, she’s so beautiful,” Kenya whispered with a smile.

Her eyes were on our daughter, and I couldn’t help but smile too.

Kari was sleeping so peacefully in her mom’s arms, and I wanted so badly to wake her up just to see her beautiful eyes.

Everything about her screamed Kenya. In my eyes, she was a spitting image of her, but Kenya swore that she looked just like me.

Kenya had given birth a few weeks ago, and ever since then, my world felt complete.

It was as if nothing else mattered more than my woman and child.

That little girl and her mom had me wrapped around their fingers, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“She gets that from her mama,” I said as she looked up at me and smiled, then I leaned over to kiss Kenya’s lips.

“Boy, stop that. She looks like her dad and grandmother.”

“Nah, you’re mixed in there for sure,” I assured lifting Kari out of her arms and placing in her inside of the bassinet.

“You need to get some rest. I gotta step out and handle some business, but I’ll be back soon.

You need to look at that calendar and figure out that date.

We have our daughter, now it’s time to make things official.

You’ve been my fiancé for far too long it’s time for you to carry my last name too,” I told her.

“I’m going to do it, I promise. But tonight, I’m going to watch some ratchet TV and eat ice cream.”

For the last few weeks, I’d been soaking up every moment with my little family.

I enjoyed it all. The late-night feedings, diaper changes, and listening to Kari’s little noises while she was sleeping.

I loved every second of it. Neither of us could get enough of her.

Hell, sometimes I’d catch myself just staring at her for no reason other than the fact that she was mine.

As much as I hated to admit it, the streets were still calling my name, but I didn’t want to leave my family.

Truth be told, I wanted to stay right there in that house with Kenya and Kari for as long as I could.

However, I’d been home long enough, and business didn’t stop just because I became a father.

I needed to get back out there and make sure everything was running smoothly.

I trusted my brothers, Zelan and Meek, with my life.

They’d been holding things down while I spent time with my fiancé and baby, but that didn’t change the fact that I needed to see things with my own two eyes.

Too much money was moving, and too many people depended on me for me to sit on the sidelines any longer.

“You’re thinking again?” Kenya asked, noticing the look on my face.

“Yeah, I know. I gotta go check on things to make sure everything is good.” I looked over at her because I knew that wasn’t something she wanted to hear.

Kenya had been going off on me about getting out of the streets after our daughter got here.

She didn’t understand that shit wasn’t that easy though.

I couldn’t just up and retire with so many loose ends on the line.

That’s not to say that it couldn’t ever happen; shit just needed to be in place before I even considered doing that.

“Juelz you have enough money to take care of your daughter. I want her to grow up with her dad. I’m not trying to be a single mom raising a kid alone,” she stated and I nodded because I understood what she was saying, but at the same time it was like damn let me work my way out on my own.

“I got this.” Was all I had to say about it.

“I guess you gotta do what you gotta do.” She sighed and turned to scroll on her phone.

I stared at her while I made a silent promise to protect them at all costs and that I wouldn’t be in the streets too much longer.

I had moves that I wanted to make to ensure that we would be set for the rest of our lives.

Yes, I was a rich nigga, but I wanted wealth.

That was two different things and whatever I set out to do, I’d get it.

Before Kari was born and prior to Kenya, I moved however I wanted and only had to worry about myself. Now every move that I made carried a different weight and it damn sure had more purpose. Everything I did was for them.

“I got us baby. Just know that I love you both and I’ll do anything to protect you and to make sure that you’re both good. I’ll be back in a little while.” kissed her lips then placed a soft kiss on my daughter’s forehead.

For the next couple of months, I was on go mode.

I made sure to spend as much time with Kenya and Kari as I could, soaking up every moment before my business in the streets pulled me away.

Whether it was late night feedings, changing diapers, or watching my baby girl while her mother slept.

Most nights I came in late so I would make sure that Kari was fine so that Kenya didn’t have to get up.

Doing those things meant everything to me because they were memories that I wouldn’t get back.

I tried my best to do my part as a father while still juggling my weight in the streets.

As much as I loved being home with my family, I still had to run my organization.

The streets didn't stop moving because I became a dad.

Money still had to be made, people still had to be managed, and the problems in the streets had to be dealt with.

Every morning, I kissed Kenya and Kari before heading out, making my rounds and checking in on every part of the operation.

I met with suppliers, handled issues before they became disasters, and made sure every dollar was accounted for.

My brother, Zelan, and our right hand, Meek, had done an excellent job holding things down while I was away, but there was something about being present that I just couldn’t shake.

I trusted those dudes with my life, but there was always that one nigga that would try you when they knew that the head of it all wasn’t around.

And truthfully, I was gone way too long.

Knowing this, they tested Zelan at every turn, but he still made sure to let them know that he wasn’t the one.

“So, we got our shipment coming in and I think I wanna try something different with the cash drop offs and product pick-up. Once the count is done, hold off on distributing it to everyone. This change will be for the better,” I told Zelan.

“I’m with whatever you got up your sleeve.

Just let me know how you want me to move on this.

I’m about to head out, Ma wants me to pick her up a fish platter from Make My Fish in Harlem,” he said, and my damn mouth was already watering at the thought of it.

That was my damn spot and Kenya loved them as well.

“Damn that sounds good. I’ma have to make that stop too before I head home.”

Kenya and I lived in Harlem, but I couldn’t wait to show her what I had up my sleeve.

I was about to close on our first house right across the bridge in Jersey.

I had a family now, and the only thing on my mind was protecting them and making sure that peace always surrounded them.

Having my daughter changed my entire perspective.

I was making big moves and with them my enemies were growing by the minute.

Truth be told, I should’ve left the area a long time ago.

By the time I made it home, it was a little after ten.

I had stopped by Make My Fish to pick up our food on the way home.

I already knew Kenya's ass was sleep, but the moment I told her what I brung home, she'd be up like somebody lit a fire under her ass.

As soon as I walked through the front door, I heard my baby girl crying upstairs.

A smile spread across my face because even though I was tired as hell, I knew I would be up with my daughter until she fell back to sleep.

It was like she knew when daddy was home because she was right on time with it.

I sat the food down in the kitchen then headed upstairs.

The closer I got, the harder and louder her cries got.

I raised a brow because hearing her wail like that for that long was odd.

Kenya was always up the second Kari started fussing, especially when she knew that I was out.

She hated to let our daughter cry and swore that it out unnecessary stress on the baby and her.

Naturally, I walked into Kari’s room, but she wasn’t in her crib.

She was still crying, so I knew that she had to be in our bedroom.

When I walked in, I found Kari lying in her portable bassinet, red-faced and screaming her little heart out. The strange part about it though was that Kenya wasn't anywhere in sight.

“Hey, shhhh, baby girl. Daddy’s here,” I whispered, lifting up Kari into my arms.

I knew she’d been crying for a minute because the top part of her sleeper was soaking wet. As soon as I picked her up, and she calmed right down. I grabbed her pacifier then slipped it into her mouth before changing her diaper.

“Mommy slippin’ on her duties tonight?” I smiled down at her; I was joking but something just didn’t feel right.