Chapter 10 Zo #2
Before I could speak, I heard my name called out over the music.
I turned to look through the crowd to see who had called me, only to find Remy instead.
She was being interviewed by the news station where Ivy worked.
She had the biggest smile on her face, and I knew that she had worked hard as hell for the night to be perfect.
I didn’t want to be the person to fuck it up, but disrespecting my wife was not about to be tolerated at all.
Just as I was about to address those niggas, she caught eyes with me and waved me over.
I exhaled, walked through the crowd, and went to stand beside the cameraman.
“….I am super passionate about it. And I’m grateful for all the support from the community and my family. I really couldn’t have done it without them and my husband.” She smiled brightly, and then the camera's lights cut off, and she shook hands with the camera crew.
“Mr. Richardson, you really have a gem here. We really admire her drive.” The anchor turned to me and shook my hand.
“I appreciate it. She really is one of one.” I said as I kissed Rem’s forehead, but made sure I didn’t lose sight of the two niggas I needed to handle. One of them had already disappeared, and I saw the jacket of the other one heading toward the door.
“Zohan, what’s wrong with you?” She asked as we took a couple of steps away from the crew.
“Nothing, baby, why?” I lied.
“You have that look in your eyes, whatever it is, it can wait.” She pleaded.
“I’m good, aight? I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I said as I let her hand go and went to find them before they made it too far.
By the time I made it outside, they were standing at the curb, asking how long it would take for their cars to arrive.
“Hollow, grab the truck, I need you to take me somewhere,” I said, causing them both to turn around. Hollow nodded and left his position to bring the truck that was parked nearby.
When he pulled up at the curb, I went to the two guys who looked like they had been scared to move a muscle.
“Let’s go take a ride,” I said as I threw a mint into my mouth.
“Look, man, we didn’t know that was your wife; we don’t want any problems,” Mr. Blank Check begged, but his feet never left their position.
“Move before I move you,” I said as I waited. The other guy didn’t know whether he wanted to run or scream. Neither of them would do any good. With all the manpower around here, he wouldn’t make it far.
They hesitantly walked toward the back of the truck. I slid in beside them, like we were old friends. I took my gun from my waistband and gripped it tightly.
“Where are we going, boss?” Hollow asked.
“To the field,” I answered, tapping it on my knee.
“Bro, this is a misunderstanding. Can we just talk it out like men?” The one closest to me swallowed hard. I didn’t respond. Men didn’t speak about other men’s wives. When it came to Remy, nothing was negotiable.
I heard the door handle snap, and I knew that the nigga on the end was trying to make a run for it. But he couldn’t. The doors here only opened from the outside, and unless he had military grade hands, he couldn’t bust the window either.
I chuckled.
I could see the rise and fall of the nigga’s chest once we made it to the back of the building.
We rode for about three minutes until we were out of view of the venue.
This is what I like to call no man’s land.
This is where we took all the niggas when we didn’t want to be bothered with clean up.
The soil back here had its color for a reason. It was watered by blood.
Hollow parked and went around to let them out. When he hesitated, Hollow snatched that nigga by his shirt and hit him with the butt of his gun and dragged him to his feet. I chuckled. Hollow is Sanchez’s cousin, but he was on my security team, and I fucked with him tough. He was always ready to go.
When they were out of the car, I finally got out and walked toward them.
Niggas were begging for their lives now.
Their hands were shaking, and their voices were cracking.
Funny how brave niggas get small quick. They were just laughing a minute about wanting to fuck my wife.
Like she couldn’t buy these niggas and their businesses twenty times over.
“Bro!” Blank check screamed out once we walked them deeper into the field.
“Turn around nigga,” I snapped. My patience was gone, and I knew my wife would be looking for me soon.
He turned around to me, eyes wide. I aimed the gun at his mouth and shot. He talked too fucking much. The other nigga started screaming at the top of his lungs for help. It echoed through the fields.
I swung toward him and shot quickly. Once they fell, I finished the job and walked back toward the truck.
“Thank you for your donations. Take them to the dump,” I chuckled as I put my gun back into my waistband and slid inside the truck.
We made it back to the venue, and I walked through the doors to find my wife.
When I did, she was on the dance floor with Storm.
As soon as I made it close enough, Trouble shot me a look that made me laugh and shake my head.
Storm was always going to start the party, and that nigga hated on her every time.
I went over to the bar, grabbed a drink, and let her enjoy the rest of her night. But it wasn’t long until she found me.
“I’m proud of you,” I said, guiding her between my legs and holding her at her waist.
“Thank you, and I’m proud of you too.” She said as she took a sip of water from the champagne glass. Remy always served alcohol but never drank at any of her events.
“For what?” I asked.
“For taking whatever that issue was outside, and not ruining my event,” She smiled and made me laugh. Her ass knew me too well.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shorty.” I denied it.
“Yeah, unless you cut yourself shaving your full beard, you have a drop of blood on your sleeve,” She nodded toward the white button-down underneath the jacket that I was wearing.
Looking down, I chuckled, knowing that she had caught me.
Normally, I was always clean. But for reasons like this, I preferred to wear all black.
Just as the event neared its end, Taylor went back to the microphone.
“We are now at the end of the Rich Ball.
Thank you for attending and for your generous donations.
Tonight, we raised an additional 347,000 dollars.
These donations were matched by SRJ Advisory, Jennings Support Capital, J.I.J.
Incorporated, Cross Holdings, and Richardson & Co.
This brings our total donations for the night to a whopping $2,082,000.
This money will go toward our transitional housing for homeless and pregnant women.
Thank you for all you do. Remember, being rich starts small, grows big, but begins with you.
Again, I am your mistress of the ceremony, Miss Taylor Cross. Thank you all for coming.
All the guests stood and clapped as they started to file out to the parking lot to get their cars. I grabbed Rem’s hand as we walked out, too.
“Baby, I don’t think you got a chance to meet Mr. Black.” Remy stopped in her tracks as I was guiding her to the fleet of trucks that were waiting to escort us home.
I followed her gaze. An older man was sitting on one of the concrete fixtures. He was badly scarred, but his one good eye was a little too knowing. He looked at her as best he could with a smile. She pulled me over to him.
“Now, why didn’t I run into you all night?” She asked him with a playful tone.
“I was late,” He chuckled.
“This is my husband, Zohan. Baby, this is Mr. Black, the donor I was telling you about.” She said as she introduced us.
He looked at me like he was hesitant to shake my hand, so I didn’t extend mine until he did. His grip was weak.
“Nice to meet you, your wife is going to partner with me on something very special,” he said, smiling at Remy.
“Appreciate that,” I nodded toward him and then tapped Rem’s side. “Let’s go, Mama.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Black.” She smiled again before walking away.
Once we got in the back seat, she slid against me, and I put my arm around her.
“This is one of the best nights ever, baby.” She mumbled against my chest.
Before we could even get back on the main road, I heard light snoring.
She was cuddled up next to me and sleeping without a worry in the world.
I pulled her closer and let her rest. As we continued to ride, my mind switched gears.
Tonight, I had been focused on making sure that Remy’s event went exactly the way she wanted it to.
But now it was back to the task at hand.
Karlos Weston. And the shit he had brewing.