I remember when me and Capella got locked up together, it was Zoya that kept assuring Capri that she could do it.
Now, a district attorney, she was sitting watching her best friend take on a nationwide case alone. Blair would have been there if Sim didn’t tell her she needed to stay back.
Meer got Capri out of there before the verdict could be read. He had her already in a truck heading across town back to her office. It didn’t matter that me and Boobie were beefing, I knew how big this case was.
I heard her leaving out this morning and I was right behind her. She stopped for a coffee every morning, so while she had stopped for a coffee, I continued to the courthouse. I’d be damned if anybody thought they were touching my wife because of a verdict. My one and only priority was to make sure she made it out of that damn courthouse.
Menace called me this morning and told me he would have a truck for both her and Kora. Told me that he wanted us to bring her to the private airport because he had a jet waiting for her.
She was going to Aspen where both Menace and Stevie were waiting for her. I hated to see her leave, but anything to protect her.
There would be protests and riots around the city, and he didn’t want her near it. There weren’t many places she could hide. This case was a high-profile case, and everyone had eyes on it.
We neared the airport, and Quasim and Meer turned off, leaving me and Kincaid to continue riding along. The gates opened, allowing us entry and Menace’s jet was waiting with the Caselli crest on the side of it.
In the hangar, there was a second one that I assumed was Don’s jet. Duke spun the tank around and put it in park.
He hopped out and opened the door for her. She stepped out with her purse and briefcase. I got off my bike and walked over toward her. Her eyes were red like she had been crying.
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“The fuck happened to he?—”
“Victory… the feeling of victory,” Capone said, as he took the keys from Duke. “Something small to a giant right, Zoy?”
She nodded her head yes.
I looked down at her, as she avoided eye contact with me. “See you soon, ight?”
“Yeah.”
I lifted her chin. “So, fucking proud of you… ain’t nobody fucking with Ms. Lawyer,” I teased, and she gave me a small smile.
A lot had to be going through her head, and I understood. “Thank you.”
“Call me when you land.”
“Should I? Dick without complications.”
“You calling to argue?”
“No.”
“Then what complications?”
She smiled slightly. “Okay.”
“Get some rest. Think about what you want. I know what I want but can’t keep doing the back and forth, Zoya.”
“Where am I going?”
“Aspen. Your brother is there and waiting.”
She stomped her feet, annoyed. “I haven’t visited my family’s house there in years.”
“Take this slight break and think about what you want. If you’re not ready for what I want, then we walk away and remain friends… never hard feelings.”
“And if I don’t want to be friends?”
