“I know, Blue, and I’m sorry.” I kissed all over his face. I could’ve lost my son today, or he could have lost me. Either way it went, I needed him close more than he could ever understand.
I kissed Jazzlyn and made sure she was good. Aside from a little scrape on her knee from how fast she hit the ground to cover Saphir, she was good. “Who the fuck were they?” she asked, her eyes raging with fire. She felt threatened, and whenever she felt threatened, she wanted revenge.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it,” I asserted before craning down to kiss her lips.
Jersey stood at the top of the steps of the church. “Anybody hit?!”
Luckily, Silas’ pussy-ass crew weren’t no sharp shooters, so there were no fatalities, just a whole bunch of traumatized and shaken up folks.
I kept Saphir in my arms as I led him and Jazzlyn to our car. He was so shaken up, he didn’t want to let go of me, so I climbed in the back seat with him. “Blue, Daddy won’t let nothing happen to you, baby boy. I would put down each and every bad guy to keep you safe. You hear me?”
The tears he had been trying to hold back finally sprang from his eyes. As much as I wanted to send Jazzlyn home with him while I stayed behind with my guys to see about getting the lastof the fuck niggas who tried to spin on us, I couldn’t. Family came first, especially my seed.
He nodded as he cried.
Fuck.
It was shit like this that made me say fuck the money, the power, and respect. My son not living his life in fear meant way more to me than all this shit.
“Let’s switch,” Jazzlyn told me from the front seat. “Drive. I told Diamond and the guys to meet us at the penthouse.”
She always had my fucking back. She knew what I needed from her without me even saying it.
We could hear sirens in the distance, which meant we had to peel the fuck off before we ended up getting questioned by the fucking Feds. Jazzlyn took my spot in the back seat, holding Saphir’s hand and assuring him that he was safe. As I was going around my car to get into the front seat, I caught Jersey speaking with Nymir’s grandmother, who was visibly shaken. He had a better chance at getting through to her and apologizing than I did, so I shot him a nod before getting into the car.
My mind was so fucking gone, I ended up getting to the penthouse before I even realized it. If it weren’t for Jazzlyn calling my name, I don’t think I would have ever snapped out of my thoughts. I needed these niggas dead for pulling what they did at the church. This nigga Silas was so pussy, he tried to catch me where he thought I was vulnerable and off my square. He showed me just how dirty he could get, and I was ready to take this shit to fucking hell behind my family and my people.
A few minutes after us, Jersey pulled up with Javi, Moe, Diamond and Amina. I sat in the living room with Saphir in my arms. He was scared, and I wanted to assure him that nothing would happen to him.
“You good, Blue?” Jersey asked him as he put his fist out for a fist bump.
Saphir granted it to him while nodding his head. My son had such a big personality, so seeing him become reclusive due to fear fucked with me.
Jazzlyn entered the front room just as everyone took their seats. I ain’t have a clue why Amina was in my crib, but that was something I would get with Diamond about later. It wasn’t any beef; I just didn’t see any need for her to be with her sister at the moment while we were talking business.
“You guys need anything? Water, snacks… liquor?” Jazzlyn came from the kitchen. She muttered the liquor part since Saphir was still present.
They all chuckled. “Nah, we good, sis. ‘Preciate it,” Javi assured her.
She nodded before walking toward me. “I’m gonna take him to his room while you handle this.” She took Saphir out of my hold. I could see the way he melted into her arms, letting me know he felt safe with her.
“Thank you, Lovey.” I stood up, kissed her lips, and watched her leave the living room with Saphir.
Amina watched our interaction so hard that I could feel heat from her eyes. She even kept her eyes on Jazzlyn as she exited the room. I ain’t have time for no bullshit, so I didn’t even address the shit. I had bigger fish to fucking fry, like motherfuckas shooting at me and my family in broad fucking daylight.
“I need this nigga Silas touched. He shot at me, my wife, and my son.” I slammed my hand into my fist as my nose flared. “Get the fucking drop on whoever associated with him. I don’t care if I gotta put down his bald-headed-ass mama. I fucking will. This nigga should be too fucking scared to even sleep with one eye open.”
I tried the whole peace thing with Silas. He did his thing in the city, and I did mine. Silas just couldn’t take the fact thateven though I was put in my position, I was better than him. He couldn’t build the business up like I did or bring success to an operation that was already successful. He would’ve just been riding the fucking wave and not bringing nothing to the table. Me, I saw this shit as a steppingstone, not just the end of my journey. I was never comfortable, and the moves I made, business ventures I started, and connections I built on my own proved that.
“I should’ve fucking known something was up with them cars when I went to go grab my shades from my whip. I peeped them, but I assumed they were Ny’s people who were just pulling up and shit.” Moe shook his head.
“We gotta keep our fucking heads on a swivel. If these niggas pulling up at funerals, ain’t no telling what other grimy shit they willing to pull,” Javi added.
“I gotta make a phone call. I’ll be right back,” I excused myself before leaving the living room through the sliding doors that led to our terrace.
As I stood overlooking the view of the city, I whipped out my phone and dialed J’Ru’s number.
“I’m not on your fucking payroll, Ahk. Don’t call me during business hours,” he bullshitted like he always did whenever I called. I ain’t like bothering these niggas much, so they knew whenever I used their number, I needed something.
