I assumed now that I was Ahk’s wife, Brooke was covering her bases and making sure to include me in her petition tocounter the current custody agreement. I tore the envelope open and pulled the letter out.
“The fuck?” I screwed my face up. “Who the fuck is Giselle?”
My eyes continued to scan the page.
Estate of Sylvia Barette, Deceased, Notice of Claim and Petition to Contest Will. This firm represents Giselle Howard, a biological daughter of Sylvia Barette, deceased.
My heart sank to my ass. Even from the grave, Sylvia managed to turn my and Priest’s lives upside down. Sylvia and Terrance had another child they never told us about. All they fucking did was connive and scheme, leaving us to suffer the consequences.
I whipped out my phone and dialed Priest’s number. “What’s up, Jazzy?”
“I just got our fucking answer,” I gritted while clenching the letter in hand.
“Answer to what?”
“Sylvia and Terrance had another fucking daughter, Priest, and she’s suing us!”
I could hear some shuffling in the background, and he excused himself from whoever he was around. Once he got somewhere private, I could hear him smack his lips. “Suing us for fucking what?”
“Sylvia’s estate, final will, life insurance, and that fucking trust you gave her. She’s coming after it all.”
“Let her fucking have it. We don’t want that shit anyway.”
It was true. We went into our lawyer Abraham’s office and let the reading of Sylvia’s final will go through one ear and out the other. Nothing she left behind was of value to us, and the money she had in her trust wasn’t doing shit for us since we were both very well off. The last of her was just sitting, and even though Priest and I never took grabs at it, now that this Giselle chickwanted a piece of the pie, I wasn’t about to let her have it so fucking easily.
It was Priest and I who suffered the most at the hands of Sylvia. She was a shitty individual and even shittier mother. If anyone deserved anything she left behind, it was us.
“Priest, you got me fucked up. I’m not coming off nothing for this chick. We got the worst of it with Sylvia’s ass. If she wants it, she better be ready to put up a hell of a fight.”
A deep sigh escaped Priest. He’d been so at peace lately that he lost his will to fight for anything. He was all for just letting shit be. Me, on the other hand? I was willing to fight for everything, including Sylvia’s will and trust. She gained everything she had from my and Priest’s suffering, and I’d be damned if anyone else got their hands on it.
“Whatever you wanna do, Jazzy. We’ll get with Abraham sometime this week.”
“Bet.” We said our goodbyes and ended the phone call.
Sylvia and Terrance were like two ongoing nightmares, even from the grave.
Chapter Fifteen
AHKEEM
“I been tryingto get at you for a little minute now.”
I stood over Knox. He was a bloodied fucking mess. Cyro did him in pretty bad. Heard he had an issue with putting his hands on women. Just so happened to be a chick who danced at my wife’s club. I said it time and time again: I wasn’t fucking lucky; I was blessed. Niggas just ended up in the lion's den fucking with me.
My baby didn’t want no blood on her floors at the club, so we transported Knox’s bitch ass to one of our traps nearby. He folded as soon as we saw each other face to face. Got to bitching and pleading for his life, claimed the only reason he popped Ny was because Silas told him to.
See, that was the thing with Silas. He sent a whole bunch of bitch-ass niggas to do his dirty work while he kicked back. He claimed that I didn’t put in enough work for my spot, but all that nigga did was duck smoke. That was why all his little homies were dropping like flies.
“I… I… I didn’t know Nymir ran with you,” he stammered, desperately trying to get the fuck out of my hands before I ended his life.
In the room, Jersey, Cyro, and Javi chuckled. “Nigga, you knew what type of time Nymir was on. Quit all that capping,” Javi scoffed.
“You popped big shit when you put down Ny. Fuck is up now, pussy?” I pressed my gun against his temple.
“Blow that motherfucka’ head off,” Jersey encouraged with a smirk.
“No! P- please, man! I got a son!”
