“In my office. I couldn’t walk around the club with it on me.”
“Kaymen, go with her to her office to get her shit. We pushing up on them niggas outside.” Ahkeem made the executive decision. I was taking too long contemplating if I wanted to save face for the sake of my business or if I wanted to get one up on the plotting-ass niggas outside.
Kaymen nodded before taking my hand to lead me to my office. I grabbed Zylynn, and Diamond told Amina to follow us. On my way to the office, I stopped and grabbed Taylor and Angie, who were chilling with some other ladies in their section. I needed all my close friends safe, so I had them stay put in my office.
“Jazzy, what the fuck is going on?” Taylor stressed once she saw me cock my gun back.
“Just stay here. Don’t leave this fucking office until we come back.” My homegirls weren’t cut out for shit like this, so I didn’t even try to explain nothing to them. I knew the life I inherited once I took Ahk’s last name. It was a no-brainer that Silas thought the best time to spin on us after we knocked off Knox was at my all-white party. The nigga was calculated and loved to ruin a fucking evening.
In my ear, Cyro spoke to me again. “These niggas not the Feds.”
“Do what the fuck you gotta do! Ahk and PJ coming down to cover you now!”
I kicked off my heels and rushed out of the office with Kaymen to my right. He kept me close as we pushed through the crowd to get to the entrance of the club. Soon as we hit the bar, I heard gunshots firing off outside the club. Patrons inside began to scream, and chaos erupted within the club.
“Stay the fuck behind me, Jazzy. Ahk and PJ would fucking kill me if I let anything happen to you,” Kaymen ordered.
I nodded as I shook off the nerves that attempted to take over. Together, we busted out the front door of the club. I covered Kaymen, squeezing my trigger at the cars that stopped on the block in front of the club.
Out the corner of my eye, I could see Priest covering Ahk as they let bullets fly from their guns. We lit up the entire block with a crescendo of bullets. We were outnumbered, but Diamond being the sharpshooter that she was, she popped two niggas coming from the left and evened out the playing field.
Priest motioned at Ahk, letting him know he was clear to move from behind one of the pillars I had put up as part of the décor. I knew Ahk was trying to make his way to me but couldn’t do so while bullets were flying.
As he was making his move, Priest popped a nigga coming in from the left behind one of the cars they pulled up in. His body hit the asphalt immediately.
“Ahkeem!” I screamed out as a nigga cut through the cars and tried aiming directly at him.
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach as the bullet whipped past Ahk’s shoulder, grazing him. Blood seeped through the white sleeve of his shirt as he upped his gun and fired back. I did the same, aiming directly at the nigga. I hit him in the stomach, and Ahk wiped him out with a headshot.
He finally made it over to me, and he grabbed me.
“You’re good?!”
His jaws clenched as pain flashed his face. “I’m good, Lovey!”
I didn’t have time to pry the truth out of him. Bullets were still flying, and the block was still hot.
Glass from the windows of my club shattered behind us as three more niggas stood on the other side of the street. “Javi, I’ll cover you! They hit Ahk!” Moe said to him.
Javi popped up from behind the black truck Cyro chauffeured me around in. The nigga acted as if he was bullet proof and walked right in the path of the bullets. He popped a nigga right between the eyes, and his body slumped over the hood of the hoopty they were circling our block in.
Moe came up behind him, hitting the nigga to the left in the chest. The impact of the bullet jolted him back, and he fell against the side of the car.
J’Ru came up from the side and knocked off the last nigga standing with a headshot. Everything outside went quiet for just a brief second as we all looked around to make sure all of our people were accounted for. The chaos continued inside as patrons pushed out toward the back of the club in hopes of finding safety.
Ahkeem clutched his arm, applying pressure on the graze. “Get him to Brixton now.” Priest dropped his car key into my hand. The blood that was leaking out of Ahk’s arm was alarming as fuck.
Britain’s brother, Brixton, was a nigga who never asked any questions. He had finally become a surgeon; however, he always did work on the side for his brother-in law. It wasn’t our first time hitting him up; however, it was our first time doing so for Ahk.
“Kaymen, take care of the surveillance footage,” I told him as Ahk leaned on me while we were making our way to the car.
“I got you. Make sure that nigga get patched up.”
“Hurry up and get the fuck out of here. Twelve not too far.”
The sirens in the distance let me know that my club was about to be surrounded in no time. Kaymen slipped inside to delete the surveillance footage while everyone dipped. I got into Priest’s AMG, and I tried my best to keep it below the speed limit as squad cars whipped past us.
I looked to my left, and Ahk was still clutching his shoulder with his jaw clenched. “I’m sorry I brought this shit to your club, Lovey,” he gritted out through the pain.
