“Unfortunately. What are we going to do about her?”
“Let Abraham handle that shit in court, and if it go past the courts, you’ll handle it.”
“Oh, you don’t just handle shit anymore?” I teased him.
He shook his head with a sly smirk. “It ain’t on me no more. You married to the king of the city now; I think he can handleMs. Pumpkin Spice From Starbucks. I gotta go plan this baby-moon for my wife.”
“Ouu, where you taking my girl?”
He ran his fingers through his beard before shrugging. “Thinking about Sint Maarten. Her mom and step-pops went last June, and they talked about it over the phone for hours.”
“Awee, PJ! That’s so sweet!”
“Yeah yeah. It’s a surprise, so don’t go running your mouth to her.”
“I won’t. You got my word.” I set my hand over my heart just like he always would, prompting him to chuckle.
“’Preciate it. How you been? I ain’t got the chance to chop it up with you since everything at the club.”
At the mention of the club, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of heaviness weigh down on me. With everything going on with this meeting with Giselle and her lawyer, I was able to push it to the back of my mind for a little while. Ahk swore he was gonna figure some shit out, but as much as I trusted him, I just couldn’t see a way out of this. Club Reign turned into a fucking cemetery that night. There was no way in hell the Feds were gonna let up until they got answers. Until then, I was just gonna have to sit and wait.
“I’m good. Can’t complain.”
He eyed me, searching for any reason to pry, but ultimately opted against it. “He mentioned it again.”
“Mentioned what?”
“A baby, Jazzy. What else?”
A deep sigh aired out of me as I looked up at the sky. He noticed my reaction and chuckled. “You married a persistent man, sis.”
“I fucking see,” I muttered.
“Still ain’t figure out when you gonna tell him?”
I groaned. “Why does this shit matter to you so much? Usually, when I’m making horrible decisions, you let me fall on my ass.”
He shrugged his broad shoulders before responding. “You got a good thing with Ahk. It’s still early in y’all marriage, so y’all can work this shit out if it does hit the fan. I like his big-headed ass for you. I just don’t want you to fuck this up too bad.”
“You enjoy having a brother, don’t you?” I lightly punched his arm.
He tried his best to conceal his smile but failed. “Fuck up. The nigga cool. That’s all I’m saying. I know I told you I’d mind my business, but for real, Jazzy, you need to tell him.”
My smile dropped as I nodded. “I’ll tell him this week.”
“You fucking with me?” He raised his thick brow, unconvinced.
“No. I’ll tell him this week for real.”
He pulled me into a hug before dropping a kiss on the top of my head. “Call me if you need anything. Be safe, kid.”
“You too.” He helped me into my car, and we went our separate ways.
As I drove, all I could think about was how the conversation I was gonna have with Ahk could break our marriage.
Chapter Nineteen
AHKEEM
