“Ahkeem, get the fuck outta here. I wouldn’t be caught dead in no fucking farmhouse,” she sassed with a roll of her neck.
“I’m just fucking with you. I know what my baby like. I got you. Can we get a dog too?”
She nodded with a giggle. “Yup. A poodle.”
I smacked my lips while shaking my head. “I’m not getting no poodle. We gone have to compromise.”
“We’ll figure it out. Are you ready to turn up tonight? I’m thinking about doing handstands in the club. What you think?” She laughed while tapping her chin as if she was deep in thought.
I gripped her sides and pulled her close. “Not too fucking much. You got my seed in you.”
“Boy, I’m not full of nothing but Casamigos and McDonald’s french fries.” She waved me off.
“We’ll see. Do me a favor and chill on the drinking while we out here.”
She folded her arms against her chest, ready to protest. “See, Ahk?! Don’t start that shit. We just started trying. Let me live before you get me all fat.”
“You can live. I just need you to be safe.”
She sighed before wrapping her arms around me. “I get it, but we don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet, so that means I can turn up. Once I take a test after this trip, I’ll lock in and be safe for your big-headed-ass baby.”
“Our big-headed-ass baby,” I corrected her before pecking her lips.
We all chilled a little before we got ready to head out. While we were in Miami, I still was on the hunt for Silas, so I needed to link with my homie who knew the ins and outs of the city better than I did. Everybody looked like money as we filled up the Sprinter. Our driver eased into a stop right in front of a spot called Bar Remedy.
“Yo, this us in the Sprinter,” I said to my homie Ezekiel over the phone.
“Bet. I’m coming out now.”
We stepped out of the Sprinter and were met with the busy nightlife of Miami. I loved Miami because it was just as fast paced as New York. The guys and I helped the ladies out of the van just as Ezekiel pulled up.
“You in my stomping grounds now, nigga!” Ezekiel walked over to me and dapped me up. We shared a brotherly hug, happy to see each other. Zeke and I went way back. When I used to traffic guns, he was one of my best customers. We made a whole lot of money together and always looked out for each other if a favor was needed.
Zeke was a typical, flashy-ass Miami nigga, but he was real as fuck. He had the long-ass wicks Angie had been talking about since we touched down and solid gold grills that matched the thick-ass gold Cuban links around his neck and wrist. Us New York niggas liked to be iced out, while Miami niggas liked to be flooded in gold. He ran Miami with his crew, the Paper Chase Empire, and I ran New York. We were two bosses who weren’t intimidated or threatened by each other.
“Let’s see what Miami hitting for. Good to see you, nigga.”
“Hell yeah. How long it’s been? You done got too big for a nigga now,” he jested.
I shook my head with a laugh. “Nah, it ain’t nothing like that. I just expanded my horizons a little bit.”
“I’m just fucking with you, dawg. I heard what type of time you on now. Keep doing your shit up there. You earned that shit, bruh.”
“‘Preciate it.” I pulled Jazzy closer to me and introduced her. “This my wife Jazzlyn. She owns a club out here, Club Reign. We extending the invite for tomorrow night. Bring the city out.”
He extended his hand to her, and she shook it. “Oh shit! You own Club Reign? I done popped out there a few times. It’s always a vibe out there. I gotta plug you in with my brother Kross. He owns this lounge and bar we turning up at tonight.” He pointed behind him at Bar Remedy. It looked real upscale, but from the music that was blasting from inside, I knew it wasn’t an uptight establishment like the neighboring ones.
“Bet. We can definitely make some money together.” My baby was all about networking, so I had to plug her in. Zeke and his people where the real deal, so there was no doubt that she and Kross could work on some shit that would guarantee them both some bread.
After Zeke introduced himself to everyone else, he led us inside and got us situated in the biggest section in the establishment. He already knew Cinco, so they chopped it up. We were then approached by Zeke’s brother, Kross, and his wife Remedy. They were hand in hand while they pulled up to us.
“Heard a lot about you. You kept down south strapped with heat.” Kross dapped me up.
“I did what I could. I ain’t on that no more, though. We on to bigger and better.”
“I respect that. Your name and face good down south,” he assured me before introducing us to his lady. “This my wife Remedy.”
“Oh my God! He named this spot after you? That’s so cute,” Jazzlyn gushed.
