“Shut up,” she giggled. We got cleaned up with some wet wipes she kept in her bag.
“Now I gotta do the walk of shame in front of that chef.”
I shrugged my shoulder. “Man, she knew what type time we was on when she stepped foot on this bitch and saw all these fucking rose petals.”
Jazzlyn rolled her eyes as she led the way inside of the yacht. I smirked as her jaw dropped at the candle lit set up she was met with. The crisp white tablecloth, champagne on ice, and the bouquet of ruby red roses set the scene perfectly. She looked at me with her bottom lip pocked out.
“Pa, you didn’t have to do all this.”
I wrapped my arms around her before craning down to set a kiss on her lips. “Don’t tell me what I don’t have to do behind you. You deserve the world.”
I pulled her seat before I took a seat across from her. She spent the whole evening giddy and just smiling. Her smile was her best feature in my opinion. It was just so fucking captivating and gorgeous. We talked and enjoyed some much-needed time alone with each other over our steaks and glasses of champagne.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Lovey.”
Once we returned to the dock, we headed back to the rental house to get ready for the night out at Club Reign. The night we had at Bar Remedy once we touched down in the 305 was one for the books. Kross kept talking big shit about Club Reign not being able to top it, so of course, my baby made sure to pull all the stops to ensure that tonight would be lit as fuck.
Jazzy knew how to throw a fucking party, and Kross was about to learn that shit. With Cinco’s game being the following day, she had already paid him his booking fee and had his face plastered all over social media and on flyers, making everyone aware that he would be in the building and hosting.
Jazzy came down to Miami as often as she could just to check in on the club, so they were familiar with her. She ran her clubs like the fucking military, so all her employes knew what she was expecting.
The music was right, bottles were floating through the air with sparklers, and dancers were making their money. I let my baby work the room since I knew she wouldn’t find it in her to sit down unless everything was perfect.
“Yo wife might got something going here,” Kross chuckled as he took a seat next to me in the big-ass section designated for us. He pulled Remedy down on his lap before he dapped me up.
“Told you, nigga. If you tryna expand Bar Remedy, make a move with her. My baby do good business. Guaranteed that both of y’all gone eat.”
“Shit, Bar Remedy NYC don’t sound too fucking bad, nigga.”
“Make that shit happen!”
From across the club, I could see Jazzlyn making sure bottles were being sent over to our section. The little red bodysuit she was wearing was doing her right, and even in the club with a sea of bitches around, my eyes only gravitated to her. I was a little obsessed with her, but that shit ain’t bother me or her one bit. Our chemistry was so strong, she felt my eyes peering onto her, and we made eye contact.
“I love you,” she mouthed.
I set my left hand over my heart before doing the same. “I love you too.”
“Y’all motherfuckas too in love,” Jersey scoffed jokingly as he stepped onto the couch and took a seat along the back of it.
“With a shorty like the one I wifed, you can’t help but to be fucking in love.”
“Real shit,” Kross agreed.
The club jumped off into full swing, and once operation fell into flowing state, Jazzy finally was able to come join us. I let her turn up with her girls since they wouldn’t be able to have a time like this for a while with their busy schedules.
Ezekiel pulled up to the section and dapped us up. Once he got to me and Kross, he leaned into our ears to speak to us over the music. “I got the drop on Silas.”
Initially, the beef between Silas and me was going to remain between us, but once Kross and Ezekiel found out that he was working on setting up a few traps down south in Miami, he acquired two extra enemies who just so happened to be some crash out brothers.
They wanted Silas to get the fuck out of their city while I wanted that motherfucka’ six feet under. With a goal in common, they put their ears to the streets to get up with him. I was ready to dead this shit and put it all behind me. Silas’ little tactics of sending his weak-ass shooters at my family earned his ass a fucking death sentence. Wasn’t shit sliding anymore.
“Word? We out then.”
It was half past one AM, and lights were scheduled to come on at two AM. Kross was on the same type of time I was on. I called for Diamond and the guys, letting them know it was time we rolled out.
“Yo, Cinco, do me a favor and ride with the ladies back to the house.”
