“I got you!”
Moments later, Zeek rammed his car right into the bumper of Roc’s Benz truck. The rear tires lost traction, and the truck fishtailed crazily on the interstate. Javi, Moe, and Diamond ain’t let up as they continued spraying at the whip. I knew once the Benz hit the side railing of the interstate that we had successfully knocked off Roc and the niggas who were with him. The impactof the collision was so hard that the car instantly burst into flames as the front half hung off the bridge.
I ducked back into the car and reloaded my clip that I had just emptied on Silas’ Lambo. He was still pushing that motherfucka’, and Jersey was flooring the gas to keep up right behind him. As Jersey whipped the car, I hung out the window, firing shots. I managed to blow one of Silas’ back tires. He pulled a fast one and jerked his whip toward the first exit he came up on. At the speed Jersey was going, it was fucking impossible to whip the G-Wagon to the same exit without totaling the whip and wiping us out. I heard the loud collision of Silas’s whip crashing against the guard rail of the exit as we passed him by.
“Fuck!” I banged my fist against the dashboard of the car. Nothing would have brought me more satisfaction than sending a bullet right between his eyes. His car wiping out on the interstate didn’t serve me shit.
“This shit too hot! Take the next exit then follow Zeke!” Kross instructed from the back.
Jersey did as told, and we followed Zeke, who ducked in and out of the back streets of the city. “That nigga dead, fam. He wiped out on that exit.” Noonie squeezed my shoulder.
“The nigga ain’t fucking dead until I see it with my own two eyes.”
“I’ll have my people look into it. Right now, we need to ditch these whips and lay low,” Kross said. He was right. The last thing I needed was to get jammed up in Miami. I was just gonna have to find out if that fucked-up faced, bucked toothed motherfucka’ was dead later.
Chapter Twenty-Six
JAZZLYN
Miami wasa trip for the books. It had been a while since I was able to let loose and just enjoy myself with my homegirls. It was a hassle getting us all together, but whenever we did link up, it was a time! Not only did I enjoy hanging with my girls, but I also enjoyed every second of being booed up with my man. He split his time well, managing to handle business and still have time for us to enjoy each other. The yacht getaway was exactly what we needed.
Being back in the city with my tan lines had me missing the beach already. I loved New York, but the Sunshine State wasn’t looking too bad after all. Taylor would’ve done anything to have me out in Miami with her, but I had to be realistic. There was no way we could leave the city with us having joint custody of Saphir and Ahk’s business being based in New York. A girl could dream, though.
After the night at Club Reign in Miami, shit had just been a little off. No matter how many times I asked Ahk what was up, he assured me he was good. That was just code for “Stay in a wife’s place, and you’ll find out what’s going when you have to find out, not when you want to.”
That was the hardest thing about being Ahkeem’s wife. There was nothing I wanted more than to back my husband and see him through any and everything, but he kept me out of shit as much as he could. I know Priest probably filled his head up with bullshit about how sneaky I was, and it wasn’t lies, but I wouldn’t have had to be sneaky if motherfuckas told me what was up. To prevent Ahkeem from lecturing me all the damn time, I learned to leave shit where it was, and when he wanted to give me more insight, I would be all ears.
“Cyro, you missed me?” I giggled as I wrapped my arms around him once I was off the jet. Cyro was family. He had been around me since I was eighteen when Priest hired him as my security. The first couple of years, the nigga barely spoke and kept shit so formal. It was Britain who finally got him to lighten up, and for that, I was so grateful to my sister-in-law.
“Something like that. You fucked Miami up?”
“You know I did!” I flipped my hair over my shoulder arrogantly. “How is shit looking at the club?”
He let out a heavy sigh before shaking his head. “Shit not looking too good, Jazzy. They’re boarding up the windows. I rolled up on one of the detectives and played like I was one of the bouncers at the club. She said they been trying to get at you but can’t get in touch.”
This shit devastated me. A little part me of still had a slither of hope that eventually, Club Reign would open back up, but I might as well kill that shit. The Feds had nothing to go off, so they couldn’t just rule the club out of their investigation. It was just too close to look over, so Reign got the short end of the stick. What Cyro said was facts. All while in Miami, I had been ducking these unknown numbers calling my phone. I didn’t want to worry about shit while I was away. Now that I was back home, it was time to face the fucking music.
“Thank you, Cy. I’ll get with Abraham to see if he can walk me through this shit. I guess it’s really the end of an era with Club Reign.”
Cyro scoffed. “Or the beginning of a new one. Don’t ever count yourself out. This shit can’t break you.”
“Facts.”
He placed my bags in the car before helping me into the back seat. Ahkeem was still chopping it up with Jersey, Javi, Moe, and Diamond. They were huddled up by the stairs of the jet in deep conversation. He looked to be hurling orders at them just by the way he was slamming his fist into his hand and his jaw was clenched.
Eventually, they wrapped their conversation up, and Ahk strolled to the black truck and dapped up Cyro. He took Ahk’s bags and placed them in the trunk as Ahk slid into the back seat next to me.
“My bad, Lovey. I ain’t have you waiting for too long, did I?” He kissed my cheek.
“No, baby. Everything alright?”
“Yeah. I’m figuring this shit out.” He dismissed the conversation with a shrug of his shoulder. “I ain’t on no messy shit, but I think Angie getting in the car with Moe.”
He pointed out my window, prompting me to snap my head in their direction. Sure enough, Moe was holding the door open for Angie to get into his Range Rover. Moe had finally dropped his nuts and made a move on her. At least I was hoping that he did. I didn’t waste any time letting my window down and sticking my head out.
“Ahk in here being messy! Y’all better not be acting grown! Angelique, keep them legs closed. I don’t give a fuck how smooth this dreadhead nigga with country grammar is!”
Angie busted out laughing from the front seat of Moe’s car as he made his way around the car while shaking his head.
