I smacked my lips. “Shut your goofy ass up. Ain’t none of that going on. Now don’t make me snitch on you for bringing your hoes to my baby’s boutique and letting them pick what they want.”
His eyes widened in shock due to the fact that I knew what game he was pulling at Kinza Boutique. “Let me go send this paperwork off and mind my motherfuckin’ business.”
“Yeah, you do that, playa.”
I checked in on a few things around the dealership and tapped in on my employees. Soon as I hit my office, my phone went off in my pocket. Seeing that it was Brooke calling, I let out a heavy huff of air, already knowing that she was on bullshit.
“What’s up, Brooke?”
“Ahkeem, if you can’t make it on time for my son, let me know beforehand so I can get to him,” she snapped.
“Fuck you talking about? My wife went to go pick him up.”
A bitter chuckle fled out of her before she responded. “Well, Little Miss Wifey is a fucking no show, so they called me! Get your shit together over there! My son needs to be picked up on time!”
I pulled the phone away from my ear, not trying to hear her screaming all loud. She didn’t know what the fuck an inside voice was. “Aye, this gotta be a misunderstanding or something. Jazzlyn is never late picking up Blue. You at the school yet?”
I completely disregarded what I came in my office to do and hit the door. With my car keys in hand, I jogged out of the dealership and got into my car. “Yes. Luckily, I wasn’t too damn far.”
“You see my security out there? She said she was gonna have Cyro meet her there.”
Annoyed by my line of questioning, she smacked her lips. “Yes, Cyro is right here! You’re worrying about the wrong shit, Ahkeem! My fucking son was left at school!”
“Read the fucking room, dumbass! Something may have happened to my wife! Get Blue and go straight home! Cyro will trail you!” I banged my line on her before she could utter a reply. All she wanted to do was argue. Blue was safe at the school, andthis wasn’t a repeated issue. We were never late when it came to picking him up.
I called Jazzlyn’s phone, and it went straight to voicemail. I hit her again, and nothing. “Fuck!”
I peeled off the lot, unsure where the fuck to go. I just knew I needed to hit the streets. I dialed up Cyro, and he answered on the first ring.
“Yo, Jazzy running like twenty minutes late. I was trying to stall out for her, but ya baby moms just pulled up. I would’ve picked little man up and brought him to you, but you know I ain’t on the paperwork and shit.”
“You good, Cy. You ain’t heard from her at all, have you?”
“Jazzy? Nah. I called her a couple of times and got voicemail. Everything straight? I thought she got held up with you or something.”
“Nah. I asked her to go pick Saphir up, and she told me she would have you meet her at the school since she planned on taking him out. Cy, Jazzy ain’t never late for Saphir.”
“Let me know what move you need me to make, Ahk.”
“Shit, just make sure Brooke is good with Saphir. I’m about to see if I can get in touch with Jazzy. ‘Preciate you.”
“No problem. Hit me when you hear from her.”
I nodded. “I got you.”
Jazzy and I shared locations and shit because she would always come home late after the club let out. She may have been horrible at answering the fucking phone, but she always had it in her vicinity. It gave me peace just knowing where she was. I tapped on the app where I could check her location, and my brows bumped together once I read, “No location found” next to her contact picture.
“The fuck.”
I was trying to keep shit calm, but now shit wasn’t sitting right. Jazzlyn would never turn her fucking location off, and herphone going straight to voicemail meant it was turned off. When it came to her, my first instinct was always to call PJ. They were two peas in a pod, so if anyone could get to my wife before I could, it would be her big brother.
“Nigga, I been meaning to get at you. Why the fuck would you have my wife tow all my cars to your shop without me knowing? Now I’m driving her small-ass car around,” he huffed into the phone. “I appreciate the free customs and shit, but let a nigga know before you come get my shit. Got motherfuckas’ in the neighborhood thinking my shit got repoed.” I did the shit as a kind gesture, but I knew I just pissed his grumpy ass off more when he woke up and all his cars were gone.
I couldn’t even bother to explain shit to him. My mind was so screwed with thoughts of my wife. “PJ, you heard from your sister?”
“You fucked up again, nigga?! You just got her back! This marriage shit ain’t for you, son!”
“Priest, this shit serious!” I snapped. “She went to go pick up Blue from school and never got there. I been calling her, and her shit keep going to voicemail. I tried checking her location and got nothing. Jazzy ain’t never late when it comes to picking up Saphir.”
