“I ain’t nowhere near a crash out like you.” I shook my head with a light chuckle.
“You might just be a little worse. You young niggas move like y’all don’t got shit to lose.”
“Shit… behind my wife, ain’t no understanding. You feel me?”
“I feel you. I knew her ever since she was a kid. Jazzy been the same slick mouthed spoiled brat who knew how to check a motherfucka’ since the beginning of time. I know for a fact she on her bully wherever the fuck they got her at.”
I smirked. My baby was on that with whoever. Even me. I knew to never push her to where she snapped because she never thought logically when she did. She would’ve probably busted a cap in my ass, and I would’ve gone against each and every motherfucka’ who tried to lock her up for it. Our love was a little wild, but the shit worked for us.
“Say, who really taught her how to fight?”
J’Ru threw his head back with some laughter. “She used to get picked on a lot ‘cause we ain’t have it made, so Priest and Itaught her how to fuck people up. Then we taught Taylor how fight, so they was just running around the hood fucking bitches up left and right. PJ moved her to TriBeCa, then to Paris, and she started to tap into the soft life you see her living now. She’s spoiled, but she’s well rounded. That’s why your wife carry a Birkin with her iron in it.”
“Yeah, I see. Coldest female I ever ran across.”
“She had me a little worried in the beginning, but she got her shit together in the end. You helped her mature. Can’t dislike a nigga my little sister love.”
I smacked my lips. “You just wanted to be the homie but ain’t know how to articulate that shit.”
“Fuck outta here.” He laughed again. “After all this shit over with and we got Jazzy-Fae back home, we need to run a friendly fade. Tired of yo mouth.”
“Shit, that ain’t nothing. Need to teach yo old ass something.”
“Yeah, alright, nigga.”
We pulled up to Remy’s crib in no time. He had sold his old crib in Harlem and bought himself a nice-ass house in Yonkers for him, Tasha, and her boys. I loved the fact that even though he was fucking loaded, he never flexed too much and kept shit calm.
When we pulled up, there were cars all in the driveway, letting me know we were the last to make it. We walked in, and the first thing I heard was Priest scolding Britain. “What you doing here? I told you to stay at the house.”
“Priest, my sister is missing. You’re not gonna keep me held up over at the house not knowing what’s going on.”
“Priest, she will be fine. I won’t let her adventurous ass slip out of my line of vision.” Remy took his daughter’s hand and led her to the couch where Genesis was laying sound asleep. No matter how tough Priest tried to act, he knew deep down inside he couldn’t tell Brit what the fuck to do. It was the same way with his sister. Our wives marched to the beat of their own drums.
“I swear to God, she be stressing me the fuck out, son.”
J’Ru and I laughed before I reached up and squeezed his shoulder. “You should’ve known she was gonna bring her pregnant ass out this way.”
He shook his head as we walked into the living room. Tasha was sitting with Britain, Aja, and J’Ru’s daughter, J’Ream. “Ah hell! What you doing here?”
The smile on J’Ru’s face fell once he noticed Aja. He thought it was only Priest who had a hardheaded wife, but so did he.
“Listen, I don’t wanna hear it. Where’s my little sister, J’Ru? Are you guys getting close?”
All the ladies’ eyes gravitated onto me, as they expected me to have an update. “Nothing yet.” My hands sank into my pockets. “I’m gone find her. No doubt about it.”
“How are you, Ahkeem?” Tasha asked while getting up from the couch to pull me into an embrace.
“As good as I’ll ever be.” I wrapped my arms around her, appreciating the embrace.
Tasha had such a kind soul. Jazzy told me about how her son Jamari was killed, and the way Tasha overcame the loss deserved all the praise. She was strong.
“She’s gonna be alright. Your wife is a fighter. She won’t let anyone take her out.”
All day, everyone had been reminding me how resilient my baby was. The shit was scary, but I was confident in her. “‘Preciate that, Tash.”
“I made something to eat for you guys. I know you’ve been running all day.”
“Shit, I could use some grub.” J’Ru rubbed his stomach.
