Kingston tapped his fingers against the table as he listened to Ty speak. He was back in New York City and had his bad bitch by his side. Life was finally exactly how he wanted it. He turned to his right and placed his arm around Jazmyn’s shoulders, pulling her close to him. She gave him a look before kissing him on his cheek. She knew he couldn’t get enough of her and she wasn’t tired of giving him everything she could. They were finally at a point where there were no secrets. But not only that, both of them were involved in the hustling game, doing the same damn thing. It was fantastic how life came full circle sometimes.
“Alright, now for the last few months, my focus has been on tracking down Crimson. I know she’s laying low somewhere but that bitch can’t remain irrelevant for long and she’ll never be okay with taking an ‘L,’ so she’ll surface. Bet that. But until then, we got some other shit to deal with.” Ty paused and turned to look at Vanessa.
She had just had their baby and got back in on the team. He knew that she wouldn’t want to play mommy for long, but he hadn’t expected her to return so soon. He knew that the life he was living was dangerous and he didn’t want to involve her in it. At the same time, he couldn’t protect her always and it was better that she was aware of what was going on than to be oblivious to it.
“Mercy, the nigga that Dom was working with in Atlanta. He was a snake. Dom is dead and word is that Mercy is the one that set him up. I’ve come upon some information that Mercy is up here in New York City looking for me. Well, you know if a nigga wanna see me, I’mma make sure he see me, but it ain’t gone be on his terms. So we gotta get this shit popping. We run the streets in every major city in The United States and overseas. We got this little motherfucker,” Ty finished.
Marc nodded his head and Kingston did as well. Then he turned to the person next to him.
“Zo, we heard that he likes to frequent your club. Apparently, he loves strippers and had no idea that you owned that spot. Pretty fortunate for us that you own the hottest strip joint in NYC and his dumb ass doesn’t know it, huh?”
Zo nodded his head. “Whatever y’all wanna do, you got the freedom to do so. I’m up here full-time now, so I’m fully invested. Marc, that shipment you’ve been waiting for is supposed to be delivered to the club tonight. And I have another case of product from Colombia coming for you, Ty. They have it packaged like restaurant supplies. It’s all good. Got it here, no problems at all.”
“That’s what’s up. Alright, we meet more on this later. Kingston, let’s ride out. Some motherfuckers been hitting up some of the trucks that we were using to move stuff. I don’t think it’s anybody but some bad ass kids who don’t know who they are fucking with. But either way, we gotta pay them a visit,” Ty said.
Kingston nodded and stood up to walk out. Before leaving, he reached out and grabbed Jazmyn, pulling her into a kiss.
“I love you,” he said.
She smiled and grabbed his hand.
“I love you, too.”
“Alright, enough of that lovey-dovey shit,” Ty said with a laugh.
“Nigga, fuck you. I saw you out the corner of my eye scooping up wifey. You act like your ass wasn’t just all up in her face two seconds ago,” Kingston laughed.
“You wasn’t supposed to see all that,” Ty replied, tapping Vanessa on the ass before walking towards the door.
Kingston followed behind him, checking the rounds in his Glock.
Marc looked over at Zo and saw that he was looking at a picture of Kaylen in his phone quietly. He knew that he was still trying to deal with her death.
“She would want you to be happy,” Marc told him.
“I know,” Zo sighed as he pressed a button to make his screen go black. “I met up with a chick that moved here from Atlanta. She was a stripper in the A and I recently found out that she was in NYC now. Nothing serious, of course. But she has been able to get my mind off Kaylen.”
“What’s her name?” Marc asked, standing up.
“Senovia. People used to call her Jizzy at the club,” Zo said, standing up.
“Jizzy? Damn, that’s a hell of a name,” Marc added with a chuckle.
“I know,” Zo laughed. “But she has a hell of a body.”
“Nothing wrong with a little playtime. You can’t grieve forever,” Marc told him, patting him on the back as they left out of the room.
“That, my man, you are right about.”
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