Page 20 of Still Forever
My mind was too fucked up to even say that I appreciated him, and I hung up the phone and clicked the link. I saw hersitting at her desk, her hands under her chin, while this square ass nigga in a tie was talking to her. At first, I was cool because he kept his distance, and he gave her space while she worked. Then he leaned down to her and kissed her. It wasn’t nasty, it wasn’t deep, but it was enough to piss me the fuck off.
I tapped my gun on the steering wheel impatiently.
When he backed away from her and her face came back into view again, it wasn’t the Kennedy that I knew. That wasn’tmine.She was holding back. She was giving that nigga the version of herself she wanted him to have, because the real KD belonged to me.
The only thing that kept me sitting in the car was that I knew her well enough to see that the smile on her face was forced. She didn’t like this nigga at all. He was only there because I wasn’t, but I couldn’t be. I gritted my teeth so hard I think I cracked one.
They talked for another minute before she led him back outside. Once the door opened, I put the phone down and looked through the parking lot. I could see her pull his tie and kiss him again. I wanted to send a bullet through his skull and remind her who her nigga was. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t take her into her office and make her forget what soft ass kisses felt like. I couldn’t grip her hips and remind her one inch at a time why no nigga could ever make her feel the shit that I could.
I hit my steering wheel. The fucking elites.
“Liability” was what they described my girl as. They couldn’t have been more right. Because the longer I went without her, I was liable to crash the fuck out. After he turned onto the main road, I peeled out of the parking lot behind him. I reached for my Glock, and I could feel myself blacking out. Then the phone rang beside me, and it was Trouble’s name on the caller ID. As soon as he heard the phone connect, he didn’t even give me the opportunity to say what’s up.
“Nigga come to my house now!” He barked from the other side of the phone.
I blew a frustrated breath, but I didn’t even argue with him. Just smashed the brakes and headed in the direction of his compound. I was so pissed, I probably ran every stop sign and light on the way there.
Once I made it through the gates of his estate, I didn’t even have to call him back to let him know I was outside. Underneath the nights, I could already see that he was already waiting, pacing. I got out of the car, and his head snapped toward me.
“The fuck were you about to do just now? I shouldn’t have to have muhfuckas watching my underboss because you moving reckless,” He barked. Trouble had to be pissed, nigga hardly ever raised his voice, but he was heated.
“You ever had to watch Storm kiss another nigga? If the shoe were on the other foot, you would’ve got us killed weeks ago.” I challenged him. He stopped pacing and looked at me. I knew he wanted to tell me that I had made my point, but for the sake of being in boss mode, he couldn’t.
“Aight, you got that. But nigga you ain’t me! You move better than me, Jax. I know you love Kennedy, but you gone end up getting her killed. You already know how the elites are coming, I’ll stand ten toes beside you against anybody, and I swear I mean that shit. But we ain’t gone win. It’s three of us, and three hundred thousand of them. If your mental wasn’t fucked up, you would have found a way out of this shit already. You’re the negotiator in the Mafia. Act like it.” We stood chest to chest.
What he just said hit me because I knew that he was right. Had I been thinking clear, I could’ve had KD back home already. I really didn’t expect it to hit me as hard as it did, and I had been fucked up since. I took a deep breath, backed up, and leaned against the small car that my body towered over.
He took a deep breath, too, as he studied my face.
“She got you fucked up, bro.” He chuckled.
“Remember when you went on that rampage and killed damn near everybody that said Storm’s name in the three days she was gone? I’m on that type of time.” I admitted.
Being apart from KD woke up a monster. I used to think that I was just cut differently from my brothers. But since she left, I realized that she kept me grounded. My deals took a hit, my patience was thin, and if niggas thought shit was sweet, they found out the hard way that I don’t like candy.
“So, you really think she's going to be serious with ole boy?” He asked as he leaned against the car, too.
Just the mention of it had me back on a million.
I thought about it for a second.
“Nah, she won’t,” I said confidently.
“Then why you tripping?” Trouble was coming from a good place, but he wasn’t the nigga to offer this kind of advice. He crashed out for less.
“Cause she’s forcing it, trying to feel something with him.”
He nodded. Understanding. Silence fell between us, and I was lost in my thoughts, trying to figure out a way to undo this deal. I couldn’t offer the elites anything; they already had their hands in every operation we owned. A greater percentage in the place of an alliance would be like spitting in their face.
“Get out your head, Jax. You’ll figure it out, bro; you always do. Take your ass home and stop watching those cameras, or I’ll tell Judah to revoke your access. And how the hell do you fit in that little ass car? Whose car is that anyway?” He scoffed.
“Remy,” I laughed as I blew out a deep breath and slid into the seat. On the drive back to my new estate, my mind continued to race a mile a minute. I had to think of a plan, and quick, because every second KD was gone, it was another second I was closer to getting my entire family wiped out.
“Good morning, Jaxon. You don’t look too well,” Remy joked as she came downstairs and saw me sitting in the recliner. It was our first night in the new house as an “engaged” couple, and I hadn’t slept all night. Not only was I used to sleeping in my own bed, but I didn’t want to be in the house with anyone other than my girl. I had made it perfectly clear to the elites that Remy wouldn’t be living at my estate. That was Kennedy’s space, and regardless of what happens, no one else would step foot in that house. So they bought us another place on the south side of New York to live in.
“Nah, I’m fucked up,” I admitted. Remy was cool. We spent the whole day together yesterday, during the move to the new house, and I got to know her better. She even gave me her car so I could go pull up on KD. We had been bouncing ideas off each other, and she was really trying to help me get out of this, and I appreciated that.
“You want some coffee? How did it go last night?” She walked over and opened the cabinets while she waited for me to fill her in.
