Page 31 of Still Forever
“Judah, what the fuck?” I gritted.
“Nigga you got us in here with a bomb like we can’t get blown up too.” He said as silence fell over us. Me and Trouble lockedeyes, and then we all broke out into laughter. Judah always picked the worst times to be a clown.
Taj was still strapped to the chair, using all his energy to try to get out of the chains that had him stuck to the seat. After I let him feel it, I picked up the remote and pressed the button. His head exploded like a watermelon. The power from the bomb caused the chair to fly back 10 feet, smacking the wall and then falling sideways on the floor. Blood, bone, and brains sprayed the gray paint on the walls. Just as promised, nothing else was destroyed. His body, still chained to the chair, was untouched but headless.
Trouble looked at Zo, “I need a case of them.”
We all walked out of the room and onto the main floor to take in the scene.
“Yeah, I gotta step my psychopath up. Is that the nigga’s tongue?” Judah asked as he nodded toward the corner of the room.
I tossed the gloves on the floor and pulled out my phone to call the cleanup crew.
Kennedy should have already known that nobody touched her and lived to talk about it. If she didn’t know how far I would go for her. This was the answer. And no one was exempt from it.
“You clean up pretty nice,” Remy said as she grabbed my hand, and I guided her down the stairs of the estate.
“Preciate it, you look good too,” I said as we walked toward Zo, who was waiting for us.
Since KD had fired him, he had been back driving for me when he wasn’t on his shift, watching her. Tonight, he was on driver duty. As we approached the truck, I noticed that Zo gaveRemy a look that caused her to blush. Right as he looked away from her, we made eye contact, and I smirked at him. But I didn’t say anything about it, it wasn’t my place to check what she did, and if I had to be real, I couldn’t care less.
After a thirty-minute drive, we arrived at the restaurant, and we held hands as we walked inside. My parents had asked us to have a family dinner. If there was one thing about Meena Jennings, no matter how old we were, she was never going to stop making time for her boys. And anytime I got to spend with my parents was always cool, so I wasn’t turning down any invites either.
The elites had shown their hand when I saw one of them trailing me to the office. Since I knew for sure they were watching, I was going to give them a show. Make them think that I was playing their game. So, I invited Remy.
“Look at my big baby,” My mother always referred to me as that. Of the three of us, I was the tallest. Trouble and Judah shared the same height. The nickname had stuck for thirty years. She smiled as she hugged me, then she turned her attention toward Remy.
“Hi, pretty. I’m Meena. Nice to meet you.” She said as she pulled her into an embrace. Moms loved KD, but she was never left in the dark about anything. She was aware of the arrangement and Remy. She also knew Rem’s position on the marriage and respected her for it.
“Hi, Mrs. Jennings. Nice to meet you.” Remy said as they parted. Pops stood, and I dapped him up before he brought me into a hug and then shook Remy’s hand.
I rounded the table to Judah, who shook my hand and then hugged Remy, holding her.
“You look good, you smell good. You want a permanent spot at this table, baby?” He asked as he let her go, and we all started laughing.
“Boy, you are a mess,” she said as she hit him, and we took our seats. Trouble was late as usual. Between Storm and having two children, he hadn’t been on time for anything in the last two years.
We sat around talking until we saw him and Storm walking toward us.
“Son, you ain’t never gone show up on time?” Pops chucked at Trouble.
“If I do, my wife sick, Pops.” He looked at Storm, who hit him playfully.
“Hey, Mama, hey Dad,” Storm said to my parents. She rushed over and greeted them.
“Don’t ‘hey mama’ me, where are my babies?” My mother scolded her, turning to look around like she expected the children to walk in behind them.
“Home with Ms. Cita. I need some wine. I have been running behind a toddler since seven o’clock this morning, Ma. I don’t—see now it gets to a point.” Storm stopped mid-sentence as she glared over at me and Remy and put her hand on her hip.
“Storm,” Trouble warned.
“I kept it cute at BJ’s party, but I’m not about to play with y’all.” She turned to walk out without a second thought.
“Baby…” Trouble said as he grabbed her arm and gave her a look that she understood. She huffed but didn’t challenge him before she eventually flopped in her seat.
“Uh-huh! Cool your hot ass off, rainstorm,” Judah taunted her as he smirked at the look on her face.
“Leave my wife alone, nigga.” Trouble said as he grilled Judah.
