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She was going to have to do a lot more than drill him with questions to get information out of him. J'Ru sighed ashe nudged Kaymen. "Maybe she could help," J'Ru told Kaymen with a shrug.

Kaymen's face softened as he shifted his gaze to Jazzy, who had a smirk on her face. Maybe she could help. After all, Priest trusted her, so she had to be good for something. "And if she can't?" Kaymen scoffed lightly.

"Then you guys have one extra person to brainstorm with," she added.

Kaymen smacked his lips once he turned to J'Ru, who was urging him to tell Jazzlyn what was going on. J'Ru was such a sucker when it came to her. Kaymen sighed as his shoulders slouched. She watched as he motioned his hands over the uncounted money that was still piled in the duffel bags along with the money they had counted already.

"We have no product," Kaymen stated bluntly, which caused Jazzy to furrow her perfectly arched brows in confusion. "So, all this cash is dirty since this was re-up money. We need a way to clean it ASAP. I thought about pushing it through The Groves, Bueno! andLa Lealtá, but it would fuck up the numbers for all three businesses," Kaymen sighed in distress.

"What about PJ's accountant?" Jazzy asked, trying her best to exhaust all their resources.

Kaymen shook his head. "It just won't make sense, Jazzy. How we still pulling all this money when PJ's supposed to be dead? The income has to make sense, and right now, this is far too much money to be floating around without any source," Kaymen further explained. It hadn't crossed his mind that the re-up money would be unaccounted for until Priest worked shit out in Italy. When it finally did dawn on him, Kaymen spent hours trying to think of the best way to have the funds washed and accounted for as soon as possible. Of course, he and J'Ru could have just stashed the money, but there was a risk of someone getting the drop, and then they would be robbed cleanof everything. Kaymen and J'Ru were both stumped and had no idea what to do.

Jazzy leaned back in her seat, an overwhelmed huff of air drifting out of her. "PJ know about this?" she asked as she shifted her eyes between Kaymen and J'Ru.

J'Ru resumed wrapping rubber bands around stacks of money while he shook his head. "We only reach out to him about product or if money isn't coming in. Right now, the issue is we havetoo muchfuckingmoney, so it's not a problem we need to worry him about."

J'Ru and Kaymen knew Priest wouldn't mind them reaching out to inform him of what they were dealing with, but they felt better not doing so. They knew his purpose for relocating to Italy, and if they continued to act as if he was still in the city and they needed him for every one of theirmoves, that purpose wouldn't even matter.

Jazzy smacked her lips as she reached into the duffle bag, extracting a generous amount of money so she could run it through the counter. "Why are we out of product anyway?" she asked. This was the first she had ever heard of any issue when it came to their supply. Usually, they always had more than enough, or they were demanding more than what could be offered.

"Some shit going on in Italy with our plug," J'Ru revealed, shaking his head. "PJ claims he got that shit handled, but it's going on almost three weeks now. We sitting on all this money, niggas is asking what's the hold up, and we can't buy shit from no one else," he expressed his frustrations.

J'Ru didn't like the fact that Priest refused to buy product elsewhere. It would’ve been a quick and temporary fix that would keep them afloat until shit was sorted out in Italy. He was too prideful and didn't want his empire to endure ridicule for notbeing able to provide their usual quality. "Why can't we buy from anyone else?" Jazzy asked.

"Your brother's orders," Kaymen responded while pointing at her.

Her orbs shifted between the two as if what Kaymen just said made no sense to her. "PJ isn't here. How would he know anything?"

"That's dead. I'm not about to lie to him about that," J'Ru shut down the idea, and Kaymen followed suit.

"Then how are y'all gonna clean this money?" Jazzy asked. "I don't hear anyone else coming up with a better idea."

The men exchanged glances with each other, hoping the other would have a good idea spill out of them. In defeat, they let out exasperated breaths as they continued counting the money.

Despite Jazzy being exhausted just a minute before, she opted out of sleeping and decided to assist the guys with counting up. As the night crept into the wee hours of the morning, the men and Jazzy worked in silence. Each of them had different ideas and scenarios brewing within their minds in hopes of resolving the issue at hand.

The sound of the bills running through the money counter drifted Jazzy back to the last nights she endured at the strip club alongside Taylor. Seeing how much money the ladies racked in a night was almost shocking, but it wasn't tempting enough for her to ever consider dancing. The more she thought about the strip club, her mind led her to Cameron. She felt her jaws clench at the thought of him. She was embarrassed to say the least. Despite not many people knowing what she and Cameron had going on, she still felt played.

In the boutique, learning that not only was Cameron Britain's ex, but also that he was married with a child had Jazzy wanting to go into a rage. She had never thought she would be the type of girl sleeping with a married man, but she was oblivious to it. Sheknew if she shared more of a deeper connection with Cameron, she would have found out all the details of his past, along with his current marriage, but she didn't. She felt like her lack of close attention to detail caused her to allow Cameron to drag her into a sick and twisted game.

The whole time Jazzy thought she was playing him, he was actually playingher.

She wasn't one to let people get over on her easily. She meant what she said about being his karma. Not only would it make herself feel a whole lot better about the situation, but she would also be giving Britain what she deserved after the horrible things she endured while in a relationship with Cameron.

Looking up from the stack of money she was sitting aside, Jazzy caught the attention of J'Ru and Kaymen. "What if I say I know an accountant?" Jazzy let out.

She watched as the men traded a set of glances with each other before they shrugged in unison. "How good is this accountant?" Kaymen asked as he folded his arms across his chest.

"She cleans money. I don't think she's ever done it on such a grand scale, but I feel like it's only because she never got the opportunity," Jazzy went on to say.

"How you know how she do business?" J'Ru asked, not yet convinced.

Jazzy pursed her lips. "The club Taylor used to work for. She was doing it for the owner."

It was evident that Cameron's accountant wasn't the typical accountant. She was cleaning his dirty money, and Jazzy could tell just by the way the accountant would skate out of the club with her bag overflowed with paper. Like she explained to Kaymen and J'Ru, the club wasn't pulling as much paper as they had on the kitchen island at the moment, but if this accountant could do it for the club, it would be nothing for her to jumpinto a bigger scale of funds. Jazzy was ignorant to the world of accounting and thought it was as simple as riding a bike. Once you know how to do it, it's impossible to forget.

Kaymen smacked his lips, not liking the sound of Jazzy's idea. "If you know what she was doing for that club, then she ain't doing business right," he schooled her and shook his head. The fact that Jazzy knew the ins and outs of whatever dealings the accountant had with the club owner didn't sit well with him. She didn't keep business confidential enough, and they couldn't have that, especially because of who they were, who they were tied to, and the amount of money they had.