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Britain brought his hand up to her lips and kissed his knuckles lightly. "I love you, P," she declared with a smile.

Priest chuckled lightly. "I love you too," he professed.

SAPPHIRE NIGHTCLUB

HARLEM, NEW YORK

Jazzy lathered Taylor's behind with the sweet-scented body oil. She hated the feeling the oil left on her hands, but over time, she learned to cope. "So, next Saturday is really your last night in here with me?" Taylor pouted as she eyed Jazzy through the ceiling to floor mirror in the dressing room.

Jazzy nodded as leaned down to make sure Taylor's legs were lathered in the body oil as well. "Yup, you bitches made sure I was in and out. I can't thank you guys enough,” Jazzy laughed, completely ignoring Taylor's pout.

"How much do you have now?" Taylor asked.

"Sixteen, but by the end of next week, I’ll be at twenty g's." Jazzy smiled proudly as she rose from her squatted position.

Taylor turned around to face her. A smile emerged onto her face as she pulled Jazzy into a hug. "My boss-ass bestie!” They swayed side to side in their embrace.

"Priest nor J'Ru’s asses better not have shit to say," Jazzy said as she and Taylor parted from the hug.

Taylor smacked her lips. "You know they're gonna have something to say.”

She and Jazzy rolled their eyes at the thought of the men.

"Yeah, but for the most part, it should be quiet," Jazzy laughed while Taylor agreed.

Taylor sashayed over to her duffle bag in her clear stripper heels that had her standing tall. She reached inside the bag, extracting a stack of cash. "Consider yourself at twenty bands," she announced as she extended the money to Jazzy.

Jazzy glanced down at the money. "Bitch, stop!" She shook her head as she pushed Taylor's hand away from her.

Taylor laughed as she pushed the money right into her hand. "Jazzlyn, if you don't take this money, I'm gonna drag your ass."

Her face softened as she took the money from Taylor. "Thank you." She pulled Taylor into another hug, this time squeezing her tight.

Taylor laughed. "You're welcome, Jaz. I always want to see you doing better than me. I do not want you in here shaking that fat ass, even though you would bring mad niggas in this bitch," she told Jazzy, inducing some laughter between the two.

"Yo, you're one solid-ass bitch." They slapped hands. "I love you."

"Love you too, pretty," Taylor said with a smile just as her name was being called on the mic to take the stage. "I gotta go make these niggas come out of their pockets. Wait up for me?"

Jazzy nodded her head. "I'll meet you back here," she told Taylor, who okayed her before heading out the door and toward the stage.

Jazzy, who was still on a high about Taylor gifting her with the cash, glanced down at the stacks in her hands. A smile graced her face as she skipped off happily to stuff the money in her purse. Like any other night, she mingled at the bar, having a few drinks and eating some food while surveying the crowd. As she trekked down the hall, preparing to enter the mayhem of a Saturday night at club Sapphire, she felt a hand wrap around herwrist. Her eyes darted toward the entry of the hall which Cyro was already making his way through.

Jazzy yanked her wrist out of the grip of the person's hand just as Cyro snatched whoever the person was by the collar of their shirt. "Don't ever try to fucking touch me!" Jazzy spat in fury as she whipped around to face the person who had attempted to grab her.

"Yo, chill! It's me," Kev, Cameron's homeboy, shrieked as he forcefully tried to free himself from Cyro's hold on him.

Jazzy rolled her eyes. "Nigga, are you fucking stupid?" She shook her head at him as she signaled for Cyro to free him.

Cyro roughly let Kev out of his grip before claiming his spot behind Jazzy, keeping his stern eye on Kev. "Tell ya mans to chill," Kev pointed to Cyro.

"I should tell him to fuck you up for thinking you could touch me. Next time you pull some shit like that, you getting knocked out, and that's a promise," Jazzy seethed without an ounce of remorse. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Ron. He’s waiting for you out back," Kev pointed toward the back exit as he continued to eye Cyro up and down.

Jazzy let out a light sigh of frustration. "You really gotta stop being a crash dummy for this nigga," she advised him, making it evident she pitied him.

Kev smacked his lips rudely before walking off toward the main floor of the club. "You alright?" Cyro’s oak brown eyes peered down at Jazzy.