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Jazzy waved her off dismissively as she extracted her ringing phone from her pocket. Glancing down at the screen, her brows furrowed at the sight of Stu’s name. After a few arrangements, Stu had become Jazzy's security while Priest designated Cyro to Britain. Jazzlyn was a bit confused about why she was getting acall from him since she assured him that he wouldn't be needed today. Hence the fact that she drove herself in the Porsche.

"What's the matter, Stu?" Jazzy asked. Taylor could hear how uneasy she sounded, which caused her to screw up her face in question.

"What's your location?" Stu asked.

"Uh, I'm at the club. I told you I was fine today. Why are you calling?"

There were protocols set in place when situations arose. Typically, Jazzy wouldn't have been able to travel alone, but since things were smoothing over, Priest thought it would be fine to loosen the reins a bit. "I need you back at the penthouse now. J'Ru's orders," Stu instructed Jazzy.

Having a conversation with anyone on the security detail was always frustrating. They were trained so well that even in a time of panic and distress, their tones remained flat and monotone. Jazzy couldn't decode what situation they were in at the moment, but getting a call was never a good thing.

Nervously, Jazzy swallowed down a bit. "Nothing happened to them, right?" She kept her worrisome tone and emotions at bay, remaining just as calm and composed as Stu.

"I can't disclose, Ms. Barrette," Stu stated. "I need you to get in the car and go straight to the penthouse. I will be there when you arrive," he instructed, not telling her any more than that.

"Stu, what happened?" Jazzlyn gritted sternly, hoping to get him to spare some details.

"When you get to the penthouse, we will talk. For now, I need you in the car. Understood?" Stu asked.

Jazzy nodded her head as she felt her stomach tighten in fear of what could have possibly unfolded at the courthouse. "I'm on my way," she confirmed before ending the phone call.

"What happened?" Taylor asked as Jazzy swiftly made her way to the door.

Jazzy looked over her shoulder at Taylor, offering her a tight-lipped smile. "Nothing. I'll see you tonight. I have to go," she stammered before making her exit out of the club. Jazzy picked up her pace, jogging to the car before hopping in and pulling out of the parking space hastily.

HARLEM, NEW YORK

The smell of freshly brewed coffee swirled the area of the kitchen just as the coffee machine stopped. The two mugs were filled with black coffee and waiting for Remy to sweeten them to taste. "So, she really went?" Seven asked from the table as Remy added the perfect amount of sugar and creamer to her coffee.

He nodded his head as he made his way over to her with both mugs in hand. He sat the freshly brewed coffee before her, and she thanked him. "She did," he confirmed. "She's a mess, but she's keeping it together for him," Jeremy shrugged.

A sigh drifted out of Seven. She was beginning to feel as though she manifested this life for Britain.

Her situation with Remy was just too similar to Britain's situation with Priest. She could offer advice, but everything truly depended on whether Britain would listen or not. Her heart was involved, and that could result in her getting defensive and shutting down. "You didn't think to stop her?"

"C'mon, Sev. She's a grown woman. I can't stop her from doing shit," Jeremy reminded her. Britain was capable of making her own choices in life, whether he agreed with them or not. He was sure that if he voiced his opinion more than he already had, Britain would just push him away.

Seven anxiously raked her hands through her hair. A defeated breath drifted out of her. Her daughter was going through the throes of loving a man who just had way too muchgoing on for himself. "If I was there, she wouldn't have went," Seven said, confident that she would have been able to convince Britain to not attend the trial.

"Why you think she didn't call you?" Jeremy slyly scoffed with a shake of his head. "You don't know how to nurture."

"Jeremy, I know how to nurture my daughter," Seven waved him off.

He took a sip of his coffee before responding to Seven. "This situation hits too close to home for you to try to nurture Britain," he told her. "You'll take it too personal."

Seven rolled her eyes. Jeremy was always assuming how she felt. "Jeremy, I'm so past that," she assured him. "I pushed through it."

He shook his head, completely unconvinced by her claim. "No, you avoided it for 28 years," he scoffed.

"Is this about us or our daughter?" she asked with a slight attitude in her tone.

"You can't handle a conversation with Britain when it comes to this situation. It would be best if you just sit this one out and let me be a father to her."

Seven narrowed her eyes at him, not liking the fact that he felt like she was too hung up on their sudden break up in the past to comfort their daughter on her ongoing relationship. She believed she had healed herself from the pain he put her through, and if she hadn't, he should’ve been the last one to tell her.

Jeremy could see the scowl emerging on Seven's face. She was offended by what he had just said to her. "I'm sorry, but was it you who got left without any warning while pregnant?" She squinted her eyes in question. "Or was it you who gave up their entire savings to a man so he could "get right," only for him to blow it on guns and drugs?" she continued to probe."Oh, and we can't forget the time I trusted you with my house key so youcould hide out in my bedroom, only for you to steal my father's watch!"

Jeremy shifted in his seat with guilt. He had put Seven through the worst, and yet, she still stuck it out with him. The last time he fucked up, he knew she was getting tired of him, which was why he went off the radar. Things had changed. Seven had begun to gripe and groan a lot less. She didn't punish him like she usually would, and whenever he crawled his way back to her, beaten, bruised or broke as hell, she simply just accepted him. Those were all signs that she no longer cared, and that gave Jeremy the resolve to just leave Seven at peace instead of constantly shaking up her world with his reoccurring issues.