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"Aye, I can't do nothing about this." J'Ru lifted his hands as if he had no control over the situation whatsoever. "With my homie gone up into the heavens, we had to crunch the numbers, and some shit just had to go."

"So, you're repossessing his fucking mother's car?!" Sylvia screeched at J'Ru. She was so angry that Kaymen and J'Ru could visibly see the veins bulging out of her neck. Hell, Jazzy was on the other side of the street, and she could see it too.

J'Ru sighed deeply. "Look, Mrs. B. In the finances, it doesn't say shit about these being your cars. PJ had seven cars, two of those being leased and not paid off cash. Those two happened to be the ones you were riding in. We gotta keep shit afloat now that he's gone. You gotta understand," J'Ru explained to Sylvia.

Of course he was full of shit. Money was the least of their problems. Priest had ordered them to pull all of what Sylvia thought were her assets, but were really gifts from him. This included both cars and her brownstone which was about to be back on the market. If she was flipping out about her cars, they couldn't imagine what she was about to do when she got that eviction notice plastered on her door soon.

Jazzy couldn't help but laugh at the scene Sylvia was putting on. Extracting her phone out of the pocket of her Chrome Hearts hoodie, she dialed Priest's international number. After a few rings, he answered. She knew it was the middle of the night for him by now, but he seemed to be up. "Yo, I wish you was here to fucking witness this shit," Jazzy croaked as she doubled over in laughter.

Priest chuckled as he shook his head. It probably wasn't the best idea to allow Jazzy to watch Sylvia get everything taken right from underneath her but so be it. Sylvia was playing with fire when it came to chatting to the press about him right now. That was something she had never done before, even when his trial was at its highest peak. Now that he was allegedly dead and she knew he couldn't necessarily discipline her himself, she felt the need to switch things up and do shit she was never supposed to do from the beginning. To top things off, she mentioned Britain in her fake-ass pleas for help, blaming her for being left out of the fucking loop. That right there was a line she crossed and could never come back from. Britain was off limits, and that went for everyone.

"You loving this shit, ain't you?" Priest replied.

Jazzy scoffed. "Nigga,am I?This is the best comedy I ever fucking seen. You should have thought of this shit a long fucking time ago." She threw her head back in laughter.

Across the street, Sylvia still stood in her driveway trying to reason with J'Ru and Kaymen to leave the cars behind. "And what role do you play in this, Kaymen?" She snapped her head toward Kaymen.

As laid-back and nonchalant as Kaymen was, he simply shrugged with a bleak look on his face. "I just do the numbers," he informed Sylvia.

"So, you made the fucking decision to repossess my cars?! Are you even a fucking accountant?!" she spat at Kaymen, pointing her long square-shaped acrylic nail in Kaymen's face.

Kaymen took in a deep breath to keep from disrespecting Priest's mother. "Look, all that is unnecessary. Those cars are a bill we don't fucking need right now. We’re balancing the fucking check books to keep what your son built afloat. If you worried about some fucking cars, go break bread and get some whips under your name. Priest had it down in the numbers how much he broke you off before he passed. You're well off," Kaymen retorted in his smooth, laid-back demeanor. Nothing was about to get him riled up enough to go back and forth with a woman who was up there in age and caught hot flashes from menopause.

"Nigga, fuck you!" Sylvia jeered in Kaymen's face. "What the fuck do you know about what my son gave me?!"

"You're sitting on eight hundred G's. If you ran through that in a matter of months, you need to cut back on the spending and get your priorities in order," Kaymen stated, shaking his head and shaming Sylvia.

Overhearing what was said, Jazzy scoffed. "You gave that bitch eight hundred G's?" she asked Priest, clearly in shock over the new information that was surfacing

Priest shrugged his shoulders. "Not from me, but from Leonard," he clarified.

"You should've left that money where it was at," Jazzy snarled, rolling her eyes and not believing her mother deserved eight hundred G's that Priest ended up having to lose out on anyway.

Priest glanced over at Britain who was sound asleep beside him. "I wouldn't be where I'm supposed to be if I had," he stated as he pulled the comforter over Britain a bit more so she would be warm.

Seeing how much heat Kaymen was getting from Sylvia, J'Ru decided to step in. "Mrs. B, it's just the numbers," he stressed. "Hell, who knows! My shit might get repo’d tomorrow!" J'Ru dramatically pointed toward his matte olive-green Jeep Trackhawk that was parked at the curb.

Kaymen chuckled before shaking his head. "Nah, nigga. It ain't. You own your shit," he clarified on J'Ru's behalf.

A remorseful look formed on J'Ru's face. He didn't think Kaymen would have added more salt on the wound for Sylvia. The shit was funny as hell, but for the sake of the plan, J'Ru refrained from laughing and being as careless as Kaymen was being at the moment. "Mrs. B, you just got dealt a bad set of cards that was supposed to be in PJ's hand. Ain’t shit I can do about it,” J’Ru offered, shrugging his shoulders.

Sylvia tapped her foot, raging in anger as she watched the tow man hook the anchor onto the back of her Range Rover. "Terrance!" she shouted out for her husband, ultimately causing J'Ru and Kaymen to huff out deep breaths of annoyance.

In no time, Terrance came striding out of the home with a golf club in hand. In a matter of seconds, he swung the club, shattering one of the windows on the Range Rover. "You want the cars?! You can get the cars when I'm through with them!"Sylvia spewed as Terrance went around the vehicle, swinging the five-iron golf club right through the wind shield.

"Oh, this bitch is nuts!" Jazzy’s eyes widened at the sight of Sylvia and Terrance destroying both vehicles.

"What's the issue?" Priest asked.

"Her and Terrance busting the windows and putting dents in the cars," Jazzy informed him of their parents’ behavior.

J'Ru and Kaymen glanced at each other, knowing they needed to stray away from the plan since Sylvia didn't want to act civil. Together, they both drew their pieces from their waist bands, holding them up at Sylvia and Terrance. "Break another fucking window and we'll have both of y'all asses tap dancing," J'Ru threatened. Terrance dropped the golf club, panting heavily from all the energy it took to put the vehicles in the bad shape they were now in.

"Yeah, your heavy-set ass shouldn't be doing no extracurricular activities no way. Look like you about to pass out and have a heart attack," J'Ru spewed at Terrance as he tucked his gun back into his waist band. This sent Jazzy into a fit of laughter. J'Ru could crack a joke in any situation.

"And what the fuck is so funny over there?!" Sylvia stepped around the men, striding toward Jazzy. She hadn't noticed her before since she was so focused on getting her cars off the tow truck and reasoning with Kaymen and J'Ru. Now that she had, her eyes filled with hatred.

"Step another foot closer and I will drag your old ass," Jazzy warned Sylvia while gliding her Audemars Piguet watch off her wrist and tossing it into the Porsche just in case she really had to handle Sylvia.