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Priest sighed over the phone. Not being able to be present meant that Jazzy had more of a chance of actually putting her hands on Sylvia. Only Priest knew his sister's limits and when to step in to prevent a physical altercation from happening.

"Jaz, just get in the car. She ain't worth it," Priest urged his sister, attempting to steer her away from Sylvia over the phone.

J'Ru smacked his lips as he turned around to rush over to where Jazzy was. "Jazzy, you don't even need elderly abuse on your record right now." He shook his head as he pulled the door of the Porsche open so she could get back into the car.

"This nigga always with the games," Priest chuckled since he overhead J'Ru's comment.

It took everything in her to pry her feet off the concrete and climb into the car. "Priest must be working hella hard with God to keep me from beating your ass." Jazzy kissed two of her fingers before holding them up into the sky, asking God for strength before getting into the car and slamming the door shut.

Kaymen had managed to keep Terrance still by holding the gun on him while the tow man pulled the Range Rover onto his truck. Now that they successfully had both cars, everyone could see the defeat in Sylvia's face.

"Fuck all of you! Y'all ain't shit without Priest!" she hollered with her middle finger waving at them. "And Priest wouldn't be shit without me! I made him into what the fuck he was! You can join him in hell for all I care!" Sylvia venomously seethed before turning around to head back into her home.

Not liking Sylvia's choice of words, Jazzy attempted to get out of the car, but J'Ru already had his back against the door so she wouldn't be able to get out. "Let it go. She's just bitter," J'Ru said to Jazzy, coaching her through her now boiling anger.

Jazzy stopped trying to tussle with J'Ru to get out the car, letting out a loud groan of frustration. By then, she had already tossed her phone into the passenger seat of the car, so Priest was left to overhear all the background noise of what was going on. Hearing Sylvia say such harsh things didn't affect him at all. His mother was angry that she was down two luxury vehicles, andshe was willing to say much of anything to showcase how angry she was.

Jazzy reached over the center console, grabbing the phone off the seat. "You good?" Priest asked her, knowing how bad shit could get whenever she was angry.

"When will y'all ever let me take my childhood trauma out on that bitch?" Jazzy heaved as she started the vehicle by pressing the button.

Priest chuckled. "Never. I don't need you getting no bad karma from beating her ass.”

Groaning, Jazzy rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Get some sleep. I'll hit you later," she muttered.

"Bet. I love you, Jazzy.”

"Love you too," she replied before they ended their call.

Before she pulled off, she watched as the tow truck backed out of Sylvia's driveway hauling both cars. That was the cue for J'Ru and Kaymen to go as well.

"Trail me toBueno!. You need abacon-egg-and-cheeseafter all this shit," J'Ru told Jazzy with a laugh.

Rolling her eyes with some laughter herself, Jazzlyn agreed. J'Ru got into his Trackhawk, leading the way toBueno!with her close behind. Kaymen went his separate way in hopes of catching Jadey at home before she left for work.

After a while, J'Ru and Jazzy arrived at the bodega. Getting out the car himself, J'Ru jogged over to the Porsche to aid her out the car. He tossed his arm across her shoulder, pulling her close so no one would speak to her. He was far more territorial than Priest was. "My little Leila Ali need the greasiestbacon-egg-and-cheeseCarlito ever whipped up," he hyped Jazzy up, which caused her to laugh.

J'Ru pushed the door open for her to enter. Immediately, they were greeted by Carlito and his snarky remarks. "Why thefuck do your motherfucking ass always park in the no parking zone?!" Carlito started with J'Ru upon entrance.

J'Ru held his middle finger up at Carlito while he and Jazzy laughed. "Nigga, get off my dick and come get your short stack ass on the grill," J'Ru ordered Carlito.

"Aye! Mirsad, come to the grill!" Carlito shouted toward the back of the store.

Jazzy was pleased to see her little cousin in better circumstances. Just last week, she hooked him up with a job atBueno!, with the approval of Kaymen and J'Ru of course. Mirsad had been doing better for himself with the guidance of Remy. He managed to split his time between Remy and Nia, even though he did like spending more time with Remy, but he would never let his mother know that. Jeremy had gotten Mirsad back in school but because of his rap sheet and how far behind he was, he had to settle for a smaller alternative school. He wasn't too thrilled about being in stuffy uniforms walking around with teens the school system considered delinquent, but he just rolled with it. He had a better mindset now.

As Mirsad appeared from the back to get on the grill, J'Ru shook his head. "This nigga like twelve years old. Ain't no way I'm trusting him to cook my shit."

Mirsad smacked his lips. "Carlito, you got this one. Niggas acting stupid." He shook his head. Remy worked on Mirsad's behavior, but his attitude had a long way to go. He was still the same old slick-mouth Mirsad from back then.

Jazzy laughed as she tossed J'Ru's arm off her shoulder. "Why you always giving my little cousin a hard time?"

He shrugged as he watched Carlito make his way behind the grill while Mirsad handled the register. "It looks like he got all y'all fooled, but I know his bad ass getting ready to do something that's gonna land him in some deep shit. It may not be now, but soon. Just watch," he warned Jazzy, who simply waved him off.He was always like this. He had a hard time giving people second chances.

After telling Carlito what they wanted to order, J'Ru returned his arm around Jazzy's shoulder, this time holding her in a mild headlock. "Who was that cat whose house Cyro been dropping you off by?" J'Ru asked.

In turn, Jazzlyn exhaled a laugh. "Nigga, you got Cyro reporting on me now?"

He freed her from the headlock as he nodded his head. Now that Priest was gone, he was responsible for Jazzy. He wasn't taking any chances with her. He knew if he fumbled anything with her involved, Priest would be on the first thing smoking to light his ass up. He didn't want to be shooting at his homie, so that meant he was watching her like a hawk. "I do. So, you gone tell me who he is or I gotta figure the shit out myself?"