Page 58 of The Love of Priest 2

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, and she 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 a bacon-egg-and-cheese after 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 greasiest bacon-egg-and-cheese Carlito 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 the fuck 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? "

The person J'Ru was referring to was none other than Cameron. There had been this turbulent back and forth going on between he and Jazzy, and she was trying really hard to shake him, but it always ended with them fucking. There weren’t any emotions involved—on Jazzy's end at least—but Cameron was making it clear in the streets that Jazzy was off limits to any other nigga.

She wasn't feeling the fact he was claiming her out in public to everyone else, so she shut that down as quickly as he started it.

They were on the outs as of now, so he was running her down like he always did, showering her with gifts and sending her insane amounts of money.

She was pretty much through with Cameron and was sending his gifts and money back whenever she received them.

"He's nobody important," Jazzy said, shrugging it off.

"I need to give you the birds and the bees talk?" J'Ru raised his brow at her.

She threw her head back in laughter, overly amused by J'Ru trying to be a mature big brother to her. "Ru, get the fuck outta here."

"Shit, I'm just saying," he shrugged. "I was your parent too while you were growing up, but that nigga Priest ain't let me have a say-so in shit. Now that he's gone, I can really lay down the law.”

Jazzy smacked her lips, waving J'Ru off. "I'm grown, Ru. If I need help or a talk, I would just ask."

J'Ru nodded his head, satisfied with her answer. "I respect that."

"How are you and Taylor?" she asked with a smirk etched on her face.

He shook his head at the mention of Taylor. "There ain't no me and Taylor," he clarified.

He didn't know who told Taylor that his wife Aja was back home from her deployment before he did, but whoever did had him dropped by Taylor quicker than he could come up with a plan to keep both of the women he loved.

Taylor meant something to him, and he hated that they fell out the way they did, but he had to be honest with himself.

If he had to choose between Taylor and Aja, the choice would always be Aja.

What people didn't understand was that he never really stepped out on Aja at all.

The terms of their marriage allowed them to have other love interests while they were apart.

Aja even knew about Taylor at one point.

However, when Aja no longer wanted to have an open relationship, J'Ru failed to cut ties with Taylor due to how quickly they bonded and how tough they rocked with each other.

J'Ru even faded out of Taylor's life for a good year to focus on his marriage, but Taylor always managed to draw him back in.

He knew her vibe was immaculate, but since Aja had come home, he hadn't been tempted to reach out to Taylor at all.

That let him know that he only yearned for Taylor to fill a void left by Aja.

"So, I'm guessing you and Aja are great?" Jazzy raised her brows.

"I kept it real with Aja. Of course, she was pissed. She knocked my ass out a few times too, but she forgave me," he explained with a light smile on his face. Aja made J'Ru feel just like Britain made Priest feel. Their relationship wasn't the easiest to understand, but that didn't matter.

"You should upgrade her ring for the inconvenience," she suggested with a chuckle as she took the sandwiches off the counter once Carlito finished wrapping them up.

J'Ru paid for their food along with their drinks before returning to the conversation with Jazzy. "Taylor wasn't no inconvenience, though. I really had love for shorty. She's a real one, but the situation is complicated and my heart gonna always belong to Aja."

"Well, you leave me with no other choice but to put my friend on with a nigga who looks better and has way more money than you," Jazzy shrugged jokingly with a sigh.

Arrogantly, he smacked his lips and waved her off. "I wish her well, but it's gonna be a hell of a long journey for her to find that nigga."

Jazzy laughed at how full of himself J'Ru was. Taylor was destined to find better. She was a beautiful woman who brought a lot to the table. Jazzlyn couldn't wait for her best friend to find this better man and have J'Ru looking sick in the process.

The two shared a quick breakfast in the Porsche before J'Ru got a call from Aja to come back home. "I gotta get back to Aja. Call me if you need anything."

Jazzlyn assured him with a nod of her head. "Be safe," she told him.