Page 36 of Rich Forever: Zo & Remy

“Thank you for your donations. Take them to the dump,” I chuckled as I put my gun back into my waistband and slid inside the truck.

We made it back to the venue, and I walked through the doors to find my wife. When I did, she was on the dance floor with Storm. As soon as I made it close enough, Trouble shot me a look that made me laugh and shake my head. Storm was always going to start the party, and that nigga hated on her every time.

I went over to the bar, grabbed a drink, and let her enjoy the rest of her night. But it wasn’t long until she found me.

“I’m proud of you,” I said, guiding her between my legs and holding her at her waist.

“Thank you, and I’m proud of you too.” She said as she took a sip of water from the champagne glass. Remy always served alcohol but never drank at any of her events.

“For what?” I asked.

“For taking whatever that issue was outside, and not ruining my event,” She smiled and made me laugh. Her ass knew me too well.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shorty.” I denied it.

“Yeah, unless you cut yourself shaving your full beard, you have a drop of blood on your sleeve,” She nodded toward the white button-down underneath the jacket that I was wearing. Looking down, I chuckled, knowing that she had caught me.Normally, I was always clean. But for reasons like this, I preferred to wear all black.

Just as the event neared its end, Taylor went back to the microphone. “We are now at the end of the Rich Ball. Thank you for attending and for your generous donations. Tonight, we raised an additional 347,000 dollars. These donations were matched by SRJ Advisory, Jennings Support Capital, J.I.J. Incorporated, Cross Holdings, and Richardson & Co. This brings our total donations for the night to a whopping $2,082,000. This money will go toward our transitional housing for homeless and pregnant women. Thank you for all you do. Remember, being rich starts small, grows big, but begins with you. Again, I am your mistress of the ceremony, Miss Taylor Cross. Thank you all for coming.

All the guests stood and clapped as they started to file out to the parking lot to get their cars. I grabbed Rem’s hand as we walked out, too.

“Baby, I don’t think you got a chance to meet Mr. Black.” Remy stopped in her tracks as I was guiding her to the fleet of trucks that were waiting to escort us home.

I followed her gaze. An older man was sitting on one of the concrete fixtures. He was badly scarred, but his one good eye was a little too knowing. He looked at her as best he could with a smile. She pulled me over to him.

“Now, why didn’t I run into you all night?” She asked him with a playful tone.

“I was late,” He chuckled.

“This is my husband, Zohan. Baby, this is Mr. Black, the donor I was telling you about.” She said as she introduced us.

He looked at me like he was hesitant to shake my hand, so I didn’t extend mine until he did. His grip was weak.

“Nice to meet you, your wife is going to partner with me on something very special,” he said, smiling at Remy.

“Appreciate that,” I nodded toward him and then tapped Rem’s side. “Let’s go, Mama.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Black.” She smiled again before walking away.

Once we got in the back seat, she slid against me, and I put my arm around her.

“This is one of the best nights ever, baby.” She mumbled against my chest.

Before we could even get back on the main road, I heard light snoring. She was cuddled up next to me and sleeping without a worry in the world. I pulled her closer and let her rest. As we continued to ride, my mind switched gears. Tonight, I had been focused on making sure that Remy’s event went exactly the way she wanted it to. But now it was back to the task at hand. Karlos Weston. And the shit he had brewing.

Remy

“Glad we finally have some sister time, Twin,” Taylor said, setting my lunch on the table.

“You’d think we’d see each other more now that we live in the same city,” I said, checking my plate.

Taylor had called me earlier in the day and said lunch was on her. So, who am I to deny a free meal from my sister?

“I came by because I had something that I wanted to tell you.” She said, giving me a sneaky grin.

I put my food down because I wasn’t in the mood. I should have known that she was buttering me up for something. It’s like the little sister’s right of passage.

“Don’t look at me like that, Remy.” She scooped up a spoonful of rice and ate.