Page 7 of Rich Forever: Zo & Remy

If I thought I was quiet, he was a mute. He only spoke when spoken to, but he was cool as fuck. At six-foot-six, we were the tallest at the school. We hooped together every day, betting on who was best. We did that until sixteen. Then one day, he told me his family was in the middle of something, and he was going to be homeschooled.

He kept in contact here and there, but I didn’t see him again until we were twenty-three.

I was out on my usual city center jog when four niggas approached me. One stepped forward and told me the chick I’d been fucking with was his girl. I was known for knocking shit out, so I dropped him without a word. They each took turns getting their shit split. I saw the first nigga reaching for his gun, which had fallen from his pocket when he hit the ground. Jaxon came up and kicked this nigga so hard I heard bones crack.

Before I knew it, he and his two brothers had guns aimed, telling them niggas to get the fuck away from their building. When it was over, we shook hands and caught up. He complimented me on how I handled myself. That’s when I found out his family was Mafia-affiliated. He took me inside and offered me a position. At first, I didn’t think he was serious. Youhear about this kind of shit on TV, but it’s not an offer you get every day.

I was just months away from returning to live in Barbados and taking a political position. By the time I graduated high school, I felt like I had my temper under control. So, I went the college route and got a degree in Homeland Security. As soon as I got my degree, my folks wanted me to come back home.

But it didn’t take me a second to agree to what Jaxon had asked. There was no doubt in my mind that he had saved my life. That nigga would have for sure killed me because he was embarrassed. His girl got fucked, and he got his ass beat in front of his friends trying to son me. I’m not going to say that I felt like I owed Jax anything. But that was just how I was. You got me once, I got you twice.

I agreed with Jax because he made it perfectly clear that I wasn’t working for him. I was workingwithhim. I would have to form my own security team, and we would provide security for him and his estate. I won’t lie, being in the JMF reignited a sleeping beast. But the rest is history; we’ve been locked in ever since.

Shaking off my thoughts, I pulled up to the house behind the moving truck and shut the engine off. I pushed the door open and stepped onto the pavement. Then I smoothed the wrinkles in my clothes and walked up the driveway to the front door.

“Welcome to the home of Mr. Bronx Cross. Would you like a drink?” The English butler said with a thick accent. I shot Jax a glance that made him chuckle, and I shook my head toward the tray of drinks that he had extended.

He opened the door, led us all through the house, and told us he was going to find Cross, but before he could, the girl from the window appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Charles, I got it from here, thank you.” She said to the butler. Her voice was soft, and the calmness in it matched the calmnessacross her face. She looked innocent, but everything about her body looked dangerous. She was pretty, with full lips, deep brown eyes, brown skin, long legs, and an ass that you could damn near see from the front of her.

We walked up the stairs, and she turned to lead the way. Her perfume was still lingering when she walked down the hall. She smelled good as fuck, like something expensive and fruity, and the smell of it made my dick twitch. But just as it did, I had to check myself. I knew now that she was the woman that Jax was set to marry in a few months, and although I knew how he felt about Kenn, that didn’t mean that shorty was free game.

“Okay, guys, everything is labeled. All the glass items have red stickers. I know there are a lot of boxes, and I have more in the garage, but please don’t break my things,” she said with a smile.

The movers nodded one by one and began sliding boxes around, grabbing them, and taking them downstairs.

“Do you need that everywhere? Where is the danger?” She asked as she nodded toward the gun in my hand. It was a habit, and I hadn’t even realized that I had taken it from my waistband. After all these years of being in the Mafia, shit was muscle memory.

“Yeah,” I said, not making eye contact with her as I looked around at all the boxes. The entire room was full, floor to ceiling, with boxes, both big and small.

“This is your detail now, Remy, that’s Zo. When you need to move around, that’ll be the person you call.” Jax said as he introduced us.

“Nice to meet you,” She reached her hand out to shake mine. I took it. Her hands were cold as hell, but delicate and small.

“What’s up?” I finally glanced at her, and a smile crept on her face. I broke eye contact again and turned toward Jax. But even as I spoke to him, I could feel her eyes on me. In any othersetting, I would have called attention to it. I just had to keep reminding myself that she was technically engaged to my nigga.

“You good? I’ll leave y’all to it, I’ll be outside waiting.” I dapped him up before I turned around and walked back out of her bedroom and down the stairs.

The movers went in and out for almost an hour, just taking the things that were already packed up. Then there were the things that she had that couldn’t be boxed, like her workout equipment. Jax kept telling her they had a gym, and she kept arguing that shehadto have this specific equipment.

“Zo, are you thirsty? You’ve been out here in the sun just standing and watching me give out orders.” She giggled as she put her hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun and see me better.

“I’m good,” I told her.

She didn’t even respond; she just went into the house and came back out with two glass bottles of water, handing one to me and one to Jax.

“Take it, you’re sweating like crazy. And your hair doesn’t make it better.” She said, turning on her heels as if her word was law and she didn’t want to give me the chance to hand it back.

I twisted the top, listening for the seal to crack, and drank from it, still waiting for them to get done. Remy and Jax stood off to the side, talking while the movers worked. I couldn’t hear what their conversation was about, but I could hear her laugh every now and then. I just stood posted, gun in hand, and scanning the estate property for any sign of danger.

After another hour or so, Jax let me know he was ready to go, and I held the door open for Remy while he got in on the other side. Then I started the drive to the new estate where they would be staying.

The ride was quiet for the most part, then Remy asked if we could turn on the radio, and I did. She sat quietly in the backseat, singing song after song. She actually sounded good, but she knew every song that came on word for word. Like music was her thing. I fought the urge to shake my head at her as I drove back to the south side of New York.

When we finally made it, I parked and opened the door for her. She stepped out and looked around at the structure of the mansion. Then she stood to the side waiting for Jaxon to let her in, which he did. She walked into the house, looking around. Just as Jax was about to step in behind her, I stopped him after I caught a glimpse of his face.

That nigga didn’t look good at all, almost like he was sick.