𝘗𝘖𝘝 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘡 𖧷

I felt like reaching across the table and punching Keith in the mouth with the force that would have him swallowing his perfectly capped teeth, but instead, I tightened my hold on Patrice to reign in my anger.

I could tell that Patrice was also holding onto her composure and I took a deep breath and steadied the rage that build as Manly came to our table and the bastard Keith took up his devious chatter to another level.

"Hey Uncle," Keith said smiling up at the man. "Medz really teach him wife good enuh Zindi really a shell down e place."

When his eyes turn back to us and he casually took a sip from his bottle of Spitfire I was through being cool and collected but Patrice tightening the hold on my hand had me pulling back from doing something I was bound to regret.

This was Altitude's big opening. It was not worth my making a mess of the night because my wife's cousin was such an asshole who had an ax to grind for reasons beyond me.

We were not the best of buds but we were always civil with each other whenever we were in the same vicinity but it seemed that something has changed and clearly it stem from Patrice being here with me.

"In case yuh have forgotten it's estranged wife and soon-to-be ex-wife," I said looking at him coldly, "and it's a pity she did learn to be a faithful wife in the process of me teaching her to be a great DJ."

It was not my intention to bruise Manly after all he was Zindi's father and blood was indeed thicker than water but there was no way Keith was going to throw punches and I did not hit back.

Keith was not the type to let go easily and when he made to speak strong fingers came to rest upon his shoulders stilling his comeback.

"I came to relay a request," Manley said looking at me not once turning his attention to Keith. "A few of your fans are asking for a segment with you and Zindi."

I look intently at him, it was not like Manley to play low as his nephew but he was after all a businessman who wanted to see gain, and if it meant causing me displeasure and putting me in the between a rock and a hard place that was the option he would choose.

As for me what would I do?

"Yes let's see the dynamic duo in action!" Garth bellowed as he came to the table with drinks on a personalized Altitude tray.

It seems others were in tune with what was being requested and before you know it cheers and loud boosts fill the bar as Zindi rocked the turntable.

Did I want to do this?

Cameras were already trained on me and the expectation radiating from the excited patrons permeated the air and for a minute I felt stifled.

This was supposed to be Kronazz night. He was the one who was supposed to be in the limelight basking in the glorification in another step to his stardom.

I look at Ritchie who came into view ready to dissipate the hyped crowd with just a slight indication from me. I saw also that my crew that was on hand to get footage for my YouTube channel was poised and ready to get to work and in the mix of it all were prominent reporters who were itching for the right story to plaster in and on their media choice of work.

Did I want what they said to glorify me or did I want to salvage the mess that Keith had created for me with Patrice?

I look to Manley who stood there staring at me I open my mouth to tell him that I was not here in that capacity when I felt Patrice turn to look at me. My eyes traveled to her as the light above glowed down on her smiling face.

She was not one for the drama but she was known to run in the wrong direction when caught up in a situation that deviated from what she vied for.

Was this going to be a clichéd case of what goes around comes around?

I got to Patrice because her plan for reconciling with OD did not fall through and she ended up with me buried balls deep in her on my kitchen table and I was the only man that I wanted to be deep in anything converting Patrice.

I was not going to give my track queen a clear field into OD arms, I best use this change in events to my advantage.

Women were led by what they heard right?

Well, tonight I was going to let the music speak for me. I was going to let everyone see tonight that there was just one place I wanted to be and that was with this woman in my arms and I knew that everything else will fall into place.

I only hope Keith had not fucked it up so much that she was blinded by all the doubts and insecurities that stem from the malicious bastard.

I tried to read in her eyes what she felt as I stared at her looking at me but there was nothing there to show me what was raging in that mind of hers so before I got up I claimed her lips in a kiss that I hoped proclaimed all my feelings.

"Don't run," I whispered against her lips before I gently help her up from my lap and indicated to two of the guys in the group to follow me I approach the DJ booth held bent in winning back the woman the imp called life wanted to take from me.

Time to show everyone that some things are worth fighting for.

In this instance, though it's just a matter of my opponent being silly enough to believe she is worthy of the price she is so seeking after.

As I walk to the booth I stared at Zindi that was watching me walk up to her. There was a point in time when sharing a platform with her to showcase her talent and have her with me as I come alive because of my passion for music as well as my passion for her would have made me tremble with delight now all I felt was total resentment.

There were only two things that had me approaching tonight's next change of event with a sense of vigor; the brown manila envelope and my desire to showcase my love for Patrice.

As I stood beside Zindi her attention was no longer on me but on Patrice who stood there watching me as I now stood beside her.

I felt a sense of triumph in Patrice standing there her chin held high, her shoulders squared but her eyes they held a conflagration of what was to behold me when this was all over.

I had to face the music and dance to the tune that stemmed from my lack of not telling Patrice about Zindi.

I took the mike and the headphones and after mouthing, I love you to Patrice I took Medz on full display to the awaiting crowd with Zindi in tow, our fusion was still compatible much to their delight and appreciation, and Zindi as well as she came further alive showcasing her dexterity on the turntable and laptop.

For a minute I was transfixed by her bright smile and how alive she was but only for a minute.

When this was all over I had to put Medz aside and present Maleek Fenton and hope that he could make a comeback with Patrice after the storm I had so arrogantly created.

Now it might just end up being my destruction.

I had been too complacent, winging it off the bad moves that Odean had made thinking it would always be my advantage only now here I was battling with the sad realization that I could end up being the loser.

But it was not over yet! All was not lost because deep down Patrice and I shared more than a pending unplanned pregnancy.

This was going to be my best show yet as it was the end of my past and the start of my future.

I reach for the laptop, typing in the name of a particular artist's song ready to make my move...

J⃨a⃨h⃨m⃨e⃨i⃨l⃨ U⃨ M⃨e⃨ L⃨o⃨v⃨e⃨

...when I look up placing the mike at my mouth the spot where Patrice had stood was now empty.

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