“And what exactly has he done other than kidnapping?” an officer inquired.
The smirk never left as I waited patiently for her reply. Whatever she thought she knew, she had no clue about. All she could testify to was the transaction between me and Zeus. Cheyonne truly ain’t have shit on me.
“The uhm, the robbery and shooting in the mall was all him,” she uttered. My smirk graduated to a full smile by the time she spewed her assumptions.
“How do you know that?” another officer chimed.
“Well, I was there that day, and I witnessed him get rid of the jewelry here in my home.”Tell them everything you know, Brat.
“We’ll need you to come down to the station and write a statement.”
Nodding, she entered the bathroom where I assumed she was going to get dressed. All she had on was a bra and shorts. I was helped up and escorted out the bedroom.
Dropping my smile was hard to do. I was tickled at the situation at hand. I put her first and stayed to make sure she was straight. That was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made in life, but it wasn’t regretted. I enjoyed some damn good pussy for hours on end and with mouth that swallowed dick like the last supper. I hated we were parting ways, but it was what it was.
“You’re under arrest for armed kidnapping, false imprisonment, unlawful restraint, aggravated assault, and trespassing of Cheyonne Afor. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…” The officer that had me by the arm read me my charges and Miranda rights as I was walked out the house.
The sun was just breaking dawn. She called the people on me before that bitch could get in the sky good. I applauded her for putting on a hell of a performance though. She spoke and reacted like she really wanted me around. I wasn’t but twenty-three years old, so I might’ve got caught up behind her antics but damn. I guess playing a fool could range from any age, huh?
I was placed in the back of the patrol car. I knew one thing was for certain, she could tell whatever the fuck she wanted but baby had no proof. I was a tech nigga and did my job well. It didn’t matter what they tried to do to gain evidence, I would never be connected to it. However, there was no denying this one.
When Brat stepped outside in a two-piece jogger suit, I admired her figure more. She was petite as hell, but baby hadeverything it took to be a model. Learning that shit was a shocker, but her career suited her aesthetics. Brat had it going on and regardless of how ruthless I was, I was willing to give her, her props. A factual snitch indeed but a bad one.
Adele gon’ kick my ass for getting knocked, and Twenty-One gon’ be pissed at the fact that the bread is just sitting and not in their pockets.
Good thing Cheyonne didn’t follow me upstairs the other night when I hid the money in her guest bedroom attic. Whatever sentence they wanted to throw on me, I could handle because I knew what was waiting for me when I got out. This wasn’t the last time her pretty ass was gon’ be seeing me.
We drove off from Brat’s property and made our way through the city to whatever precinct they were assigned to. I walked inside with my head held high not caring who saw a nigga. I went through the checklist of being processed before I was put in a cell and told to sit tight. I didn’t step out of line or show my ass ‘cause I knew that phone call could be taken away and given to me on their time if I wasn’t careful.
Finally, one of the officers allowed me to use the phone and my only call went to my mama. If ain’t nobody else know what to do, she did. I quickly dialed her number and right when I thought I would get the voicemail, she picked up.
“Yo,” I spoke into the receiver.
“Black? I know this ain’t nobody but you!” she shouted.
“You didn’t, but I’ll let you think whatever. I need you to get some bread ready for me in case we have to reimburse this nigga for this dog.”
“I was wondering why I only got three puppies when I’m used to having four. What happened to that fourth one?” Adele had switched up her dialogue and was now talking in code with me. She really was a nigga best friend ‘cause she caught on fast.
“He got sick so right now he code blue.” That was me saying I got caught up and twelve was called.
“Where did he get sick at?” She was asking for my location.
“Somewhere downtown in the Springs, but I told them to observe him for seventy-two hours before seeing a vet.” I was downtown in Sage Springs jailhouse with three days before I could see the judge.
“They looking for documentation and shit on him?” She was questioning me on how to go ‘bout this legally.
“Yeah. Make sure you get a vet to look over them and make sure they straight first before just handing them off. Ain’t no telling what’s ‘bout to happen.” I needed an attorney and fast. She ain’t have time to fuck around.
She gave off a light chuckle which caught my attention more than anything. I wasn’t no dumbass nigga, so her giving me that as her response instead of an okay told me everything I needed to know. Her poor money managing ass probably blew through that money al-fuckin’-ready!
“I-I have to make sure I have enough gas to get to the vet first. I’m a lil’ low.”That was fifty grand in less than three fuckin’ days spent.
“Adele, you better get a vet, and you better get one quick,” I threatened hanging up the phone. That lady was gon’ work every last nerve of mine with the bullshit she did.
One thing I knew better than was telling Twenty-One to give my bread to Adele. Then again, a nigga wasn’t expecting to have the same muthafucka cummin’ on my dick to be the one to put me behind bars. I had to laugh at Brat one more time for fooling a nigga with pussy. She used an old trick, but I guess it worked for her old ass.
Those seventy-two hoursturned into eight long ass weeks of pure bullshit. After going in front of the judge and hearing all them charges a nigga was facing, I saw how Brat really felt ‘bout a nigga. She did me dirty in the worst way.
