I was taken aback by his response. How he spoke in front of the judge wasn’t how he came at me just now. I could tell he was just as hood and could battle with the best but that went for both in the field and in the courtroom. His confidence was that high. I sat back and smirked.
“Who the fuck am I related to exactly?” I’d be damned if I let a cat kill my curiosity behind this shit. If he was heading to where I thought he was, I had words for every party involved.
“Oh, you know who lil’ nigga. Back to yo’ first question, I’m Yonnis Taylor, representative for the Atkins. I was asked to come and see the charges. Good thing I stepped in when I did. Look like yo’ mans was struggling out there,” he replied.
“Boy, he was ‘bout to have me facing football numbers, I swear. Real shit though, who sent you?” I was still looking for an answer behind that.
“Adele reached out to your father for help, and he called me per usual.”
Betrayal always comes from the one you least expect. I had an earful for her ass the next time we spoke.
“I don’t need shit from that sorry ass nigga or whoever else attached to him. And don’t call that bitch my father. He ain’t shit but a donor,” I snapped.
Senior would never see a day where his name was attached to mine as my fuckin’ father. He knocked my mama up and left us to figure shit out instead of making sure his son was straight. I would never respect him.
Yonnis laughed and nodded. “Yeah, you and Royce gon’ get along just fine. You got anything you need to tell me behind this shit? It’s best for you to tell me the real, so I can get you off and out without hiccups.”
Trust was something I didn’t hand out lightly, so I was hesitant to tell this nigga anything. However, I wasn’t trying to sit too much longer. If he could get me off and out like he stated, why the fuck not tell the truth. I gave him the run down from the moment I stepped foot in the coffee shop at the mall to the moment they had me in cuffs at Cheyonne’s crib. ‘Cause the fact still remained I didn’t shoot the guard or steal the jewels. I even spiced up the story a lil’ bit and told him how I fucked on Brat pretty ass.
“Wait, so you and thehostagehad consensual sex?”
“Man, Brat sat that pussy in a nigga lap and went to work. The seducing came from her, not me.”
“The main charge is armed kidnapping so let’s focus on that. Was any weapon confiscated at the time of the arrest?” he questioned with a dipped brow.
“Nah.”
Good thing I put that shit in her nightstand without her ass knowing. I’m sure she would’ve given that up too with her snitching ass.
Yonnis smiled even harder and nodded like he won the lottery. “Y’all niggas got a thing for barging into people lives and setting up shop. Look, everything you told me is exactly what I needed to hear. Give me them eight weeks to gather every detail I can, and I’ll touch bases in between time. You need anything until then?”
“Just get me the hell up out of here, Yonnis.”
“I got you lil’ nigga. Sit tight. Oh, and don’t be surprised if you have visitors over the next few weeks.”
CH. 11
CHEYONNE
Afew monthshad gone by, and I had yet to leave my home. I was too emotionally torn because I knew deep down in my heart, I did the right thing. However, I couldn’t escape the guilt that followed behind it. The expression on his face when I spoke to the cops was like a gut punch. You could see the hurt from the betrayal through the tough exterior he tried to hide behind. I disappointed him and that haunted me days on end.
It was crazy how my dull and routine life had resurfaced so quickly. Those three days consisted of more excitement and anticipation than I’d experienced over the past now thirty years of my life. Black left an impression on me that I couldn’t shake.
I found myself missing his presence and that was the biggest part of the reason I was so slumped. My body instantly craved him the moment he was taken away. The regret hit me hard, especially after I was left alone once again.
“You belong to me, Brat.”Words from a man that set my soul on fire, and they played on a loop torturing me as the days passed. To make it so bad, I cried silent tears at times thinking I ruined his life. I knew how the judicial system fucked over black men, and I threw one to those same wolves.
“Che-Che. Che-Che!” I was pulled out of my emotional cloud by the shouting of my best friend calling out to me. “Where you at, boo?”
“In here on the couch,” I yelled back.
She came around the corner with Chinese food, and I immediately ran to her. My stomach tended to touch my back several times throughout the day for the past week or so. I was so glad she came baring gifts, and this was one she couldn’t take back.
“Ooouuuu, you brought me food,” I sang while grabbing the bag from her.
“I did but that ain’t even why I’m here bestie. Turn this fuckin’ tv on now!” She snatched the remote off the coffee table and pointed it at the television screen. “Have you seen this shit?”
The reporter on the news had a picture of Black next to her on the screen. Instead ofBlackbeing written under his picture, the name Genesis Atkins was there and so was his age.Twenty-three? The nigga is twenty-three? Jesus, Cheyonne you got your world rocked by a YN.
