“I won’t tell nobody else if you promise not to shut us out. Learning I got more family out there, I really don’t like being in the dark ‘bout shit. Even if you don’t keep me in the loop, make sure My Baby is. It don’t matter what it’s for, hit us, and we’ll be there if Luca Brasi can’t make it.”
The Royce we were receiving now was a complete opposite from the one we got prior. This one was more welcoming, sweet, and kind. He didn’t speak with so much arrogance and the way he looked at us was warming. It was like an instant switch from enemies to family. The fact that he could do it so effortlessly told me everything I needed to know about his mentality.
“So, we singing kumbayas now?” Nesh asked wearing a confused expression.
“I mean, I ain’t come here for no fuck ass karaoke, but I’m with it,” he replied. He was actually pretty funny when he wasn’t being an asshole. He got a muffled laugh out of me.
“Okay. Focus, please. Royce, even though you and Klarity’s visit was unannounced, thank you for coming. Now, can you please leave. I will call you soon, Klarity, and we’ll talk about things. Nesh, I will call you later as well. I need some time alone.”
“What? Girl, I’m not going nowhere,” Nesh objected.
“Yes, you are. Seriously, I need time to think. Everybody, out!”
She rolled her eyes but followed behind Klarity and Royce right out the door. I truly just wanted to cry in peace, and I couldn’t do that with them surrounding me. This was something I didn’t see coming and the regret behind Black was like a steak continuously piercing my body. That guilt was tearing my ass up. On top of that, the realization of being pregnant caused me to miss him even more. I was too emotional for anything or anyone right now.
I felt like I was losing my mind honestly. Nothing about this seemed right, but I was lowkey happy about the life we created. My womb was his for that night and he planted seed after seed in me. This baby was the aftermath of my choices. Seeing that I was probably further along than I could predict, I knew it was time to schedule an appointment with my OB/GYN. Looking down at the small pudge I thought was from my recent unhealthy eating habits, completely unaware that a baby was inside.
What the hell, Cheyonne?
CH. 12
GENESIS
Another month flew by me, and I was trying to figure out why. Yonnis stepped in that courtroom swearing he was gon’ get me off and out but a nigga was still sitting marinating in this muthafucka. He was starting to make me feel like I was putting trust into the wrong person. I was a man of my word, and I needed other niggas to be, too. I was five months in and still waiting for the COs to yell my name for a release.
“Atkins, you have a visit from your lawyer. Do you accept?” The guard came over the intercom to my room.
“Yeah man,” I shouted.
I sat up on the bed and putting my pen and pad underneath my pillow. A nigga was in the slammer still cooking up a plan for Twenty-One. It wasn’t no telling how them boys was doing out there. Once I gave them their cut from them diamonds, I just knew it wouldn’t last long. Them boys was just as bad as Adele when it came to bread. They were niggas who ain’t never had shit, so I already knew what to plan for.
Hearing the keys, I released a deep sigh and stood. The only person that wanted to see me nowadays was Yonnis. My mama ain’t made her way to the Springs yet and that shit lowkey hadme feeling some kind of way. I gave that lady everything and she couldn’t give me an hour. I tried shaking that shit off, but it was on a nigga mental more than anything.
The door to my cell opened and the CO held a pair of cuffs in his hands. Putting my wrists together, he clamped the metal restraints and pulled me out the cell. I was guided down long halls until I was in a room where me and Yonnis met often. One thing I could say was he kept his word on keeping me informed on the moves he made. He ain’t leave me hanging like the slow nigga the courts appointed.
Entering the room, Yonnis was already seated, so I took the one across from him. I saw why Royce beat the case behind Walt. Yonnis big ass was fuckin’ intimidating as fuck and he smelled of nothing less than money and arrogance. I guess it paid to play ‘round this muthafucka.
“Damn lil’ nigga is you eating?” he asked looking me up and down with dipped brows.
“Hell nah. They don’t got the right shit.”
“Have you checked yo’ books? Use the bread on there,” he suggested.
“Nigga, my mama burn through bread like a fuckin’ road runner. I ain’t got shit on my books.” If it wasn’t coming from my mama, I ain’t have nobody else in my corner. Twenty-One was selfish with money, so I knew them niggas wasn’t coming through for the kid.
“You never know. Look, I got that attempted murder, armed robbery dropped. The security guard gave his statement, and the shooter didn’t match your description. Right now, I’m handling the armed kidnapping. I’m waiting on one thing to solidify my suspicions but it’s taking a minute,” he said wearing defeat briefly.
“What’s that?” I inquired.
“Let me handle that young buck. Has anyone come and seen you yet?”
“Nigga don’t nobody give a fuck ‘bout me right now but you. Where we go from here? I’m ready to get the hell up out of here, Yonnis.” I was ready to touch grass and get the fuck away from these birds in here looking for they next butt buddy.
“Just sit tight and wait on me. I got another client but since I was here, I figured I’d check in on you first. Your father been asking for updates. He trying to pull some strings to get you out, too.”
“You hard of hearing or something? When I said don’t call that nigga my father, I meant that. He ain’t did shit for me but show me how pussy he really is. What kind of nigga don’t show up for his kid? Oh, yeah. The ones that’s scared of they bitch. Aye, don’t mention him to me again,” I stated trying not to let my anger get the best of me.
“If it wasn’t for Senior, I wouldn’t be here, Genesis. Give the nigga a lil’ grace. Adele hit him, and he hit me immediately. He spared no expense for you. He wasn’t there for you growing up, but he here now. At least I think he trying to be. He’s as unpredictable as your crazy ass brother,” he replied.
