Apparently, my words hit a nerve. She reached across the table and smacked the dog shit out of me. Mentioning that nigga not having love for her hurt her soul, ain’t it? She looked at me with so much hatred in her eyes I just knew she wanted to do more than that. Laying hands on me for that nigga showed me exactly where I stood. This simple Simon muthafucka would throw me to the wolves if that meant having Senior’s attention again. She ain’t have to worry ‘bout me no more. I could promise you that.
Smiling, I stood saying, “You got that. Aye take me back to my cell. I’m done with this shit.”
I walked over to the CO that escorted me here. I was done speaking to Adele. I just knew this was ‘bout to be a civilized visit, but it turned out to be a shit show instead. He nodded and ushered me right back to the place I’d gotten comfortable in for the past few months.
One thing I never understood was a woman putting a nigga over their child. Never thought my mama would be one but shit, all it took was one time to hear his voice again for her to switch up. She had it fa sho. That was who she’d been trying to get backto anyway, so I was most definitely letting her ass have it. She wanted to be on her Juanita shit so bad so by all means have at it. Have a life but maintain it too ‘cause taking care of her was dead from this day forward. Turn to that nigga since he in the mood for favors and shit now.
Pushing Adele to the back of my mind like a faded memory, Brat surfaced. She’d been the center of my thoughts when I wasn’t stressing this case shit. The muthafucka snitched so good I couldn’t forget her. I mean, I knew she had a mouth on her from the way she swallowed my dick but damn. I ain’t think she would flap the same tongue with my kids on it to twelve ‘bout what she seen and heard.
The most memorable shit ‘bout her pretty ass was the way she matched my shit talking. She went bar for bar with me not realizing that shit made my dick hard. Even with her calling them boys in blue, my interest still laid with her. It could’ve been the way she played me to save herself or the way she put extra money in a nigga pockets. Everything ‘bout that woman stayed fresh, especially how good that pussy felt to a nigga.
To be honest, kickin’ it with her those few days were the most stress-free days I ever encountered. Yeah, I had to care for her crippled ass, but I learned ‘bout some shit that developed a sense of compassion for her and her alone. In my eyes, she was too damn pretty to be going through that. She was successful and still dealt a bad hand. That went to show OG ain’t have favorites.
Brat carried a natural odor of cocoa and whenever that muthafucka got close I damn near melted. I hated anything that smelled too sweet, but a nigga couldn’t get enough of her. From the minute I slid in that gushy ass pussy, I was locked in which was why I was more disappointed than angry when she called them boys on me. That lowkey hurt, I couldn’t even front.
How the fuck we go from telling each other how good we felt to this was something I was still processing. The fear forme faded way before she put that lethal shit in my lap. She got comfortable with me being there and vice versa. She was lying through them pretty ass teeth if she said otherwise. She wanted me there even if she ain’t verbally say it. Her body language said what she couldn’t.
With my pencil and pad in hand, I finished the plan I was working on to push the outside world to the back. I was starting to get depressed in this bitch and thinking ‘bout Brat was making it worse. Eventually, I ended up falling asleep but that was short lived when I was wakened by the guard.
“Genesis, I need you to wake up. Genesis!” I woke up to a guard I hadn’t seen before. She was shaking me by the shoulders and speaking to me like she knew me.
“Who the hell is you?” I asked with a stirred up face. I was pissed for two reasons. It was my fuckin’ sleeping time for one. Second, she was shining a flashlight in my goddamn face like Hoppin’ Bob.
“Your aunt, Castina. I need you to get up, now!”
Aunt? My mama ain’t got no sisters.
It suddenly hit me that she was referring to Senior’s side irritating me even further. I swatted the flashlight out my face and rolled back over. I ain’t have shit to say to her or anybody on that side. I was barely tolerating Yonnis but if a nigga wanted to see the other side of this shit, I had to play it cool. I couldn’t do this jail shit.
“Excuse me? Boy, I said get up!” she reiterated pulling me up by my ear.
“Aye mane, get the fuck off me!” I shouted.
“Or what? Your ill-mannered behind need some damn respect for elders. Now bring yo’ red ass on. You got a visitor,” she mouthed off.
“It ain’t even visiting hours. Who the fuck you trying to play with, lady? I ain’t going nowhere with you.” I took a step backcreating distance between us in case I had to put her lil’ ass down.
“Lieutenant Hearn, you good?” one of the guards I was used to stepped in.
Oh, you running this shit. No wonder you doing what the fuck you want.
“I’m fine, Craige. Watch the floor while I escort Atkins to see his lawyer. If I’m needed, radio me,” she said before whipping out her cuffs.
Yonnis? I just met with that nigga earlier. The fuck he doing back so soon.
She grabbed me by the hand after cuffing me and drug me out. She must’ve had the faith of a giant ‘cause not once did she think she was in danger. I could’ve easily taken her gun and turned the heat up in this bitch, but she just knew I was gon’ behave. I guess her playing that aunt card was her saying don’t give her no problems. She was granted that just because I wasn’t in the mood to act a fool.
We walked until we were in a hall completely opposite from where I met Yonnis. I was on alert within seconds. Instantly knew thisvisitwas one that wouldn’t ever be approved. Whoever it was pulled strings to get in here. My thoughts panned to the one person that could… Royce. Junior had clearance unlike any other citizen in Sage Springs. I smirked thinking on what Yonnis said. I guess this was one of the visitors he mentioned.
She opened the door to a room where an older nigga stood with his hands pocketed and his back turned. He was tall as fuck with salt and pepper locs two stranded to the back. The room smelled like money telling me he had plenty of it. This wasn’t my brother by a long shot. I knew his build like the back of my hand. After all, I had to know the nigga I was taking from.
Myauntclosed the door then went to a corner and leaned against the wall. It was clear she wanted me and whoever this nigga was to speak openly. “Senior, make it count,” she uttered.
“Senior? I know you ain’t bring me down here for this sorry ass nigga.” I saw nothing but red. Knocking his head off his block was all I was itching to do.
With his back still to us, he chuckled saying, “Sit down, lil’ nigga.”
“I ain’t doing shit bitch. You want a nigga to sit down so bad, sit me down,” I said stepping up. I had way too much built up anger for him to try me right now. If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up through that wall fuckin’ with me.
