CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
With an intense scowlon his face, Block sat outside of the police station waiting on Blak to come out. The police were being real dicks, and he’d sat in a cell for almost eight hours before they even gave him a bond. It had been well over an hour since Block posted the bond, and they were taking their sweet time releasing Blak. They were pissing him off playing childish ass games. One of his connects at the police department made Block aware that James was in jail singing like a bird. He hadn’t even gotten locked up for drugs, but he was snitching on drug dealers and people that sold guns in an effort to get some of the heat off his ass.
He better stay in prison because if his feet ever hit the pavement, Block could guarantee someone was gon’ kill his ass. Shit, maybe since his wife and daughter were dead, he didn’t feel like he had anything to live for. Watching a powerful, highly respected person turn into a fuck nigga was always disappointing. Finally, Block saw his cousin ambling out of the police station with a frown on his face. His eyes darted around for a familiar car. When he spotted Block, he started walking a little faster.
Inside the car, Blak shook his head. “I swear on everything I love, those crackers were really trying me. They wanted me to go off, so they could have a reason to do some dumb shit. Stankin’ ass jail. I want to know how they knew my address.”
“James.” Block replied in a gruff tone making Blak’s jaw slack.
“I know you fuckin’ lying.”
“Nope. Kenya told me. That nigga snitching on everybody. I’d be surprised if he didn’t speak my name.”
“Mother fucking wow,” Blak couldn’t believe it.
“Don’t even worry about it because if he’s ever let out of prison, I bet he won’t last thirty days on the streets.”
“I’m not even worried about the $45,000 they took because I’m getting that back. Brazil is going to tell them that I’m his manager, and it was money that I owed him for a booking. But the pills,” Blak shook his head. “You know them crackers don’t play about opioids. I didn’t have a lot, but I had enough.”
“How many you had?”
“Like seventeen.”
“Marley can eat that shit,” Block responded referring to their lawyer. He was one of the most expensive in the city and well worth every dime. “He can probably get you probation. At the worst, maybe house arrest. Shit, they might throw the shit out if you go to rehab.”
“Fuck that,” Blak frowned. “I’m not giving up weed. I need to make this shit go away though because I don’t want to be in jail when the baby is born. I got Averi pregnant on purpose. It’ll be fucked up if I leave her out here to do it by herself.”
“She’ll never be by herself,” Block asserted. “As long as me, my brothers, my mama, your mama, and pops has breath in our bodies, Averi is going to have a whole damn village behind her.”
Blak nodded, but he still felt like shit. If the past few months hadn’t taught him anything else, they taught him to startthinking long and hard before he made important decisions. Getting a chick pregnant on a whim was crazy. He didn’t regret it, however. He just wished he had done so when he was out of the drug game. The past couldn’t be erased, and Blak knew he simply had to do better moving forward.
“I need some weed so bad, I feel like I’m about to have a seizure or some shit,” he declared.
Block chuckled and pulled a blunt from the center console. He also passed his cousin a lighter. Blak wasted no time firing the cigar filled with weed up. After three tokes, he held the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds then released the smoke.
“You gon’ keep moving, fall back, or what? Being that you don’t know if James mentioned your name. Both of us don’t need cases at the same time.”
“Yeah. I’m gon’ fall back for a minute. Spend some time with Mario and Symphony. Relax for a little bit and get my mind right.”
Blak bobbed his head and passed the blunt. “Yeah, I’m gon’ get with Brazil and learn about babies and shit. I’m ‘bout to be a daddy out this hoe.”
Block didn’t respond. He pulled from the blunt while driving to his destination. When he pulled in front of Blak’s house, Averi’s car was in the driveway.
“Aight my G. Thank you for coming to get me. Let me hit that two more times. The pussy ass police took my shit.”
“You can have it, nigga,” Block chuckled knowing that as soon as Blak took a shower and got some pussy, he was leaving to go buy some weed.
Pulling up his slightly sagging jeans with one hand and cuffing the blunt with the other, Blak trekked up the driveway. He hit the blunt feverishly until there was pretty much nothing left. After tossing the blunt, he went inside the house. Averi wason the couch watching television. When she saw Blak walking in the house, she jumped up.
“Nah, don’t touch me, bae. I was in that nasty ass, stankin’ ass, germy cell. I’m ‘bout to take a shower, but as soon as I’m clean, I want you face down ass up.”
“Damn you not hungry or anything?” she giggled.
“Yeah, I am, but I want that first.”
Blak had always been a clean person, so he was always meticulous in the shower. However, after almost a day in jail, he scrubbed his skin under hot water until it felt raw. Everything about jail was filthy and dirty. He didn’t see how his uncle had been doing it for eleven years. He would lose his mind. Blak’s mother had always been a neat freak. She was the type that didn’t even want one dish in the sink. Growing up in a house with her, he would never get used to the conditions of jail. Every Saturday before he played with his friends, Blak had to scrub the tub, clean baseboards, and wipe down the walls. He hated it at the time but when he moved into his own house, he was the same way. Blak was a better cleaner than some women he knew.
The moment he exited the bathroom naked as the day he was born, his gaze landed on Averi. She was on her back waiting for him, and he climbed between her thighs with angst. There wasn’t even any foreplay. Blak peered into Averi’s eyes as he slowly pushed into her, and her tunnel was snug, wet, and ready. She was always on go for him. Blak wrapped one hand around her neck as he stroked her slowly. He wanted to buy her a house. A new car. Shit, he would give her anything she wanted in this life and in the next.
