“No. But I’m about to lose it if you all don’t stop this madness.”
“They’re just trying to look out for you, Cousin. I don’t understand why you’d want to work so closely with them after knowing what they are into and capable of,” Chanel interjected. I stared at her, trying to understand how she could turn on me when she and I were the closest.
I told Chanel and Carmen everything, and although we didn’t always agree, they agreed that how my parents coerced me to leave Emery was wrong.
She saw how Emery took care of and treated me, and would always gush over wanting a man like him. Even after knowing what he was into, she was trying to convince me to convince him to come to MSU with me.
Now, as she sat there agreeing with them, she was blowing me.
I nodded. “You know what? You guys enjoy your meal. I have to go.”
“Mimi, don’t leave. You haven’t even finished your food,” my mom attempted to get me to stay.
“I’m not hungry anymore. Love y’all.” I kissed everyone goodbye and left. I wasn’t mad at my family for being cautious about me taking this case; I was angry that they didn’t see beyond the people I was defending. I worked my ass off to get where I am. There was no way I’d give up on this opportunity that didn’t come around very often.
I slid inside my truck and backed out of the driveway. I saw Chanel waving me down, but I acted as if I didn’t see or hear her calling after me as I pulled away from my parents’ home.
I rode the thirty minutes to C&C Pharmaceuticals and parked in the lot. I texted Carmen that I was here, then opened Emil’s folder to try to see if I could find a loophole in this case. Over the years, he had been charged with offenses that were dismissed due to lack of evidence.
The prosecution really didn’t have anything other than the CI, the witness, and a video. We had yet to see it because they were trying to keep it under wraps until court tomorrow.
Emil and Mook told us they weren’t in the vicinity the night of the murders. They said that they had alibis to support them.
Without the video and knowing what the CI knew or the witness saw, we had to come up with a strategy to sway the jurors. I picked up my ringing phone and answered without looking at the ID, . . . too focused on reading the details of the case.
“Baby mama, I’m outside.”
“Baby mama? Nah, it’s your baby daddy slash husband.” I pulled the phone away from my ear, seeing the unknown number, but knowing the voice on the other end. I closed my eyes as memories of last night flooded my mind, and my pussy started throbbing again.
“What is it, Emery?”
“Look at you, knowing who I am,” he said with humor in his tone.
“What do you want?”
“Damn, I thought after giving you three orgasms back-to-back, you’d sound delighted to hear from me.”
“Oh, is that what I’m supposed to do? Seems like those orgasms didn’t mean a damn thing to me.”
“They meant everything.” I could hear him pulling smoke into his lungs. “You just don’t want to accept the fact that I do it better.”
“Emery, what do you want, sir?”
“To see you tonight. And don’t tell me no. You know that shit makes me act out irrationally.”
“I can’t. I have to prepare for court in the morning.”
“You can prepare at our home. Bring ya lil’ spenanight bag, and we can leave from here.”
“I’m not coming to your house, Em. Last night was a mistake.”
“Was it? If I remember correctly, you put your pussy in my face, saying you wanted to test ride my tongue.”
I bit my bottom lip, envisioning his tongue rolling, circling, and swiping away my good sense. “Well, I didn’t like the ride, so.” I shrugged as if he could see me.
Lying ass ho.
Lying through my damn teeth.
