“Ms. Johnson, I’m only going to warn you one more time about your language in my courtroom.”
“My bad!” She rolled her eyes. “I’on know. I was pretty lit.”
“Lit as in inebriated.”
“Yeah, that, or whatever.”
“So, as you’re getting ‘lit’, is it possible that maybe who you saw wasn’t who you thought you saw?”
“Objection, speculation,” Smith objected.
“I’ll allow it, but tread lightly, Ms. Clark.”
“Sorry, Your Honor.”
“Answer the question, Ms. Johnson.”
“Nah, I knew what was going on around me. Like I said, I know who Mook and Mill are, so I was watching, for sure.”
“I understand, but as we all know, someone under the influence could not see something or someone who wasn’t exactly there. You said you arrived at the bar around ten o’clock, and the situation happened between twelve and twelve-fifteen. Isn’t it possible for you to have multiple drinks during that hour and fifteen minutes, and were too busy getting ‘lit’ to see what was going on around you?”
“It’s possible, but I know how to hold my liquor. I saw them roll up to that VIP and blast them. Period.”
“From the angle of the video, no one can see exactly who the shooters were, so there is no way for us to determine if, in fact, the shooters were the defendants.”
“Objection! I don’t feel that it’s necessary to bring up the video footage when it’s not admissible in court, Your Honor.”
“Your Honor, the video in question shows angles of the club and is conducive to Ms. Johnson’s testimony.”
“Proceed, Ms. Clark.”
I couldn’t see the nigga’s face, but I could tell he had to be pissed by his body language. Yumi continued her questioning with the broad still claiming she saw them do it. After she was done, the court was adjourned. I watched as her nigga, who looked like a black version of Screech, approached her and wrapped his arms around her waist. I wanted to pop his fucking head off like the bobble head he looked like, but I kept my cool. I knew that, in due time, Yumi and I would solidify our union.
I stood and slipped out of the courtroom with my pops and moms following close behind. We waited outside until Mill and Mook emerged with Yumi and her team following.
“You did good, sis. I knew I could count on you to come through,” Mill told her, wrapping his arms around her for a hug. I could see her family standing by with sour looks on their faces as I shook my head.
“You guys aren’t off the hook yet. Just continue with your lives as usual, but stay out of the way. And don’t do anything to give them a reason to lock you all up.”
“We got you, cuz-in-law,” Mook joked, and I smiled. Yumi’s eyes widened slightly as she looked around, making sure her family didn’t hear him. Zeke’s tired ass was staring hard with a mean-mug on his face, and I gave him the same energy.
“Excuse me for a second.” I stepped away and approached the sourpuss clan, walking right up to Zeke. “You got something you want to get off your chest, my nigga?”
He looked at me and scoffed. “Maybe I do.”
“By all means, pop yo’ shit, fam,” I challenged.
“Listen, just stay away from my cousin, a’ight?”
I chuckled. “Never.”
“But you will. I guarantee it,” Mr. Clark added, walking closer.
“Oh yeah?”
Mr. Clark nodded assuredly. “Absolutely.”
“Damn. It’s gonna suck when you have to come visit your grandkids in a couple of years,” I said, smiling at him.
