“Okay, well, I’ll be contacting you all for the next court date,” Yumi told them.
“Sis, get us the fuck off this rollercoaster ride, please. Whatever I have to pay, name ya price. I can’t keep being restricted to this eleven o’clock bullshit.”
“About that. I petitioned for their removal for you all. He denied it, of course, but he did extend your time to one a.m.”
“I guess that’s better than nothing. I appreciate you, cuz.” Mook stood and came over to hug her. Yumi stood to reciprocate it. “Even if shit don’t work out in our favor, I just want to say thank you for even trying.”
Yumi smiled. “You’re welcome, but it’s going to work out; just trust the process. My rates speak for themselves. You both continue to stay out of trouble, and allow me to handle the rest.”
“You got it, my baby.” Mill and I stood as I took Yumi’s hand and led her out of the house. Once we made it outside, I took the keys from her.
“Follow us,” I told Juno, opening the door for Yumi. We got inside as I headed home.
Yumi took my hand and interlocked our fingers. “You seem a little off. Is everything okay?”
I nodded. “I’m straight. Just a little tired.”
“Yeah, you look like it. I know this stuff with Mook and Mill is getting to you, but I promise I’m going to do everything I can to make sure they don’t go to prison or get the bare minimum.”
“You’re doing enough, Yummy. At this point, whatever happens, happens. As much as I don’t want my family behind bars, I can’t eliminate every piece on the board for them.”
I could see her looking at me outside of my peripheral vision, and I realized I said too much. “What do you mean by eliminate?”
I chuckled. “Nothing, baby.” Yumi knew what I meant; however, I wasn’t going to go into detail about what I meant.
We pulled up to our home almost an hour later and went inside. I carried Yumi up the stairs to our bedroom and began to undress her, then myself. I led her to the bathroom while we both remained silent. So much shit was happening, and I was just ready to get it over with.
We brushed, flossed, and then climbed into the shower. I refrained from fucking the shit out of her since she said we never made it to the bed, but we did play around a little bit before washing up and getting out.
We dried off, and she pulled me into the room.
“Lie down on your stomach.”
“I don’t lie on my stomach, Yummy.”
She giggled. “I’m going to give you a massage. You look exhausted. Let me relieve your stress.”
I did as she asked without protest because a nigga was tense. When I felt her soft hands rubbing my back, my eyes closed in relaxation. I never knew what it was like to not have a woman as loving and caring as Yumi. This feeling was something I’d always looked for and never found, and that was because I never ran into a woman who gave a fuck about me.
“Shit feels nice, baby. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, my love. Talk to me. What’s on your mind?” she asked softly.
“A lot of shit. I’m anxious to take you away and live out your fairytale dreams. Seventeen days seems too fucking far away.”
“I know, but just know it’s coming . . . I saw Liam today.”
My eyes popped open. “What the fuck did he want?”
“Same old thing. Trying to get me back and convince me that I was making a mistake.”
“That nigga begging for me to tag his toes.”
“Emmy, don’t. Just let him talk. I’m never getting back with him, no matter what he says or does.”
I turned over because I wanted her to see my face so she could know how serious I was.
“I spared him for this long, Yummy, on the strength of you. I asked him to stay away from you. I don’t repeat myself, so now homie gotta see me since he thinks I’m playing with him.”
