“Pants now, Karim,” he called over his shoulder as he moved toward the door.
I eyed my track pants on the sofa before moving toward them. Once I had them on fully, Reminisce opened the door. I approached the back of him, wondering who the hell was banging on my door.
My eyes landed on the two uniform cops standing on the other side of my threshold and I immediately crossed my arms. “Good evening, sir, we’re looking for a Karim Ortega. Is she anywhere around or on the premises?”
Before Reminisce could respond, Turo’s bitch ass voice filled the space. “It wasn’t her who hit me. It was him.”
I pushed closer to the door, lodging myself between him and the door in case these were the type to jump stupid.
“Are you sure?” One of the cops looked back at Turo.
“Yes, she hi—I mean, he hit me,” Turo’s weak ass repeated feebly.
“Nah, I’m not about to be a part of any bullshit doing a favor for Hanson.” The other cop stepped away from my door.
That must’ve pissed Reminisce off. I was immediately forced behind him as he opened his mouth. “What the fuck is the point of this?”
“She tripped me in the store and you fucking hit me right here. I want your ass arrested.” Turo looked from cop to cop, but neither of them moved.
“Hypothetically, if I did put my hands on you, why you come here talking about she did? Not only that, but if she hypothetically asked your weak ass to leave, but you didn’t, hypothetically wouldn’t that be considered trespassing? And wouldn’t you be the one getting arrested? Hypothetically?”
The cops looked between Turo and Reminisce then at one another. They were lost and obviously this was a dummy mission as a favor to Turo’s older brother who was a low-grade detective.
“My freaking eye isn’t hypothetical, asshole.” Turo pointed to his blue eye.
Reminisce yawned. “Look, I ain’t got time for this. Y’all need something officers or can we close this door?”
The cop with the funny looking mustache and weird shaped head interrupted Reminisce’s statement. “Sir, if either of you put your hands on him?—”
“Then he’d have much worse than a fucked-up eye. Believe me,” Reminisce cut in quickly.
I stood on the side of him, my heart beating a mile a minute. I now wanted to put hands on Turo for bringing this shit to my door.
Turo sucked his teeth loudly. “You hit me.”
Reminisce tilted his head to the side. “You said that already.”
“Earlier you said she assaulted you,” Officer Mustache pointed out.
“Well, I didn’t know his name.”
“And you said hers instead?” the other officer followed up. “You’re lucky we aren’t arresting your ass out here.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Turo sneered.
“Very serious,” the other cop responded.
“So you’re just gonna let him go?”
Thick Mustache addressed Turo. “No, we’re gonna ask you to leave the premises before the outcome of this is something you won’t like.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“No, we’re not. Let’s go, Mr. Hanson. We apologize for bothering you, Ms. Ortega,” the other cop said.
The moment the door closed, my back was pressed against it. “I’ma end up killing that nigga, and on my mama, you better not care when I do.”
I smiled before drilling the top row of my teeth into my lips. “That’s fine too. Now can I go to bed.”
