Cutting her off, I voiced my reason for calling. “We can talk ‘bout that later. You know everybody in Miami, right? Does Bentley Atkins sound familiar?”
“Bitch, who birthday party you thought we were at that night? I could’ve got us up to VIP to meet him if we stayed. Too bad he locked up. I heard he got caught with some bricks and they hit his ass cross the head,” she ranted.
“You know what he look like? Like can you send me a picture?” I questioned with not an ounce of patience coursing through my body.
“Girl yes. Hold on.” A few seconds passed before my phone got to vibrating. I quickly opened the message and hit with three pics that weren’t of the man portraying himself to beBentley Atkins. “He fine as hell ain’t he. Why you asking for pics? What happened?”
Turning my phone in her direction, Mercedees just had to get a glimpse at the pics as well. “Damn. Cousin or not, he is fine!” she shouted.
Snatching my phone back, I answered Ni with, “I’ll call you later and run it down. Thank you, friend.” Hanging up, I looked up at Royce, and asked, “Can you go somewhere with me?”
“This ain’t the time for that Heidi. Who the fuck you been talking to?”
“Dammit Royce. Stop trying to control shit all the time!” I shouted. I was getting frustrated with him. “When we were at the game, I had small talk withBentley. He never answered any of my questions. However, he did volunteer he was from Florida and could show me a good time. Mercedees thinks whoever that fraud ass nigga is up here wants the inheritance money.”
Finally, everything was starting to click for him too. Royce was the only nigga I knew that could make shit shake and he suffer little to no consequences. “Go where Heidi?” he inquired.
“Miami. Niyani not lying, so I’m checking this shit out for myself.”
Opening the app again, I sent back a chat.
Me: This is sudden and random as hell, but I need you to do something for me. Can you add Heidi Mitchell and Royce Atkins to your visitation? I’ll explain everything once we get there. I promise.
“When we flying out?”
“A week or two. My gut is telling me we’re welcoming the wrong Bentley Atkins.”
14
BENTLEY
Icouldn’t help but wonder what the hell Angel Patience… Heidi was up to. She randomly asked me to add her to my visitation list along with a nigga that carried the same name as my uncle. I didn’t remember too many details from the letters but his stood out the most. Plus, Daisy had animosity towards them. I wasn’t trying to get close to none of them.
My curiosity had been peeked for a couple weeks now. While we still held conversation over the app, she didn’t dare touch on the visitation shit again. I was starting to believe a nigga was a joke to muthafuckas.
“What the hell got yo’ face all balled up? I need to step out so you can shit?” Old Skool questioned.
“Nigga what? No. I just got some shit on my mind. Aye has any of the angels asked to be added to yo’ visitation list?” I countered.
“One but she was a lil’ ugly thang, so I took her off after the first visit. Boy, don’t be fooled by their conversation. They ain’t nothing but a troll,” he warned me.
“I ain’t looking at them damn angels like that. You the only one on that type of timing. I was just curious cause mine askedme to. I only did it cause I recognized the other name she wanted on the list. She got me wondering what the hell going on.”
“So, what you gon’ do? I mean, it ain’t shit they can do to you. You already behind bars.”
“That’s a fact. It’s been a couple weeks though. The hell you think she doing?” I just couldn’t let this shit go.
“Two things. Either she flaking and just wanted to get you worked up, or she know something you don’t and getting her ducks in a row first. Give it another few days and if she still ain’t showed, remove her. Ain’t nobody playing with these women,” he said hopping up top on his bunk.
Nodding, I tossed it to the back of my mind and laid down. I kept my head down and stayed out the way. That went for in here and outside these walls. The fact that I looked out for niggas, didn’t have to might I add cause I ain’t owe nobody shit, all for one of them same muthafuckas to turn around and bite me is insane.
Knock, knock.Looking at the door, Officer Riya was standing there tapping the steel door with her baton. She wore a pleasing smile as she reached for her cuffs.
“You got visitors. Let’s go,” she said stepping in.
“She ain’t forget ‘bout you youngblood. Go see what she talking ‘bout but stay alert. Don’t let nobody play in yo’ face,” he advised.
“C’mon now. You know me better than that. I’ll turn this bitch upside down before that ever happen. Give me an hour, and I’ll be back.”
