“Royce, would you stop. It’s a lot going on right now. I agree that we need to keep in contact. We’re dealing with a fraud back home and Bentley’s battling these cases down here. Nobody’s on the same page or aware of what’s happening with the other. As much as I don’t want to give up my line, I am. He’s family after all.Realfamily. If we can tolerate Enzo, then we can tolerate Bentley as well. Listen up cause I’m only saying it once. God be with me, 469-375-5721.”
“I got it,” I said tapping my temples.
“Run it back then Mr. I’mgoodwithnumbers,” she commanded.
“You don’t trust me?” I asked wearing a sly grin. She gave me that look that blatantly said no. Nodding, I said, “469-375-5721. Anything else you want me to remember ‘bout you?”
Standing she looked down at Royce and calmly said, “We’re leaving.”
“Aight lil’ nigga. I’ll see you soon,” Royce threw out.
Chuckling, I nodded. He was an older cousin, but he was by far one of the most irritating niggas I’d ever met. I guess it was because others around him prolly needed him in some way shape or form. I didn’t need shit, but that attorney attached to his name. I had more than enough and prolly more than him. He wasn’t needed, and I could stand on that ten toes.
I remained seated as I watched the two individuals that was playing a hell of a role in my departure walk away. Shit was finally moving how I needed them to. I believed Heidi when she said she was lending a hand. I was gon’ let her do her and see how long she could keep it in the fire.
I gave Kong instructions to find me a new attorney. As long as it was taking him, I started to doubt he was for me. Muthafuckas showed you who they were, you just had to believe them. I wasn’t trying to place my brotha in that category, but the side eyes were there.
Three days. All it took Yonnis was three fuckin’ days to touch down in the city. Hearing I had a visitor from my lawyer used to be cool. That was when I had an ounce of faith in Windale. Hearing that shit now… I ain’t know what to expect. I could say wholeheartedly, I wasn’t expecting this muthafucka in front of me though. His entire aura screamed arrogant ass nigga with a cologne to match that reeked of pure money. That caught my attention the most.
Sitting across from each other, he was looking at me and I was looking at him. His demeanor was so much different from Windale’s. The professionalism was there but so was that hint of hood. I could spot my kind anywhere.
“You favor him. I can see why he’s stripping you of your freedom. That ten million would make any average man go crazy,” Yonnis said stating the obvious.
Anytime I saw Enzo, it was damn near like looking in a mirror from a different perspective. While Royce thought I looked like my mama, I took Bentayga’s face through and through. I saw one too many photos of him and I… we were the epitome of copy and paste.
“Ten million dollars is pocket money to me. That broke nigga needs it, not me. All I need is for you to do what Royce and Heidi boasted about. Can you get me the hell up out of here? And can you make that shit happen ASAP?” I questioned.
Nodding, he smirked, and said, “You talk shit just like an Atkins. I can, and I will.”
Smiling, I shook my head while thinking how much shit he was full of. He’d yet to ask any questions regarding evidence orany other information. I was over the frauds and incompetent people coming in my life.
“You’re a liar, and I don’t fuck with those. Go ‘head get up out of here Yonnis.” I stood letting the guard know I was done.
“A liar is what you classify that nigga back in Sage Springs. Me… shit, I’m what you call a big dawg. I ain’t never lost a case, and I ain’t never went back on my word. Doubt is cool but underestimating a nigga with an outstanding record is wild,” he replied cockily.
“How you gon’ win a case you know nothing about fuck nigga?”
“Bentley Atkins, age thirty-two, and in prison for drug trafficking. Oh, how could I forget… and a broken taillight. You caught a smooth ten off the bat without any solid evidence. I also know that your previous attorney never intended to get you out. You might’ve paid him good money, but he loves his kid more. Detective Damarius Evans protected him from the system you created. You were never getting out of here on his accord. I did my homework, sorry.”
Damarius…“Enzo, boy you a hell of a narc ain’t you?” I voiced aloud with defeat lacing my words.
With so much anger built up in me, I damn near cried. At this very moment, my blood boiled. I couldn’t get to the nigga that fucked me over for an entire year straight and then some. I let him breathe another twenty-four when everything in me said off his ass as a birthday gift to myself. Frustration found me within seconds.
“Yonnis, please get me the fuck out of here. I got plenty of video footage that’s time stamped proving I was set up,” I assured him.
“That’s good. My question to you is, how the hell didn’t you notice you had bricks in the car?”
“I parked that bitch once I got to the crib and let her sit. Since she my favorite, she gets drove often. It was time to give one of my other hoes a turn. She sat for a couple days before I pulled her back out. When I was ready to head to Sage Springs to see you, I got pulled over. The judge ain’t even give me a chance to defend myself. I was given a sentence and that was all he wrote,” I explained.
“I need that footage Bentley,” he said standing and grabbing his briefcase.
“Call Keenan White aka Kong. He can get you everything you need. His line is 786-901-4253.” Yonnis gave a light head nod and headed for the door. “I’m tired of sitting Yonnis.”
“Give me a week… two max. Put a pillow under yo’ ass until then,” he jested.
Chuckling, I closed the gap and extended my hand to be dapped up. He gave into my request followed by a quick brotherly hug. Within seconds, I was left alone with another dose of hope filling a nigga veins. From the way he spoke to the way he moved; my last few eggs were in his basket. I was betting it all on his ass. One chance, and after that, it was time to play dirty.
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