“I love you more, baby.” I smiled even though I didn’t want to.
I was seething on the inside, but I wanted her to be chill, so I had to remain calm. I looked down at the punk ass officer that was still nursing his busted nose. “Get yo’ bitch ass up and take me to fuckin’ jail, my nigga.”
It took him a second, but he finally got his ass up and dragged me down the steps to his car. The nigga tried his hardest to be rough, but he wasn’t doing shit for real, and neither was his lil’ clique of fuck boys that he’d corralled together to meet him there. I let each and every one of them niggas know if they laid a mothafuckin’ finger on me they mama’s was gon’ be on the block sellin’ fish plates at the ass crack of dawn. They could play with other niggas like that, but I wasn’t going.
After realizing they wasn’t gon’ intimidate me, they threw me in a small ass holding cell and left me there, not even bothering to uncuff me. I didn’t say shit at first, but when some hours passed, I started blanking on them. They’d ignored all of my fuckin’ requests for phone calls despite me threatening to let my attorney know what was going on. I stopped pressing them after a while and just started plotting. I’d make Collin’s lil’ bitch ass pay in the worst way. I just had to get the fuck out of jail first.
TWENTY
Diamond.
As soon as I pulled up to the police station, my phone rang. I quickly fished it from my purse, hoping that it was Makhai finally calling after almost two days, but I was slightly disappointed to see that it was Kabria.
“Hey, friend.” I answered somberly.
“Aw, bestie, you still haven’t heard from him?”
“No.” I sighed. “I’m at ACPD right now because he’s not even in the system.”
“Oh, bitch, it’s some corruption going on in there!”
“Right, so I’m going to see if they can give me any information.”
“Have you called his parents yet?”
“No. He didn’t want me to, but now I sort of feel like I have to.” I released another heavy sigh. “Like it’s been almost forty-eight hours, and they might not even know he’s in trouble.”
“Right. I definitely think you need to call them,” Kabria agreed. “Did he tell you his lawyer’s name?”
“No, but I looked up some defense attorneys in Crescent Falls.”
“Did you call all of them?”
“No. If they don’t give me any information on Makhai today, I’m just going to call his mom and find out who it is.”
“Yeah, that’ll probably be better than just calling people randomly asking if they represent the rapper Loco,” she replied and giggled. “But I’m keeping my phone on me, so keep me posted. If I don’t answer, just text me.”
“Okay, I will. I love you.”
She returned the sentiment then we disconnected the call. I got out then went to the backseat to get Keona. She was fast asleep and I was grateful. She’d become such a big girl and so talkative these days. I didn’t want to be in the police station with her yelling.
I pushed her inside and went to the front desk. I couldn’t see if anyone was there through the glass, so I pressed the call button on the pad that was next to it and waited.
“How can I help you?” a woman’s voice flowed through.
“Um, yes, I’m looking for Makhai Matthews. He was brought in the night before last, but he’s not showing up in the system nor has he called yet.”
The other side was quiet for a few moments before she finally asked me to have a seat in the waiting area and let me know that a sergeant would be out to speak with me momentarily.
I went ahead and turned the recording on my phone on just in case. I knew that it more than likely wouldn’t be able to be used in court, but I was alone and needed some kind of proof in case any of them were on bullshit.
A few minutes passed before an officer came out.
“Hey, Miss…”’
“Scott.” I stood and extended my hand.
“Miss Scott,” he smiled. “What can I do for you?”
