“Loco!”
“Sir, you can’t be back here!” Collin’s bitch ass said.
“No? Who’s going to stop me and what exactly can you do about it?”
“We don’t have a Loco he?—”
“Quit bullshittin’ with me,” Miles cut him off, “I know for a fact that my client was brought in here almost forty-eight hoursago. He hasn’t been booked, nor has he been allowed to make a call. That’s an outrageous amount of time of undue process.”
“He has…”
“He hasn’t because if he had, I would have been hisfirstcall,” Miles cut in again. “You have no idea who I am or what I’m capable of, lil’ man. My client is a superstar who is currently on tour. Your little stunts have cost him a lot of time and money that you’re not going to be able to afford to pay him, considering that two of his shows have now been cancelled. Save yourself and this station time, and an even bigger lawsuit, and either charge him now so I can have the shit thrown out or bring him out here whole and in order so we can bounce.”
There was a brief silence before I heard footsteps resume then keys outside of the door. I went ahead and got up because the decision was clear. When the door opened little Collin was scowling at me while Miles was smirking.
“You good?” Miles asked as I made my way over.
“You know it.” I dapped him up and bumped lil’ buddy on the way out.
“You got lucky this time, Mr. Matthews.”
“That’s good enough because I only had to be lucky this one time,” I smirked. “You, on the other hand, gotta be lucky for the rest of ya life. See ya around, Lord.”
Every officer I passed as I exited had a scowl to match the first niggas. I looked each one of them in their faces, etching them in my brain because I wanted to make sure none of them looked the same when I was done with them.
There were cameras and shit flashing as soon as I stepped out of the precinct. I wondered briefly how they even knew I was there, but then I noticed my pops talking to one of the reporters. They all rushed toward me, but thankfully there was some security waiting to keep them at bay. When my pops neared, I dapped him up and hugged him, thanking him for being thereand for being the first to report the shit because the police could have flipped it any way they wanted to if they got to the media first.
Once we were in the car, my dad let me know that my mother was with Diamond at her crib. I nodded and thanked him before powering my phone on. The fucking screen wasmagicallycracked, but I could still see. I hit my assistant and had her ass order me a new one then ordered Diamond some flowers to be delivered to her crib. I needed to make up for the two days that I wasn’t able to send them and apologize for the shit that I’d put her through with all the bullshit that was going on.
I hugged my mother tight as fuck when we made it to Diamond’s since she was the first one I saw. Ms. Joyce was there talking with her, so I hugged her too. She told me that she had been worried since she saw them haul me off a few nights ago, so I apologized for worrying them both, then went to the back where I found my girl still asleep.
I let her rest while I took a long, hot shower, then I brushed my teeth and threw on some boxers and ball shorts before climbing in bed with her ass. I hadn’t slept my damn self in the last couple of days, so I needed to get some rest, at least until she woke up.
It felt like I’d just laid down when I heard Diamond calling my name and shaking me while she sat her little ass on top of me.
“Makhai!”
“Baby, chill,” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward without opening my eyes.
“When did you get here? Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Because I knew you was gon’ ask me hella questions like you doin’ right now.” I chuckled.
“I’ve been worried sick,” she said, sitting back up so I opened my eyes to look at her. She’d turned on a lamp and all, but anigga was knocked the fuck out, so I ain’t even notice. “They told me you weren’t there., she sniffled, so I reached up to thumb away her tears before bringing her down for a kiss.
“I’m good, baby,” I assured. “I know them niggas wasn’t playa with the way they did shit, but I got them. I’m gon’ handle it.”
“No, Makhai,” she climbed off my lap. “Let your lawyer handle things. I can’t deal with you going back to jail or something worse happening.”
“Ay,” I reached for her, pulling her back on top of me where I held her. “I’m cool, aight? A nigga not goin’ back to jail.”
“How do you know that?” she whimpered. “They’re trying to pin murders on you.”
“They gotta prove the shit beyond a reasonable doubt and I know they can’t,” I replied. “I don’t want to talk about none of that shit with you, just know I’m good, love. I promise you.”
“Okay,” she simpered.
“I thought when niggas was fresh out, they girls welcomed them home with some head or some shit,” I smirked. “You don’t ever do right.”
