“Murder, how? I already told you motherfuckers that I had an alibi.”
“You don’t have a solid alibi for the time the murders were committed. We’ll talk about it downtown.”
“Nigga I have two solid ass alibis!”
I replied as they tried to cuff me with those little-ass bracelets.
I thought long and hard about what my alibis were, and I knew that Tania's was solid because my girl had just talked to her this morning, and she didn’t sound shook or iffy about holding me down. If anything, Tania was cool as a fan about the situation now, especially after getting paid on the low. But that’s when it hit me. It was Dianne who had fallen through. I hadn’t heard from her in over a week, even after I text her the next morning after our plans fell through and told her I couldn’t go through with it. I even offered to send one of my guys to give her the dick she’d been begging for. I’d been meaning to stop by and make sure everything was straight with her, but I’d been toowrapped up in playing family man to do so. I see that was the downfall in it all.
A bitter bitch who can’t get what she wanted turned her back on me.
Chapter 18
Proctor
One month later
I finally got a bond this morning, and my son posted it as soon as he could. When I was released from those doors for the time being, I was met by a black truck parked outside. Sergio stepped out and opened the door for me to slide in.
“What up, Proc.”
I nodded my head to acknowledge him.
When I got inside, Hawk was sitting behind the driver’s seat, stretched out just as much as I was.
“Appreciate you for getting me out nigga,”
“You knew I wasn’t going to leave your ass in there,” he replied as the car took off.
“I’m glad that the judge listened to the lawyer and let me out, but now we have to figure out how we're getting out of this like last time?”
“A good lawyer is where we start. We already got that, so we're on the track to setting you free. But after this, we need to only kill mutha fuckas who are actively shooting at us. I have too much shit to lose now, and so do you, to be killing niggas justbecause. I know why you did what you did, but still, we have to think smarter now.”
My son fussed, as if we had switched roles for the time being. I always let Hawk speak because he was smart, mature, and he thought like a man my age. I wasn’t too real to listen to what he had to say. He was one of the very few people who could persuade me right or left on a situation.
It got quiet in the truck once we pulled off and started stretching through the city. Hawk was on his phone, texting, and I didn’t know who, but he was a businessman, so there was no telling.
This time in jail felt harder than the last time, because back then, all I was missing was regular sex in a comfortable bed. Now? I had people on the outside that I really wanted to be with. I was trying to build a family. I had a woman and a baby living in my house. That made it different. I couldn’t get the same feeling locked up as I could when I was free. This time, I was missing love. Bonding. The people I cared about.
I looked over towards Hawk, who had put his phone down on his lap. Just like me, his knees were still bent even in this spacious ass SUV.
“Have you seen my lady lately?”
“Yeah, she’s been coming over the past couple of weeks. My wife said she's been looking really down and shit.”
“I bet. I've been feeling the same way,” I replied, shifting in my seat.
“I just can’t believe Diane told the truth and gave them video evidence showing them I wasn’t there after telling me her nephew had wiped the footage of me leaving out.” I shook my head.
“Me either, I really thought you had that bitch in check.”
“I thought I did too, but because I didn’t give her any dick, it all went downhill, and she snaked me. Hurt bitches the grimmest species on earth.”
“Well, I've been telling you that for years. Fucking can only get you so far anyway, but you didn’t want to believe that shit. Nina is the perfect example of how far scorned women will go. You still think we can trust what that bitch said? I've been lying low just in case she wasn’t lying about that shit she told you. Shit, this whip bullet proof we in right now.”
“Yeah, I trust her. Nina wrote me a few times on the inside. She is sticking to her story, so I plan to get with her soon now that I’m out to get this nigga up out of here.”
“Good, because I’m not meeting with the bitch, but when you say up out of here, what does that mean? I know not any crazy shit?”
