“Look, Mattie—” I got out, before my line clicked. “Hold, mama is calling on the other line.” I clicked over. “Hello?”
“Son,” my mama’s voice trembled into the phone. “Yeah, mama? What’s wrong.”
“Listen,” she sniveled, while whispering. “I can’t talk for long… but the police just showed up at my door, claiming that they got a warrant.”
“What?” My mouth immediately went dry, as I whipped my Benz into a random gas station.
“They got a warrant, baby. They’re tearing this house up…I gotta go, baby. Don’t you come here. Send one of your sisters. Bye.” She ended the call.
The line then bounced back to Mattie. “Hello? What did mama want, Face?”
Feeling like I couldn’t trust her right then, I hung up to call Dani.
“What’s up, brother?” Dani answered chipperly.
“Sis, mama just called. She say the laws just popped up with a warrant. Ion know what the fuck is going on—”
“Wait, wait,” she halted me. “You’re taking me too fast. The police are at mama’s house? Right now?”
“Yeah.” “For what?”
“The hell if I know. She just called to tell me what’s going on.
She told me not to come…probably cause she thinks they’re looking for me. I don’t know. But I need you to go over there and see what’s up.”
“Okay. I’m putting my shoes on, as I speak. Call your lawyer, Face. I love you.”
I closed my eyes. “Love you too, sis. And I’m on it. I’m fucking on it.”
Babi
Babi!” I heard Face shout my name, as soon as he stepped through the door.
I was in the middle of rocking Christian to sleep, while Britt was doing the same with Tristian. So, I was beyond irritated, as Christian abruptly woke up, crying.
“You woke the kids up, Face—” I started, until I laid eyes on him.
It was all in his eyes. Face was frazzled, as beads of sweat rolled down his face.
“What’s…what’swrong?”
Standing in the middle of the living room with his hands on his on his waist, Face took a deep breath. “The laws just raided my mama’s house.”
I frowned in confusion. “For what?”
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“That’s the thing. I don’t know. You know that I aint been on shit.”
“Right.”Inodded.“So,whatdidyourmamasay—”
The abrupt pounding on the door interrupted my thoughts. “Fuck!” Face vented, as he paced the floor. “Babi, go answer
the door.”
I nodded, while scooting off the couch. “Do…do you wanna hold him…just in case…”
“Nah.” He immediately shook his head. “If they run up on me, then he could get caught in the mix. Those muthafuckas won’t care about me holding my son. We Black, baby. You keep holding him.”
