I nodded again, trying to hold it together, when I really wanted to bawl my eyes out.
“Police! Open the fucking door!”
Isniveled,realizingthatthiswasreallyhappening.
“Hey, hey, stop that,” Face asserted, gripping my jaw. “I need you to tuck those emotions in, and be ready for whatever. However it comes, you hear me?”
I nodded, as tears slid down my face. “Okay,” he breathed out. “I love you, Babi.”
Closingmyeyes,Iinhaleddeeply.“Iloveyoutoo.”
“Come here.” He briefly dipped his tongue into my mouth, before breaking the kiss. “Go answer the door.” He lightly tapped my ass.
I nodded, before turning to head towards the door. However, before I could reach the foyer, the police rammed the doors open, shattering glass everywhere.
“Freeze!” They yelled, while rushing into the house like the fucking army.
“Everybody put their hands up!” They shouted.
Holding my baby with one arm, I lifted the free one in surrender. And they raced right past me, before tackling Face to the floor. “No!” I screamed out, as they handled Face callously, placing
a knee on his back.
“Babi!” He lifted his head, locking eyes with me. “Calm down.
This aint the time for tears.”
I nodded, while they lifted him off the floor, now in cuffs. Seeing him like that had me deep in my feelings, but something deep inside grabbed ahold of me, shaking me back to my senses. And that’s when I dried those tears, and straightened my shoulders. Accepting that it was simply time to handle business.
Sitting in my GLE Benz Coupe outside of a building that I had vowed to never see again, I took a deep breath. Funnily, I kept saying that I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and never thought that it would come quite like this. I was reallybeginning to believe that I could get comfortable with this life, and then this shit happens.
The last five days been chaotic as fuck. The police had raided Face’s mama’s house, and ours. At our house they found nothing,
but at his mama’s…they were somehow able to find formaldehyde, fentanyl, and cocaine. And since it was found at her house, they carted her o" to jail. Naturally, Face didn’t want his mama caught up in anything illegal, so he was ready to take all her charges, even if he was innocent himself.
According to the arresting affidavit, an anonymous tipster alleged that Face was selling drugs out of his mother’s home. He’d made the news, as a substantial amount of drugs had been found in what was considered an upper class, quiet suburban neighbor-hood. And the judges were moving weirdly, dragging their feet about official charges, which means that Face didn’t have a bond set, as of yet. Thankfully, his siblings had already bonded their mama out, while I was waiting for him to have a bond, at all.
Stress should’ve been my middle name with everything I had to handle. Britt had been heaven sent, as she dealt with the twins, while I attempted to save our world. And now, I was sitting in my truck, attempting to decompress, just before my cell rang.
Seeing who the caller was, I rolled my eyes, before I picked up. “Hello?”
“Hey, Babi. How are you?” Mattie questioned. I sighed. “I’m alright.”
“Okay. Did…my brother get a bond yet?” “Nope.”
“Aww, man,” she groaned, sounding like she was on the verge of crying. Again. “This is so messed up. I’m still trying to figure out what happened, but nobody is talking to me. Dani won’t even let me come into my mama’s house to grab some clothes.”
“Yeah,” I curtly responded.
“Right. Did you tell Face that I wanted to holler at him? Cause I was waiting on y’all to three-way call me.”
“He said that he doesn’t want to talk over the phone,” I let her know.
“Oh…okay. Well, could you just relay the message? I…I didn’t have nothing to do with what happened. I would never put him or my mama in that position.”
“Look, whatever. I’ll tell him what you said, but that don’t mean that I’m buying it. And I doubt he will, either. I can’t say that I know what happened, but you definitely put him in a vulnerable position.”
“I get that. But Too Low never came in my mama’s house. I’m positive about that. So, however that dope got in the house, aint got nothing to do with me. Maybe it was Nice or Smooth,” she referred to their brothers. “They probably had started hustling on the low. Who knows?”
