I had been moving product for years. My shit was smooth. Then I thought about Mazi and wondered if, before he died, he had given up any information.
“You have a mole, Adore. Now, one good thing, they don’t have you on any pictures or any surveillance. You don’t have anything on your record that would stop the judge from giving you a bond. It’s going to be expensive,” he told me.
I heard what he was saying, but I couldn’t get over them knowing my operation. My shit was air-tight. The only way to know it is to be in business with me.
“Okay, I’m going to see what I can do to get you out of here. Just sit tight and don’t say shit to anyone when they take you back to your cell.”
Again, I was taken back to the damn holding cell. I knew I wasn’t going to hear shit today being that it was early Sundaymorning. I knew I was going to spend the whole day here and go before the judge on Monday. So, I got comfortable and prepared myself for whatever.
As soon as the doors opened, I ran out to my brother. Instead of letting me go on Monday, they held me until Friday. I hadn’t eaten or drunk shit since I was there. I was dehydrated like a muthafucka and needed some sleep.
“Ewww shit! You look a fuckin’ mess,” Hollow said as he hugged me.
“Nigga, them folks had me locked up and you worrying about what I look like,” I told you.
I looked around the truck, hoping that Whodie was here.
“I told him not to come. If they have all the information on you, then he’ll be the next person they want to pick up. They will pin y’all against each other. It’s best you both just chill and lay low,” my brother said.
He opened the door for me and then walked around to climb in.
“I’m takin’ you to my house. If you’re away from the city, they can’t track you. If I let you go home, then I kno’ yo’ ass goin’ straight to the streets. And if you think them muthafuckas ain’t gonna have someone on yo’ ass, you crazy.”
“I need clothes and shit, Hollow. I need to wash my ass.”
“I got all of that from yo’ house. There’s nothin’ you can say to make me take you to that house.”
I rolled my eyes and sat my ass back as he made the damn drive to Naples. When we pulled up to his house, he handed me a burner phone.
“Here, you can talk to Whodie on this. His new number is saved in there. As soon as they took yo’ phone, they plugged that bitch. Waitin’ on yo’ ass to make a call.”
“I’ll get rid of it when I get in the house.”
“Nah, keep it. Make sure that bitch stays charged. They need to see you ain’t doin’ shit. Knowin’ them, they’ll send a police from this jurisdiction to ride by.”
I showered, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to Love fixing me a plate. She never knew how to turn the motherly duty off.
“You feeling better?” Love asked as she set my nephew’s plate down.
“I feel a lot better. Just need to get some sleep.”
“Well, you can sleep all you want to.”
“Don’t tell her that,” Hollow said, joining us for dinner. “She gotta do somethin’ ‘round here besides sleep.”
“Hollow, please shut the hell up,” I said.
“Adore, my son,” Love said.
“My bad, nephew.” I squeezed his cheek.
“Have you talked to Whodie yet? He’s been blowing my phone up,” Hollow said.
“No, I was going to as soon as I got done eating.”
“The man is about to lose his mind.”
“All I want is some food on my stomach, and I promise to call him.”
