“Nigga, who the fuck you think you’re talking to?” I asked him. “You must have forgotten I’m not like your other fuckin’ clients.”
Groom adjusted his tie and cleared his throat while putting his hands up in the air.
“Sorry, sorry, Mr. Cannon.” His voice was a lil’ shaky.
I leaned back in my chair slow, letting the room breathe for a second while he gathered himself. His glasses had slid on his face from the slam, and he pushed them back on his face with a nervous hand.
That lil’ bit of fear in his eyes, that was exactly what I needed to see.
“You got comfortable,” I said calmly. “You’re not dealing with my girl, you are dealing with me now, and only me.”
“I didn’t get comfortable, sir?—”
“No, you did,” I said, cutting him off. I leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. “Talkin’ slick, you don’t know me. I pay you, this ain’t some free shit, and you need to move like that.”
Mr. Groom looked at me like he wanted to say something, but decided to hold back.
“What is going on with my case?” I asked.
He opened his briefcase and pulled out a file.
“We are making progress?—”
“How, when I’m still sitting in here?”
He nodded. “I will file another motion for Monday, and hopefully they give you a bond. They don’t have anything to really hold you on from what I can see.”
I nodded. “You better get me out. I got shit to handle, and being in here has fucked up a lot of shit in my life.”
“I get you, Mr. Cannon. Like I said, I’m doing everything I can to get you out.”
I paused and stared in his eyes, not believing a word he said.
Mr. Groom shifted in his seat a lil’ under my stare, his fingers tapping lightly on the file in front of him like he was trying not to feel my stare.
“You better,” I finally said, leaning back in my chair.
“Mr. Cannon, I work very hard for all my clients; you are no different.”
I nodded slowly, but didn’t say anything else. The silence sat between us for a second before he cleared his throat and started packing his papers back into his briefcase.
“If everything goes how I expect, you should have a bond on Monday afternoon,” he added.
“Make sure that happens,” I replied flatly.
A few minutes later, the guard came back in with cuffs in his hand. Mr. Groom and I stood up at the same time, and he nodded.
“You will see me on Monday.”
I nodded at the guard, and he came in and cuffed me.
“Oh, I’d better, Mr. Groom… you better.”
The guard led me back to my cell, uncuffed me, and walked off. As soon as he was off my cell block, I pulled out my phone to see if Bully had hit me back yet, and he hadn’t.
That pissed me off even more.
I was about to go to the rec room and play some cards to keep my mind off shit, when I Trina crossed my mind.
