Page 67 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Umm…Rosama just called, and he is locked up. I need to go bail him out.”

“What?” Denise yelled out. “What the fuck happened?”

I shook my head. “I have no clue, but I have to go get him. Mariah is supposed to be in here soon. Tell her I will be a lil’ late.”

“Yeah, I got you. Go get your man.”

I walked out and got in my car while searching the jail on my GPS.

Thinking to myself what the fuck could have happened, when I got a call from Kyron.

“Kyron, right now is not the time,” I said as I was trying to move through traffic and not hit one of the dickhead ass people that acted like they couldn’t see a car comin.

“Man, Nylah, stop it,” he said. “I miss you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Kyron, I told you right now is not the time. I am on the way to help my man real quick.”

“YOUR MAN?!” he yelled into the phone. “When the fuck you get a man?”

“When the nigga applied pressure and paid my bills. Tell me this… Do you have a job yet?”

The line went silent, and he hung up, and I shook my head, grinning to myself.

When I finally made it to Brooklyn Central Booking, I rushed inside, not knowing where or what I needed to do.

“Hello,” I said to the officer at the desk. “I'm here to bail out Rosama Carpenter.”

He nodded and typed on the computer for a few seconds. His eyes scanned back and forth as he read and took a sip of his drink.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Nylah, Nylah Flint.”

He nodded again. “Go take a seat over there, and we will call you up in a few.”

I took a seat and saw that Denise had already texted the group chat, and I checked in with them, letting them know I was there.

I don’t know how much time passed, but by the time they called my name, my ass was hurting.

I walked ova to a glass window to see some fat man sitting behind a computer.

“Who are you here to bail out?” he asked bluntly, not even looking up from his computer.

“Rosama Carpenter.”

He nodded and started typing, moving the mouse, tabbing ova and typing some more.

“Three thousand.”

My mouth almost dropped to the floor. “His bail is 3K?”

He nodded, finally looking up at me. “Yes ma’am. Are you ready to pay?”

I nodded and pulled my black card out of my wallet and handed it to him.

The fat fuck processed the payment and passed me back my card with the receipt.