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“Mya, I’m finna nut, baby. Oooooh fuck!”

He gripped my hip even tighter as he released inside of me. After his orgasm had passed, he slid to my side and pulled me to him. “We can shower in the morning. I’m gon’ tap this shit again anyway.”

I smiled slightly as I tooted my ass against his dick. A slow grin spread across my lips as I felt him hardening again. There was no way he would make it ’til morning. Before I could even acknowledge what I was doing to him, he slid right back inside of me.

“Fucking nympho,” he said under his breath. “That’s okay. I’m finna turn this shit inside out. No more slow fucking. I’m ’bout to make yo’ ass tap out.”

“Damn, baby. Please do. Knock me the fuck out.”

CHAPTER 23

CHRISTIAN

“In what world can’t you defend yourself? My client is a hunter. His hunting rifle is always in his vehicle. Secondly, this is an open-carry state, or does that only apply to the white folk?”

“Watch it, Mister Berotte,” the judge said.

“I’m just saying. Had it been the other way around, we wouldn’t even be here. The police would have taken a statement from the man and sent him on his way, calling him if they had more questions. You can say what you want, Your Honor. You know I’m right. He deserves to walk after watching the footage obtained by Missus Taylor. It’s clear that Mister McAlister was about to stab him.”

“Mister Berotte, I won’t have you behaving this way in my court. Watch the way you talk to me, or I will throw you out of here.”

My eyebrows lifted as Shy shrugged his shoulders. That nigga didn’t give a fuck if he knew he was right. He was more professional when he was talking to the family. However, I knew the judge had pissed him off. He was trying to remand SS. He didn’t have a record, not even a traffic ticket, and he didn’t want to set bail.

“Well, since you thinking about doing it anyway, I may as well say what I want. Missus Taylor can pick up where I leave off. She knows how to be nice nasty. I don’t. I’m going to be one or the other. When I’m passionate about something or know who and what I’m fighting for, I don’t hold back. Rest assure, I won’t stop until you get snatched off the bench.”

“Are you threatening me, Mister Berotte?” the judge asked and stood from his seat.

“Threatening? Me? Threatening you? Naw, Your Honor. I’m telling you exactly what I’m gon’ do. They aren’t threats. They are promises. You only holding our client because he’s black. You’re a disgrace to the justice system. Period.”

“Bailiff, escort Mister Berotte out of here.”

“You ain’t gotta escort me. I will gladly walk out of here. I refuse to allow you to use race to determine this case. Racists don’t belong in a court of law. You won’t be here much longer. Get acquainted with what I look like. I’m gon’ be coming at you from all directions. Take that how you want it.”

He yanked his tie off and stormed out of the courtroom as the entire family stood and clapped. SS was sitting there looking defeated though. Suddenly, the twins started chanting. “Let him go! Let him go!”

Before long, we were all getting thrown out of the courtroom. Mr. Berotte set the tone, and we didn’t hesitate to follow that shit. Mrs. Taylor remained calm, sitting there watching everything unfold. She was very observant, and I knew she was going to use everything that happened to her advantage. I was starting to think that their strategy was planned.

As we sat on the bench outside the courtroom, Mya leaned into me. “Yo’ family is rowdy as fuck.”

I chuckled. We were definitely that, especially when it came to each other. Everybody was here, including family friends, Legend, Red, Zayson, Aston, Shylou, and Philly, along with their wives and children. None of them were considered friends anymore. They were family. There had to be over fifty of us in the courtroom, all the men and boys standing along the walls, allowing the women to sit.

I was surprised they even allowed all of us in there. It was full of niggas in there, and the moment made me think of Fred Sanford when he said in the courtroom, “Look at all these niggas in here! It’s enough niggas in here to make a Tarzan movie.”

I had to quickly divert my thoughts, or I would have laughed inappropriately. They were trying to railroad my cousin, and we weren’t standing for it. We’d fuck around and have Al Sharpton, Shaun King, Jessie Jackson, and whoever else here fighting for my cousin. Shiiiid, we’d get lil shawty from H-Town that set it off on what’s her name. Bleach blond, bad built, butch body. Auntie Maxine would have to roll through too.

This judge obviously didn’t respect the Henderson name, but I was beyond sure Mrs. Taylor was in there, professionally tearing him a new asshole. Uncle Storm was pacing right in front of us with his hands clasped together. I’d never witnessed him be so nervous and quiet. His mouth was always going, but this had him fucked up.

Aunt Aspen and Uncle Jasper had been doing their best to keep him from completely breaking down. He’d even gotten to the point where he was blaming himself for passing down his temper to his kids. That shit had all the women and Grandpa crying. What SS did had nothing to do with his temper. My nigga was protecting himself. Had he not shot that bitch, he would have stabbed him, possibly killing him. I was pretty sure that was what Sidney was in there arguing.

I wrapped my arm around Mya and laid my hand on her belly. She was seventeen weeks, almost eighteen, and I couldn’t wait for my baby to make his or her arrival. We were almost halfway there. “How you feeling, baby?” I asked her.

“I’m okay. I can feel the baby moving. If you put your hand in the right spot at the right time, you may feel the movement too.”

She smiled. She was doing her best not to say ‘it.’ I told her just because we didn’t know the sex of our baby yet, didn’t mean she should call him or her it. My baby wasn’t an it. She giggled and agreed that what I said made sense. She was sure to say ‘he or she’ or ‘the baby.’

I loved the way she fell into this relationship with me. Although we had a slight pause, in my heart, I knew she was all in. We spent a lot of time together. My pop had gone on a few appointments for me so I could spend as much time with Mya as possible. I wanted to make sure she was secure in my love for her. I wanted her to know that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her, no matter the cost.

I kissed her head and continued to rub her belly. When the doors opened and Sidney and SS walked through them, we all cheered. The McAlisters didn’t look happy at all. I wanted to say fuck them though. I understood they were hurt because they lost a loved one, but that shit was his fault. Their anger was displaced. They needed to direct that shit at Courtney’s ass. She was still locked up and was going to be arraigned next.

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