Page 28 of This Is Law 3
“Don’t worry about it nigga. I’ll get somebody else to take on the job. This is why I take you lil niggas for a joke when ya’ll come to me with your sob ass stories, talking about how you need money, and want to move weight for me. I just told you that if you handle a job for me, I’ll get you money, drugs to push out, and guns. You fucked up, down on your dick right now, so you should have jumped at whatever I put on the line for you. Nigga, you just said that you would kill a baby. I swear you young boys not hungry enough,” he spat.
“I’ll do it. Nigga, I ain’t scared. I was just making sure that you were for real. When I get the money, and shit? Do I at least get something up front? I need something on me now,” I let him know, and he sucked his teeth.
“I don’t know what kind of niggas you did business with before me, but I only pay when jobs are done. However you do that shit, make sure it’s not sloppy, and don’t get caught. If you get caught, the feds going to catch your young ass, and trust me, they going to question who put you up to that shit. You better not let my name come out your mouth. I may be locked up but trust I still got pull out there on the streets, nigga. Look how easy it was for me to get a phone number on you. Handle that shit for me like I asked you, and I promise I got something waiting for you,” he said, and like he was sitting right next to me, I nodded my head.
“Say less. When you want that shit done?” I asked.
“As soon as possible,” he responded.
“Aight. How I’m supposed to get in contact with you to let you know that I did it, since you called me private?” I inquired.
“You don’t need to be the one to get in contact with me. I’ll always be the one reaching out to you. I’ll hit you in a couple of days to see where we stand,” he let me know, and without even waiting for a response from me, he just hung the phone up.
I tossed my phone down on the floor, and I laid back, putting my hands behind my head. All I could think about was this conversation that I just finished having with Dutch, and the job that I’d agreed to take on. I knew it would make me a grimy ass nigga to go after someone that was at one point my best friend, and like a brother to me, but I was desperate, and I was tired of the fucked up circumstances that I was being dealt.
Even though me, and Creed weren’t on the best terms right now, and we both knew that our friendship had run its course, I knew that Creed had a good heart, and it would be easy to hit that nigga up, reel him in, tell him that I wanted us to talk, and work on our friendship, and I could handle that nigga right there. He wouldn’t see it coming, and that’s what was going to make this job so easy.
I knew that his parents were going to be hurt by this shit, but it wouldn’t be the first child that they had to bury. They’ve already had to go through putting one of their kids in the ground, so one more shouldn’t make that much of a difference.
Chapter Eleven
CREED CRAWFORD
Montego Bay, Jamaica
“How old you think she is?” I asked my twin, as we were laid out in beach chairs, sitting by the water.
There was a glass in my hand that held what was probably my 10thvirgin strawberry daiquiri for the day, and it hadn’t even hit afternoon yet.
Me, and Legend were throwing these drinks back, taking advantage of the fact that they were free, since we were staying in an all-inclusive resort. I couldn’t believe that my parents thought that they were going to hit up Jamacia, and not take me, and Legend. Any other time, I probably would have sat back and allowed the two of them to enjoy a trip together, but the same way they were tired, and stressed out from the problems that were happening back home in Miami, was the same way that I was feeling too. That shit that went down between Vivian, and I took a hard hit on my mental. For a moment, I really thought that the life, and the name that I was building for myself with sports was over.
The recruiter that reached out to my dad months ago from Cali started acting funny, and he eventually hit us with somevague response, telling us that they’d already filled the spot with someone else. Me, and my pops called bullshit because I had been hitting that man up for weeks, telling him that I wanted to accept the offer, and his bitch ass wouldn’t answer the phone. I won’t lie, when he told us that the spot was filled, that shit did hurt me a little bit, but it took my pops pulling me to the side, getting in my ear, telling me to never beg to sit at another nigga’s table. I took that, and I ran with it.
Not even two days after that happened, our baseball coach told the team that we were going to go to a public middle school and speak to the boys that were on the baseball team there. Man, pulling up to that middle school and seeing those kids run up to me in their jerseys, asking me to sign them, or holding out their pens and pads for an autograph, was a reminder of who I am and what I’m out here building. These young kids were looking up to me when it came to baseball. Some of them were damn near in tears when they laid eyes on me and telling me how they wanted to be as good as me when they made it to high school. The shit with Vivian did put me in a negative light, but as time went on, people were forgetting about that shit and weren’t trying to crucify me because of it.
“She got tattoos, so I’m sure she’s older than us. She probably like nineteen or twenty, so don’t even think about it,” Legend responded, and I laughed.
There was a girl that was standing a little further out into the distance, and she had her feet in the water. One of her home girls, or a family member had been taking pictures of her, so originally, I had the perfect view of her, but now that the picture taking had come to an end, I could only see her from behind. She was pretty as hell. She was only like 5 feet, and she had a small, petite frame. Her bathing suit reflected the Jamaican flag, with its yellow, green, and black. She had those long, boho knotless braids in her hair, styling them in two ponytails. I wasa sucker for the big baby hairs that surrounded the perimeter of her forehead. Just like Legend said, there were tattoos that were on her body. A couple of butterflies were on her flat stomach. I could see the long, fully detailed one that was on her spine, and one on her neck. She was so fuckin fine, and I just wanted to know what her name was.
“Man, I bet you I can get her number,” I shot, and when I said that, Legend started laughing.
“If you get it, I’ll wash your clothes when we get back. If you don’t, you gotta wash my clothes,” he bribed. I loved a good challenge, so I quickly finished what was left in my drink, stood up, and slid into my Burberry slides.
I was a cocky ass lil nigga because that’s the way that my pops raised us to be. She would be a fool to turn me down. I knew I looked good. My shirt was off, so my frame was out there for everybody to see. You could see the six pack that I was working with, along with my broad shoulders. I wore Burberry swim trunks to match the slides that I was wearing too. My hair was styled in fresh, Pop Smoke braids, and my line up was perfect. If she turned me down, it wasn’t going to be because of my looks. It would simply be because she was much older than me, and she didn’t want to get in trouble for fuckin with a minor.
“Aight nigga, I only like my clothes washed with Gain. When you put them in the dryer, make sure you add a few of those dryer sheets because I like when my clothes come out the dryer hot, and soft. Let me show you how you do this shit,” I boasted, and Legend sat up in his chair with a smirk on his face, ready to see how this was going to play out.
I walked with confidence, breezing past all the other people that were out here on the beach. My eyes were on the beautiful girl that I was getting ready to approach, and no lie, the closer I got to her, I grew a little nervous, but I couldn’t back out nowbecause my brother would have a field day laughing at me if I chickened out.
I swallowed the huge lump in my throat, and I approached her from behind. My presence caused her to jump, and she quickly turned around to look at me. At first, she had this stank look on her face, like she was getting ready to curse my ass out for walking up on her the way that I did, but once she looked me up, and down, and she saw how handsome I was, mixed with this hard body, her face softened.
Seeing her up close, and personal, she was prettier than from afar. You could see the pretty freckles that decorated her face, too. Even though we were standing outside, right in the middle of the sun, I still was able to get a whiff of her, and she smelled good. I couldn’t quite tell what the scent was, but it was something fruity.
“My bad. I didn’t mean to scare you. How you doing?” I asked, stepping back a little bit, so that I wouldn’t freak her out by being all up in her personal space.
She was still staring at me, and I didn’t know if she was doing that because she was still caught off guard by the way I walked up on her, or if she was just that mesmerized by how good a nigga looked. I could feel her girls that she was with staring at us, so I turned in their direction, and it was like three of them. All of them had smiles on their faces as they stood there, watching this moment unfold.
“I’m good. How old are you?” she asked, about to pop my bubble. She had an accent. The way she talked, it was sharp, having a little edge to it, so I quickly gathered that she might have been from New York.
