Page 34 of This Is Law 3
I took one hand off her ass, and I put it up under her chin, so that I could lift her head, and make her look at me. Because of shame, she’d dropped her head.
“Don’t do that, aight? The last thing I want you to ever do is be angry at yourself because of some shit that happened in the past. At the time, damn right I was mad that you chose to walk away, and break up our family, but when I think about the shit now, you did what you was supposed to do back then. You wasn’t the best version of yourself after Sarai, and I remember you always telling me how you never wanted our children growing up in a toxic environment, so I fully understand why you chose to walk away. We were in such a fucked-up place back then, Ya. I did shit that was wrong. I should have never went out and fucked them bitches, even though you gave me the greenlight because I truly believe that that hurt is what really had you sending me those divorce papers. I’m not dwelling on the past though because I’m so stuck on what’s happening now, and our future. You about to give me twin babies. Shit, that right there has completed me because I know how hell bent you were on not having any more children. All the fucked up shit we been through but look where it brought us. Right here on this boat. I’m standing in front of the prettiest girl in the whole damn world. Me, and you are closer than we’ve ever been. Stronger than we’ve ever been, and I know that because of the therapy, and the growth. Fuck what happened in the past, aight?” I finished, and she nodded her head, and she eventually gave me that kiss that I had been yearning for.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and we engaged in a nice, passionate tongue kiss. The kind that had my dick trying to burst out of the slacks that I was wearing.
She eventually pulled her head away from the kiss, and she laid her head on my chest.
“Let’s go to the courthouse when we get back home, and get married again,” I blurted two minutes later. She picked her head up from my chest, looked at me, and she laughed.
“Sevyn, that’s toxiccccc,” she whined.
“It ain’t toxic. It’s different. Our love story not supposed to be like everyone else. Our shit going to go down in history books. You going to come to the courthouse with me, or you scared?” I wanted to know, and she smiled.
“Ima go with you. I’m glad that this is what we agreed on because I didn’t want an actual ceremony again. You going to get me a new ring, or you want me to bring the old one?” she asked, down for this shit right along with me.
“Nah. Ima get you a new one. Something bigger, with more diamonds. Your other ring was for the last marriage. This ring gotta be for the new one. Ay, this going to be the last time. We not getting divorced again, yo. We got a problem, we just going to have to learn to work through that motha fucka and take our asses back to therapy. We wasted so much fuckin time and money going to court, only for us to get back together,” I spat, and like I was telling jokes, she was cracking up.
In the end, she shoved me and playfully rolled her eyes at me.
“Get rid of that condo too. I want it put on the market when we go back home,” she got serious all of a sudden.
“Damn. Why I gotta get rid of the bachelor pad baby? Having that shit was lit,” I fucked with her.
“I’m not playing with you, Sevyn. You either sell it, or you rent it out, but you’re not keeping it. I don’t know the hoes you brought there, and fucked,” she removed her arms from around my neck.
“Here you go. I swear I never brought bitches over there. That’s where I laid my head, and where the boys would lay theirhead on the days that they came over. The only fuckin that was taking place at that condo is when you would sneak out of our million-dollar mansion with your spend the night bag and get cracked a few times a week. That shit was lit. It felt like our teenage years when you used to sneak out your mama crib to come next door to my room. I had you doing shit that your mama would have killed your ass for,” I joked, hitting her on her ass, and she laughed because she knew it was true.
“Sell that condo Sevyn. I’m not playing,” she was adamant about that. She walked away after that.
“I got you baby. Ima start the process when we get home. You really think you run shit, don’t you?” I asked her, pulling her arm, so that she could come back to me.
“Sevyn, stopppp. I’m trying to see if the food is ready. I’m starving,” she whined.
“Damn. I can’t grab on, and be obsessed with my wife?” I wanted to know, and she smiled.
She stayed hugged up with me for a couple of minutes, and then I let her go, so that she could lead the way downstairs, back onto the main deck. I wanted to continue our night with good vibes, romance, and good food. I also needed to pick her brain a little bit about the kind of ring that she wanted, so that I could go ahead, and purchase it when we made it back home.
Chapter Thirteen
DUTCH THORNE
“Your honor, before you make your ruling on whether my client can get a bond, I would just like to say that I recognize the seriousness of the charges that Mr. Thorne is currently facing. In cases like his, that involve organized crime, racketeering, and conspiracy, it’s common for bonds not to be granted. I don’t want you to think that by me asking for my client to receive a bond that I’m minimizing that. Trust me, that’s not the reason I’m asking. I’m just asking if you can look at the reality of what my client is currently going through. Mr. Thorne’s son is in the hospital because he was targeted and shot multiple times. It isn’t looking good for him, and the only thing that’s keeping him alive are the machines that he’s hooked up to. Over the weeks that he’s been hospitalized, his condition has deteriorated. With this, my client is asking for leniency from you, with all respect to the charges that he’s facing. All he wants is a bond, so that he can be with his child. If the worst happens, he would like to be there to attend his sons funeral, “Dominic, my attorney said to the judge, taking a quick pause, so that he could finish.
“If he’s granted a bond, we understand that there will be strict conditions that he must adhere to, and we’re willing to accept them. Mr. Thorne will immediately surrender hispassport. He’ll agree to the monitoring system twenty- four hours a day. Even if the court requires him to remain under house arrest, only leaving to visit his son in the hospital, he is willing to accept that as well. My client is not a flight risk, your honor. This is just a man that’s desperate to make it back to his son,” Dominic concluded, and to me, that shit sounded great, so I could only hope that the judge felt the same way.
In a perfect world, the only person that would have been defending me during this process was Law. Since Law was a little boy, I used to always tell him that if I ever got hemmed up, and had to face crazy charges, he was going to be the one that I relied on to get me out of that jam. Never in a million fuckin years did I think that our shit would unfold like this. When Law walked in the room a few weeks ago at the jail for us to go over this shit, and get me out of it, I didn’t think that he would have come to see me on that bullshit. Not going to lie, when he played that audio for me, at first, I didn’t hear what the fuck he was trying to have me listen to, but then, that crazy ass nigga sat there, and kept playing the shit, and I heard exactly what he heard, even though I tried to play it off, and make that nigga out to be crazy for hearing things.
In that moment, two things came to mind; one is that he was his father’s child because Knox was the kind of man that was going to always get to the bottom of something, no matter how long it was going to take him. Secondly, he had earned that title of being labeled the best attorney in the game because there was no way he was able to crack a case that even the feds couldn’t crack well over thirty years ago. I was so fuckin angry with myself for going out to that cemetery and doing all that talking to Knox. I was spaced out, in my own little world, riding my high horse, like I always am, not paying attention to anyone, or anything that was around me. Out of all the ways that I couldhave ever gotten caught slipping, I never thought that it would be on audio of me confessing to it.
Once I knew that Law wasn’t going to represent me, I had to move fast and see who would come next. I didn’t know other attorneys like that because for years, I’ve always known that if shit ever went down, Law is who I would turn to. I did my homework, and I learned that the next best thing, or someone that was just as good as Law, was attorney Alecia Jackson. I reached out to her office, but I could never get her on the phone. It was always her assistant that would pick up. I was calling that bitch’s office every time that I had access to a phone. Her assistant eventually came clean and told me that Alecia had taken on too many clients, and she wouldn’t be able to fit me in her schedule, but I felt like that shit was a lie. That bitch probably heard the severity of my case and decided that she didn’t want anything to do with it. That or Law was trying to sabotage me, so that no one would work with me.
I did some more digging, and that’s when I decided to reach out to Dominic. I knew that he was the attorney that was representing that rapper nigga, Reggie. I didn’t want to reach out to him at first because I knew how much work went into a RICO case, so I didn’t think that he would be able to properly give my case the attention that it needed, but he assured me that him, and his team were the best, and they would help me out of this jam that I was in.
Seeing the way he just pleaded for me to the judge, so that I could get out on bond, I was starting to believe that my money to him was well spent.
The judge that we had this morning was a black judge named judge Morris. Older guy, probably in his early seventies. He sat in front of the courtroom with brown skin and silver hair. I’ve heard stories about judge Morris, and I knew that he wasn’t shit to play with in the courtroom. He handed out hard sentences toall the killers, dope boys, and gangstas in Miami, and he did that shit like it was nothing. Nigga didn’t give a fuck about a person’s sob story, that’s why even though Dominic just vouched for me, and made my story sound as sad as he wanted it to, I knew that judge Morris wasn’t going to be easily moved by it. He wanted killers off the street. Anybody that broke the law, he wanted them locked up, and that’s the part that I was worried about.
Judge Morris had paperwork in front of him, and he used about two minutes to look through everything that was before him. To the right of me, I heard someone from the prosecutor side clear their throat, and someone stood up. There were two members over there on the prosecution side. They were members of the Assistant U.S. Attorney (AUSA).My case was considered federal, so it was the big dogs that were after me. The government wanted my ass buried underneath the prison, and this was the prosecution team that was sent to do it.
