Page 39 of This Is Law 3
Hours later
8:35 p.m.
Law was downstairs in his mancave, locked up in there. He’s been in there for about two hours now. The fact that he was locked away like this, just let me know that he was coming up with ideas on how he would handle what his mom told him to. I wasn’t going to bother him, so I was upstairs in my closet, putting clothes up on the hanger because I was finishing with laundry.
My phone was in here with me, sitting on the island, and I had music playing softly. We’d all had dinner, and the second that I was finished with what I was doing, I was going to shower, do a quick skin routine, and take my ass to bed because I had to be up early in the morning for work.
I could hear footsteps making their way into my walk- in closet, and I looked up to see that it was Creed walking in. He came in shirtless,Ralph Laurenpajama bottoms on, with house shoes, and his do- rag on his head. From the look on his face, I could tell that he was prepared to beg for something. I knew my kids, and I knew when they were up to something.
“Ma, what you doing Saturday afternoon?” he asked me, getting right to the point. I knew it was something. It was always something with him.
“I’m not doing anything, so don’t give me anything to do,” I sassed, putting the cheetah print blouse on the hanging rack with the rest of my work blouses. He laughed, and he sat up on the island, with his eyes glued on me.
“Quay hit me. He want us to meet at the park Saturday afternoon. Get a lil work out in, run some drills. I asked pops, but he told me that he had to go into the office Saturday to handle some things, so now I’m asking you. See, this is the reason why ya’ll gotta get us a car. I know you hate when you gotta go out of your way to drop me, and Legend off places, and I hate having to ask because I never know what kind of mood you’re going to be in,” he said, and since I was standing close to him because I was putting a shirt on the hanger, I was able to pop him in his chest.
“You hate having to ask, yet you always seem to never miss a moment to ask. Also, don’t say that I hate going out of my way to drop you and Legend off somewhere because that’s not true. I’m also not going out of my way because ya’ll are my children, and that’s what I’m supposed to do. The only time that I complain about dropping you somewhere is when you ask me at the last minute. I didn’t know that you, and Quay were back talking though. I thought you told your dad that ya’ll had a falling out,” I replied, sitting the shirt down, and watching his every move because I wanted to pay attention to his body language, just to see if he was going to tell the truth or not.
“We did, but he hit me while we were in Jamaica. We hashed it out,” he said, and I looked at him for a few seconds, just taking in what he just revealed to me.
“Just like that? Your daddy told me that you told him that you two were going at it hard over the phone. He basically brought up the fact that you couldn’t relate to him, and how he didn’t like that you were preaching to him about doing better with his life. Law said that you told him that you accepted thefact that you two were growing apart. What made you change your mind that fast?” I wanted to know.
“Dang ma. I changed my mind because this is Quay. You know the history that me and him have. We have known each other since we were little boys. He used to spend the night over here. At the time, yeah, I was serious about never speaking to him again, but we really did have a good conversation over the phone a few days ago. When we got into it, he was at a low point. They kicked him out of school, and his mama kicked him out the house too. Dealing with that and then having me preach to him was just bad timing. I can tell that he just want to get around me for the good vibes. All I need you to do is drop me off to the park for a couple of hours on Saturday, and then you can swing right back, and get me. Come on,” he bribed, reaching over, and he playfully put me in a headlock.
I was able to push my way out of the grip that he had me, and I stood in front of him, with my arms crossed, dissecting this entire thing.
I knew how much Quay meant to Creed. The two of them had a friendship since little boys, but they really were on two different paths. I told Creed a couple of years ago that I was getting to the point where I didn’t like him hanging with Quay. I only felt that way because I knew the wrongdoings that Quay was out here doing, and I didn’t want him to try and convince my son to be a part of that lifestyle. I knew that Sevyn, and I raised two boys that were headstrong, and not easily persuaded, but I still wasn’t so trusting of his friendship with Quay.
“I’ll drop you, but I’m going to stay in the area, so that when you’re ready, I won’t be too far out,” I let him know, and he smiled.
As if I was his dad, and not his mom, he stuck his hand out, so that he could slap it up with me, and I shook my head at him, and proceeded to do just that. He jumped down from the island,kissed my cheek, and let me know that he was going to hop on the game for a little bit, until I started fussing at him, telling him that he needed to call it a night.
I finished what I needed to finish in the closet, and then I stepped out. I had my phone in my hands, that was hanging on with a battery that was less than ten percent. I went to my side of the room, where my nightstand was, and the outlet that was next to it, I plugged my phone up. As I was doing that, the double doors to our bedroom opened. It was Sevyn walking in, and I could smell theDove’sbody wash on him to know that he showered downstairs in his mancave, and seeing that, I frowned.
“You took a shower without me? We were supposed to take a bath together, and celebrate being married again,” I whined, walking over to him.
“My bad, baby. Run the water. I’ll get in there with you,” he responded.
“You, okay?” I wanted to know.
“I’m good. Run the water, baby,” he said, tapping me on my ass, so that I could go into the bathroom.
I walked away, going over to our massive bathroom, and I went underneath the cabinets, looking for some bubble bath, some of the rose pedals that were in here, and candles. The second that I had the items in my hand, I heard…
“Oh shit. Ya, come in here,” Law yelled for me. I quickly sat the items down on the bathroom counter, and I rushed out of the bathroom, going in our bedroom, wanting to see what was going on.
Law was standing in front of the TV, with the remote in his hands, turning the volume up. The TV was on the news, which is where I left it, and my eyes paneled over there, so that I could see what was going on.
“We have breaking news tonight right out of Miami, where attorney Edward Sterling has just been taken into custody byfederal authorities. Sterling is known for his reputation in the legal community, serving as a long-time state attorney for nearly twenty years,” the news anchor started, and before she could finish, the video rolled over to the federal agents that were suited up, and they were leading Edward Sterling out of his office.
He was dressed sharp, in his suit, probably thinking that this day would never come. His colleagues could all be seen, standing in the building, and they couldn’t even hide the way their jaws were damn near to the floor, and some of them even had their hands over their mouths, very appalled.
“According to federal prosecutors, Sterling is currently facing multiple counts, which include conspiracy to commit murder, along with solicitation of murder for hire. During a thorough investigation, investigators claim that Sterling organized and paid for Attorney Sevyn Crawford, a well-known attorney here in Miami to be killed. There’s much evidence in the court documents, which reveal money transfers, along with phone records. If Sterling is convicted, Sterling faces up to life in prison on the conspiracy charge, along with an additional 10 to 20 years on the federal solicitation of murder to hire count,”the news anchor finished.
There was a belt on the bed that belonged to Law because before he’d gone down to his mancave earlier, he was pulling out what he was going to wear to work in the morning. He picked the belt up, and he swung it, as if he was beating somebody.
“Yeahhhhhh! Belt to motha fuckin ass! Straight belt to ass, baby!” he hollered out, and I was cracking up because he looked like a damn fool. The outburst that he was making caused our boys to rush into the room, wondering what the hell was going on.
“Pops, what you got going on?” Legend asked, and Creed was jumping in too, co- signing, wanting to know what was up with their dad.
