Page 46 of This Is Law 3
She sat up, staring at me, waiting to see how this was going to play out. I answered, putting the phone on speaker, so that we could both hear what this nigga had to say. Just in case it wasn’t him, I didn’t speak when I answered. I kept quiet, waiting to hear what the caller would say.
“Hello? Nigga, did you do that shit yet? It’s Saturday!” Dutch’s voice came on the other end of the phone.
“This not Quay nigga!” I spat, and after that, there was a long pause. I would have loved to be a fly on those jail walls so that I could see the look in that nigga’s eyes when he heard my voice.
“Where the fuck Quay at?” he barked, and I chuckled.
“Almost got sent to the same place I sent your son,” I was calm with my response.
“So, you did do that shit?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe it.
“Why you sound surprised nigga? You killed my pops in broad daylight. What the fuck did you think was going to happen to your loved one? Fuck you, and that nigga!” I roared.
“Keep this same energy. Law, you know me nigga. You know the kind of cold-blooded killer that I am?—”
“Nigga, I don’t know you! I don’t know shit about you! A fuckin fraud ass nigga raised me. You gotta be the dirtiest nigga that I ever met before in my life. Same man that you took from me was the same man you watched me break down over plenty times as a fuckin kid. You used to take me to my pops gravesite, having me talk to him, making promises to me that you were going to one day find out who did this shit, and the whole time it was your bitch ass! All them tears that I cried, bitch ass nigga you’re the reason I was crying in the first place, so fuck your motha fuckin son! You raised a pussy, just as yourself. All that money that you paying to Dominic not going to help you. Dominic don’t give a fuck about you, man. That nigga taking on two of the biggest RICO cases in Miami right now. All he caresabout is the popularity that that shit is bringing his way. They highlighting him on the news every day, and he eating that shit up. He knows that he isn’t going to help you out, and he knows that you ain’t ever coming home. Nigga eating good off that money that you paying him. I bet I make them niggas do you in while you in there. You raised me to have two sides. There’s Sevyn, the version that the world knows, and then there’s Law, which is my dark side. The side that got your son taken away from you, and soon, you going to be joining that nigga,” I was harsh with my words because I hated this nigga so much, and I couldn’t even hide it.
This nigga went to cracking up on the other end of the phone, and Soraya was mouthing for me to just hang the phone up, but I shook my head no, letting her know that I wasn’t hanging up shit, and I stood up from the bed.
“You want to hear the truth, nigga? I’ll give you some peace and drop that bomb on you. Damn right I killed your bitch ass daddy and I’ll do that shit again if I had to. Nigga thought that he was bigger than the program, and that he couldn’t be touched, so I showed him that he could. Touched that nigga right there where he laid his motha fuckin head, and I went thirty- five years of nobody knowing that it was me who did it. Talk about some gangsta ass shit! Took that nigga from his bitch, and I raised his motha fuckin son! I bet he ain’t been getting no kind of rest, knowing that I had you up under my care, raising you to be the man that you are today. Let me drop something else real heavy on you, motha fucka. I sent you to those private schools, with those high ass tuitions, and you supposed to be the best lawyer out in the game, right? You supposed to be a smarty pants, ain’t it? Law supposed to know it all, and ain’t shit supposed to fly up under you, right? You steady hollering about your bitch ass daddy, when that ain’t even the only person that I took from you, nigga!” he spat right back at me.
There was a mug on my face, as I looked over at Yaya, and her mouth was wide opened, as she listened to this shit. A million thoughts started swarming my mind, taking in all the shit that he was saying to me.
“I’m going to assume you did some shit to my grandma, right?” I tried to hide the hurt because I couldn’t let him hear that that shit shattered me. Again, I got that same obnoxious laugh from him that he just let out a few minutes ago.
“Bingo. All that digging that your grandma did, you would have thought that Knox was her son, instead of Solace being her daughter. She took on that mother-in-law role too serious. Crazy because when that shit happened, nobody thought it was me, but for some reason, she always did. Well, her, and Solace. I gotta give it to them bitches. They smart,” you could hear the sickness in this man’s voice.
He knew that he was at the very end of life, and that there wasn’t shit to look forward to, so this was him spazzing out, and that’s why he was freely telling me years of skeletons that he had buried. After this conversation, I felt like I would have the answers to all my questions, so I was going to keep asking them for as long as he was dishing out secrets.
“What about my mama? You did that shit to her too? Laced her with something?” I wanted to know.
“Nah man. I’m out here spilling all the beans, letting you know the truth. If I did something to Solace, you know I wouldn’t have any problem putting that on the table for your bitch ass. I didn’t have to do shit to your crazy ass mama. She fucked her own self up,” I believed him because he’d already showed his hand, along with the role that he played in taking my loved ones away from me, so there really wasn’t a reason for him to lie about if he’d done something to my mom.
“You a weird ass nigga. I think out of all the things that I can call you right now, it all just sums up to you being weird.You took family from me, and you sitting on this phone bragging about that shit like that’s something that deserves a trophy. This shit right here can’t be fixed, dawg. This the kind of shit that you gotta settle. Best believe I’m going to fuckin settle it. I settle shit for a living, so this will come easy to me. That cell that your sleeping in, enjoy that little bit of peace because I’m about to bring disruption to you. I’m about to make them niggas in there shake up your world. Payback for the tears that me and my mama had to shed. Count your days because I’m about to outnumber them,” was all that I had for him, and then I hung the phone up.
I tossed the phone down on the bed, and Soraya quickly got up from the bed, and she walked over to me. She stood right in front of me, wrapping her arms around my neck, looking me deep in my eyes.
“I’m sorry, Sevyn,” she announced, and I shook my head.
“It’s cool baby. Thirty- five years later, and I have peace, now that I have answers. It hurts like a motha fucka, but I have peace,” I assured her, right before I leaned my head down, and I kissed her on her forehead.
I had to find out when Kross’s funeral was. I needed to disrupt that nigga’s sleep a little bit and disrupt Dutch a little bit while he was locked up.
I’m my father’s son. I might not move weight like that nigga did, but I knew he lived in me. I had to get a little grimy, take myself out of that professional mode for a little bit and disrupt…. I had to disrupt.
Chapter Eighteen
AUTUMN GREENE
I was on tour right now. I had a show tonight in Texas, but I flew out to Miami this morning, so that I could pay my respect, and watch Kross be laid to rest. Social media is how I found out about his passing. It had been broadcasted there, and that’s where I learned about the funeral services, so I made it my business to fly out, attend the funeral, along with going out to the gravesite, so that I could say my final goodbye’s, and I would be back on my way.
I did shed a few tears when I learned that Kross had passed away, even though I had already mentally prepared myself for this day. Dealing with death was always hard because you literally start to think back to the very beginning of meeting that person, and then how it ended.
I remember when I first met Kross in high school. Because of the money that his dad had, Kross was always the flyest nigga at school. He had the clothes, the shoes, and the jewelry. He’d just always been a bad kid, and even though he had his dad, he lacked so much guidance. He was one of those people that you knew would either one day end up dead, or in prison, serving a lifelong sentence. I just really wished that he would have shocked the world, and got his shit together, so that he wouldn’thave to be in this fucked up situation. I felt like a big part of me was taking this death as hard as I was because him, and I didn’t end on good terms. Then, there was this guilt that I lived with that wondered if this would have still been the outcome if I had just given him the money.
Wiping the last bit of tears from my eyes, as I stood in the back, and I could see from here where they were lowering his casket into the ground. There were about forty to fifty people out here, and most of the people that were here were friends. His mom was the only family that he really had. My head had been down when someone walked past me, and they were dressed in all black. Literally, from the top of their head, down to their shoes, it was all black. You couldn’t even see their face because of the balaclava that the person was wearing. There were even black gloves on their hands, so you couldn’t see the persons hands, either. I had no idea who that was.
The figure walked through the middle of the crowd, went right to the front, where Kross’s body was, and they looked down. Out of nowhere, a gun was pulled out, and I swear the fire just kept ringing, and shot after shot, round after round could be heard. Everyone took off, scattering away like roaches. I was one of them to take off, thanking God that I’d changed into my flats when I pulled up to the cemetery. I high tailed it to my car, and as I was running, whoever the hell that was shooting at the casket was still doing it. It sounded like the 4thof July out here, as I eventually made it to my car, pulled on the handle, and we were all damn near killing ourselves trying to get the hell out of dodge.
