Page 48 of This Is Law 3
“Ay man, don’t ask me nothing about if I would have done anything differently. I did my part. I did exactly what I was supposed to do for my client, so respect me as such! Every attorney in Miami was afraid of taking this case! Every single last one of them! Even ya’ll favorite attorney that ya’ll like to brag on because he doesn’t lose cases was too scary to finish the case off, and that’s how I got it in the first place. He ran from it, so I took it. Say what you want about me, but I fought tooth, and nail for my client,” he spat, and I laughed at this nigga trying to be petty.
I swear, I be in my own little world, raising my kids, spoiling the fuck out of my wife, preparing for my twins to get here, and niggas went out of their way to constantly fuck with me. He couldn’t think that he was going to make that petty ass statement on national tv, and I wasn’t going to respond back to it. He had to know that I was going to have to hit him up and get in his chest about that statement. Niggas were on a spree with trying me, and it never worked out in their favor because a nigga like me was always the one to get the last laugh.
My phone started vibrating on the table, and it was Soraya calling me on Facetime. Something told me that she was in her office, probably watching this shit too, and that’s why she was hitting me. I answered the phone for her, propping the phone up on the table, and her beautiful face appeared on the screen.
“Sevyn, just leave it alone, please. Everything doesn’t deserve a response,” was the first thing that she said to me, and I just laughed because I knew her ass so well. I knew this was the reason she was calling me.
“Ima just respond to the nigga a little bit,” I said, and she rolled her eyes at me.
“Why you got that nigga on your screen anyways? Let me find out you miss him or something,” I fucked with her, just wanting to see her riled up.
I only said that shit to her to be petty. I no longer gave a fuck about that shit that she did with him. I had a wife again, that was cooking up two beautiful babies for me, so I wish I would give a fuck about that bullshit ass kiss that they shared. I was reminded every day that that was my pussy, how much she loved me, and how she didn’t see any other nigga but me. I was in my feelings like a motha fucka at first, feeling like my entire chest had caved in, but I was cool now, and wasn’t worried about it.
“Hang up on you. Not in the mood,” she replied, about to press the button, and hang up on me.
“I’m fuckin with you. What you doing tonight? You got plans? Can I take you out on a date?” I asked, trying to be romantic. She was fighting like hell not to smile, but she ended up doing so anyways.
“I’m married. My husband don’t let me go on dates with other men,” that shit made me smile.
“Damn. You listen to everything that nigga tell you?” I was playing this game right along with her.
“I do. He’s crazy. He’ll kill me, and you. I don’t know how true it is, but there saying last weekend he went to a homegoing service, and he shot up a dead body. Of course, I listen to him,” I chuckled even louder at that shit because I knew that was her way of still going out her way to find out of it was me that did that shit to Kross.
Word traveled fast with that, and when it did, I was around her. All she did was turn her head to look at me, asking me if I did that shit, and I looked her in her eyes, and straight up lied. I won’t tell the truth to nobody, even though my wife knew mewell enough to know that it was indeed me that had gone down there to that cemetery and disrespected the dead.
“Oh, hell nah. Let me leave that crazy ass nigga alone then,” I said, and she smiled.
“Bye Sevyn. I’m about to head into a meeting. I’ll let you take me out on a date tonight. When I grab the boys from school, I’ll take them to my mom’s house. Can you behave yourself for the duration of the day, please?” she asked.
“I always behave myself, baby,” I replied.
“Yeah, okay. Tell me anything. I love you,” she announced.
“I love you, more. You, and my babies,” I assured her.
She blew me kisses and then hung the phone up. I tossed the phone back down on the table, and I got back to work. I wanted to be out of here at a decent time because the plan was to pull up on my mom this evening before I made it back home. I just promised Yaya a date, and I knew that she was going to hold me to it, so I had to use my time wisely.
My mom told me that I couldn’t go back to the facility to see her until I handled what I was supposed to handle. I already had Kross taken care of, and Dutch should be taking his final breaths in the next couple of days. I was going to make sure of that.
4:51 p.m.
I approached my mom’s room, and the door was already opened. I walked inside, and I found her, sitting up in her rocking chair, and she was knitting, while paying attention to the small, flat screen TV that was hanging up on the wall. She felt my presence, so she turned her head, and looked over at me. There wasn’t a smile in sight. That afternoon when I came to visit her, and she was doing yoga, and her hair and nails were freshly done, I’ll never forget that smile that she gave to me that day.
In all the years that I’ve been coming down here to see her; she’s never smiled that bright before when she saw me. I was hoping that she would look at me like that again today, but shewas mugging me. I laughed while going over to her, and I leaned over, so that I could hug her, and kiss her on her forehead. Like she didn’t want me touching her, she reached her arms out, pushing me out the way.
“You always try to act so tough. You know damn well you want me to hug you,” I talked shit, pulling the chair out that was backed against the wall, and I put it right on the side of her, so that we could sit down, and chill together for a little bit.
She didn’t pay my presence any attention because the blanket that she was knitting took up all her attention.
“Who you making that blanket for?” I asked. There was one pink blanket that was sitting down on her bed, that was folded and was already finished. The one that she was working on still had a little ways left to go.
“My granddaughters,” she responded. I smiled when she revealed that.
She didn’t forget about the twins that were on the way but hearing her say that it was girls made me happy because we still didn’t know the genders yet. It made me wonder if she knew something that we didn’t know. I loved being a boy dad, but I wanted me some little girls. Yaya wanted daughters too. I really think that her crybaby ass would throw a whole fuckin fit if she found out that she was carrying twin boys all over again. I couldn’t blame her if she did though. Being the only woman in the house wasn’t easy. Every time we wanted to have movie night, her ass was always outvoted. Nobody ever wanted to watch the shit that she wanted. Me, and the boys ate like cavemen, so she spent a lot of time in the kitchen. She would lose her shit if she had two more boys that had big appetites like me, Creed, and Legend.
“How you know it’s girls?” I asked her.
“I can feel it,” she was short with her response.
