Page 7 of This Is Law 3
“Remember that night when you went out to dinner with Dutch? It was the same night that you two met up to hash things out. I was out of town visiting my dad, but when I came back, remember I kept telling you that you were acting a little funny? Something about your vibe was off. After I kept questioning you about it, that’s when you finally confessed to me what happened after you and Dutch left dinner, and you two went to Freddy’s. Sevyn, what’s the odds that the same night that you went out to the bar with Freddy’s, a spot where you even said that you haven’t been there in a while, just so happens to be the same night that two random dudes are in the car, waiting for you to question you about Reggie? Even when you told that story to me, I kept saying that it sounded weird. From what I know about Freddy’s, that’s not really a spot for young people. Lately, a good handful of them might be in there, but not on the weekends though. All these other strip clubs in Miami out here for them to go to, so why would they choose Freddy’s? Remember, it was Dutch that requested you two to go there. It wasn’t even like ya’ll were down the street from Freddy’s, either. You were comingfrom STK, and it was so many other bars that ya’ll had to pass to get to Freddy’s. Where I’m going with this is I feel like that shit was a set up from Dutch. I wouldn’t be surprised if he called those dudes to come out, chastise you, and even though he didn’t tell them that the plan was to kill them, I’m sure that was in his plan all along. Just in case for whatever reason his secret about killing your dad ever got out, he’ll have you in his back pocket because you witnessed him catch two murders,” Yaya said some real shit to me that I didn’t even think about.
When she said that, I took my hands off her waist, and I put then behind my head, folding them, while looking down at her.
I swear, till this day, I question that night. Out of all the places in the world those niggas could have been that night, they chose to spend their free time, camped out in a parking lot at Freddy’s. It wasn’t until Yaya broke that shit down to me the way that she did, that her version made fuckin sense. I thought about the comment that Dutch made to me that night, telling me how he caught two bodies for me, so I shouldn’t have to ever question his loyalty again. It was never about loyalty. That nigga did that shit for leverage. Dutch wasn’t some goofy nigga. He was a street dude, that knew every trick in the book, so he knew to get me right there on the scene, making me his accomplice, having me see everything, so if I ever decide to turn on that nigga, he had me right there in his back pocket like Yaya said. Even I had to pat that nigga on his back because he knew what he was doing.
“Hmm,” was all that I could say in response to that. She was right on point with her theory.
“Quit your job, and work for me. I like the way you think. I been telling you that for years,” I voiced, and she playfully rolled her eyes at me, and then rolled off me, so that she could lay on her side.
“Sevyn, please! I would need strong medication to put up with you all day, every day. Plus, that’s not my gift. That’s yours,”she said, reaching over, and she pulled out a throw blanket that was in a basket on the side of the couch.
She wrapped it around her body, and I picked her feet up, putting them in my lap, and I examined her pinky toe on her left foot, seeing that she had it wrapped up with a bandage. I brought that same foot closer to my lips, and I kissed all five of her toes, but I put extra kisses on her pinky, since that was the one that had gotten bruised.
As I was doing that, her eyes were low, as if she was fighting the urge to fall asleep. Before she drifted off, I wanted to issue her a few apologies. I was out of my body tonight, talking to her crazy, spazzing out, and I didn’t want her to think that I thought poorly of her because I didn’t. I had a lot of love for Soraya, and I thought highly of her. I needed her to know these things before she drifted off.
“I know you didn’t fuck that nigga,” I blurted out, looking over at her. It’s almost like she knew that it was more that I had to say because she didn’t respond. She kept her eyes on me, as if she was waiting to hear more.
“I don’t like the shit at all because you know that I’m possessive as a motha fucka towards anything that I love. When it comes to you, and my kids, I be ready to kill anything, or anyone standing. Back when we were married, I did my fair share of dirty shit at the end. Instead of fuckin hoes, I should have been putting in more time and energy with fixing our shit. I’m aware of the fact that every action has a reaction. I can’t expect to be out here dipping in, and out of bitches, and you wasn’t going to want to get some get back. Soraya, I can’t even cap, you hurt my fuckin chest with that confession. I’m surprised that that wasn’t the news that made me pass out. It felt like somebody had stomped on my chest and twisted that shit all around. I swear I won’t ever fuck around on you again. I don’twant to ever feel that shit again,” I finished, and when I did, she laughed.
“Contrary to what you may think, this doesn’t make me feel good to know that I hurt you. Now, a year ago, I would have been thrilled to know that I succeeded in hurting your chest in the same manner that you hurt mine, but I don’t feel that way anymore. I’m too busy focusing on us,” she told me, and I believed her.
I threw my head back into the couch, closing my eyes for a second.
“Did you say something to him? That’s the last thing that I’m going to ask about that situation. I’ll drop it after this,” she wanted to know.
“You know I pulled that nigga to the side and questioned him. At first, he was trying to play tough, telling me that he didn’t want to get in the middle of what me, and you had going on. When I didn’t leave him with much of a choice, that’s when he started talking. His story sounded exactly like the story you told me. Keep it real with me. Why didn’t you let him fuck?” I genuinely wanted to know. She lifted her foot up, and kicked me with it, but she didn’t do it with a lot of pressure.
“Law, no. We going to be arguing again,” she whined, eyes just as low as they wanted to be.
“I swear we not. I just want to know,” I pried.
“I don’t know. Reality just kicked in, I guess. You set the bar high when it comes to sex. It’s been times you’ve made me cum in less than one minute. You know my body like the back of your hand. The bar that you set is to the fuckin ceiling, and something just told me that it wouldn’t be worth it. You probably don’t care to hear this, but can you imagine I would have let him hit, and he didn’t even get me to cum? The body wouldn’t have been worth catching. There was this small piece of me that wanted to go through with it because I wanted you to see what that shit feelslike. Law, even now, there’s times when I’m lying next to you, or we could be having sex, and I’ll think about the other hoes that you messed around with. I need you to know that that shit isn’t a good feeling. Then, I know at least two of the hoes that you fucked. I’ve seen them in passing, and it doesn’t feel good to be around women, and they know what the dick that I take every night feels like. The same way you want me untouchable, I want you the same way,” she said some real shit to me that I couldn’t help but to agree with.
“I’ll never take the shit lightly again that I did to you. That ain’t fair to you for me to even put you in a position to have to stand in a room with other bitches, and they know what the dick you take look, and feel like. Damn baby. I’m sorry,” I said, pulling her by her arm, so that she could come my way. I put her back in my lap, so that she could lay on me. She put her head on my chest, but she looked up at me.
“You owe me more apologies, Law. You were mean as hell to me tonight. Then, you had the nerve to accuse me of being pregnant with someone else’s baby,” she was about to run this shit into the fuckin ground, but I didn’t blame her because I had been tripping tonight for sure.
All the apologies that I knew she deserved, I ended up giving them to her. She was eating that shit up too, sitting here with a goofy ass smile on her face, listening to the things that I was saying to her.
I had so much pressure built up from the night that I just had, and a nut or two would have been lovely, but she ended up dosing off right in my lap. I let her lie on me for about five minutes, and then I lifted her up, carrying her with just one arm, walking out of the room with her. I took the stairs up to the main level of the house, and then I took the other set of stairs up, so that we could go to the bedroom.
I pulled her side of the covers back on the bed, laid her down, and then I went over to my side, pulling the covers back, and I got in.
While it was easy for Soraya to just close her eyes, and fall asleep, I didn’t have that much luck. I stayed up, with my back posted against the headboard, thinking about all the shit that I was up against. All the shit that I needed to handle before the child that Soraya was carrying made their grand appearance. I wanted her to have a smooth, stress-free pregnancy. The issues that I had, I didn’t want her to feel that shit. Whatever problems were on the line, I wanted to be able to tackle them and not let it drag out.
Chapter Three
DUTCH THORNE
It was after eight in the morning, and I was at the hospital with my son. There still wasn’t any progress from Kross, and truth be told, by keeping him here, I wasn’t doing anything but running up a bill. I say that because yesterday, the doctor had to have a tough conversation with me, saying some shit to me that I had been fearing since I was here.
The bullets that torn through Kross’s body had done way too much damage. The sound of these machines going off in his hospital room, that were getting on my fuckin nerves was the only thing that was keeping him alive right now. His body didn’t have any movement. Every day that I was in here, I would squeeze his hand, say things to him, in hopes that I would get some kind of response from him, but I didn’t get anything.
The thought of pulling the plug on my son sounded fucked up. I didn’t want to be the one to make that decision. I didn’t want to have to live with that kind of heavy choice. Because I didn’t want to have to make that choice, I ended up reaching out to my baby mama, Noelle. Noelle and Kross didn’t have much of a relationship, and I couldn’t fault her because Kross was wild, and reckless, and he was known for disrespecting his mother.
Noelle washed her hands with him years ago, and she’d told him that when he learned respect, that’s when they could work on their relationship, but until then, she didn’t want anything to do with him. Because she really wasn’t active like that in his life, she didn’t know about the shooting. After having that tough talk with the doctor, I hit her around midnight, telling her what was going on with Kross, and what the doctors were saying. I honestly was surprised when she told me that she would be on the first flight here this morning to see him. She texted me about an hour ago, telling me that her plane had landed, so she should be walking in here any minute. Even with her not being in the picture like that, this was our son that we’d created together, so if there was going to be conversations about pulling the plug, I wanted us to have that talk and make that decision together.
With my head down, looking down at my shoes, I heard a light knock on the door, followed by the door being pushed open. I had security posted outside of my son’s room, so I knew that just anyone wouldn’t be able to barge in here. I’d already told the security that when Noelle came for him to just let her inside. I still didn’t know who was responsible for shooting Kross, so I just wanted to make safe choices.
