Page 19 of The Road to You
“I’ll let her explain all of that to you, son. It’s her story to tell.” Grant didn’t allow me to respond or ask questions before he said his goodbyes and hung up.
I stood there for a moment, frozen, before I walked back into my living room, where my brothers were. I heard them ask what was up. A sudden rage filled me before I felt myself flip the card table that we played dominoes on. Casper and Roxie, my brother’s dog, barked at my sudden outburst. “That bitch pressed charges on my girl. They picked her up at work.”
There was no need to tell them about the different name bullshit. I needed to understand what the fuck was going on before I told anyone else about it. They told me that they would stay at my house until I got back.
I got to the jail almost half an hour later. When I walked in, there was a chick at the front desk who, by the way she gazed at me, would risk it all to just smell my dick. “I’m here to post bail for Bruqlyn Sampson or to see when she goes to court if she hasn’t been.”
“Let me look that up for you.” She tapped on the keyboard. Her nose scrunched, and her forehead fell. “Are you sure that she’s here? We don’t have anyone in our system under that name.”
I almost forgot what Grant said about the different name. “Oh, my bad. Brooke Jones. Look under Brooke Jones.”
With a questioning glance, she nodded. After a few seconds of tapping on the keyboard, she glanced up. “Oh yeah, she’s here. Her bond court is in an hour. You can wait or come back after that to find out what happened. Based on the charge, your sister should have a low bond or a PR bond.” Her brow arched, waiting for confirmation of her sister bullshit.
My head tilted. “Where is bond court held at? I’ll go myself and find out what’s going on. What was my girl’s charge?”
She had me fucked up with the wait here bullshit. Anyone could go to a bond hearing. She caught her blank stare, but not fast enough for me not to see it. “Oh, I’m not sure if I can tell you her charges.”
See, I tried to be a respectful nigga, but these hos did too fucking much. With the business that I owned, I had to always be cognizant that white people cared about the shit I did, especially if it was negative. I couldn’t allow myself to be in the news for snapping a dumb bitch’s neck.
“Ho, are you dumb? Her charges, like the bond hearing, is for public consumption. You know what? Never mind, I’ll look it up on the web. Get dick off ya brain, and you might be better at this shit here,” I reprimanded.
I walked back to my SUV to look on the web to get the information that I needed. I used to know where the bond court was, but I hadn’t had a reason to go to it in over a decade. They moved the location since then. Once I found the location, I started my SUV to get there.
After a forty-five-minute wait, they brought in the people who were up for bond. Bruqlyn scanned the gallery. When she found me, she gave me an unsure smile. Yeah, she knew I was hot for more reasons than one.
After six other people, she went before the judge. Apparently, she broke Cece’s eye socket. Based on the nature of the violence, the judge gave her a two-thousand-dollar cash bond.I went straight to the cashier to post her bond. It took another hour and a half for them to release her.
“Bring your ass on, Brooke Jones,” I said when she stood in front of me. I stood from my seat in the waiting room after she stepped back. Ole girl at the desk had her eyes on us the entire time. I was already agitated with the situation, and she wasn’t helping. “So, you want to suck my dick or lick her pussy? I can’t tell with how you’re looking at me and my baby.”
Gasps were heard. The girl behind the desk jumped up. “Nigga, fuck you. Ain’t nobody thinking of you and your lil’ jailbird.”
“I was in jail for less than ten hours. Jailbird was really the insult that you went with?” Bruqlyn, Brooke, or whoever said. “It would have been better if you talked about my skin. I swear you bitches are lazy as hell.”
I grabbed her arm because I didn’t need her ass going back to jail because she attacked an employee. I let her arm go whenwe were close to my SUV. I was mad, but I still opened the door for her. Her little ass couldn’t even look at me.
We rode to my house in silence. When I was waiting for her to be released, I had my brothers get her van from the restaurant with the spare key that was in my house. I could tell she was relieved when she saw the van in my driveway. “Casper is with Roxie for the night.”
“Oh, okay. I know he likes being with his girlfriend,” she said with a little giggle. My brother enrolled Roxie into Casper’s day care, and their asses had been inseparable since. Thank God both were fixed.
Bruqlyn let me know that she wanted to shower before we talked. She said that shit as she walked her sexy ass down my hallway. Her ass knew I wanted to yoke her up.
She took longer than normal in the shower, which I expected. I let her know that there was food for her in the microwave. She jumped at the opportunity to prolong our conversation. I gave her about ten minutes to be one with her food before I broached the topic about the situation at hand.
“I think you’re full enough for our conversation. Who is Brooke Jones, Bruqlyn? Go ahead and give me all the details instead of forcing me to ask you question after question, love. I don’t think I have the patience for that.”
I was mad as hell and prayed she wasn’t on some scammer-type bullshit. That would be a hard blow for me. I really liked—nah, I was falling in love with the woman. On top of that, her pussy and mouth were superior. I couldn’t be with a scamming bitch, but my dick could fuck one.
She set her plate on the coffee table, then tucked her legs under herself. “Um, my name is Bruqlyn Carter Sampson like I told you. When I moved to Charlotte, after my mother died, I legally changed my name to Brooke Connie Jones to make itharder for my father to find me. He was abusive to me and my mother because he wanted to control us.”
My arms crossed over my chest as I processed what she told me. I tipped my head down slightly and widened my eyes to let her know she could continue. There had to be more to the story.
She huffed. “I guess I should tell you why he wanted to control us.” She rolled her eyes. I assumed it was to get the audacity out because she had me fucked up. “My father, Carter Sampson, owns textile mills across Mississippi. He employed a lot of undocumented workers in his plants.”
“Is that why he wanted to control y’all? The nigga didn’t want y’all to tell the police about his illegal hiring practices? That doesn’t seem like enough of a reason for you to change your name, Bruqlyn.” I guess my patience was a lot shorter than hearing the whole story.
Her pretty nose scrunched, and her jaw tightened. “I thought you said you didn’t want to ask questions. I’m getting there, Euri.” She reached back and pulled the blanket up to cover herself. “My father used the factory as a cover for his human trafficking business. My mother set up a plan for me to get away from it all, but I refused to leave her.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Not too long after she told me about the plan, she died in a car accident. When he started beating me more severely after she died, I knew I had to get out of there.”
