Page 23 of This Is Law 2

“I’m going to fly to D.R. Sunday morning with Shai so that we can see our dad.

His girlfriend called me earlier. She said that he got into it with some men at work, and they jumped him.

He’s walking around with bruises, and broken ribs, and he won’t take his ass to the hospital.

She called me, telling me this, and I called him to see how he was doing, and during us talking, he was struggling to breathe, and he started coughing up a storm.

She called an ambulance for him, and while she was doing that, his breathing got much better.

She’s supposed to call me back soon to let me know what’s going on.

His ass is so fuckin stubborn,” I shared with Law.

“Damn. What his ass did to get jumped at work though?” he asked me, and I shrugged my shoulders.

“I’m sure he was talking to somebody crazy. You know he doesn’t care what comes out of his mouth,” I told him, and he nodded his head, being able to agree with the things that I was saying.

“You gone be straight though? You need me to fly up there with ya’ll? We can drop the boys off to your mama,” he suggested.

“It’s okay. We can manage. We’re going to come right back,” I let him know.

Right after I said it, his work phone started ringing.

He had it sitting right on the arm of the couch.

He picked it up, and the name, ‘Alecia King’ flashed on his screen.

I smiled, seeing her name. I knew Alecia personally.

I met her a few years ago through Law. They were in the same business, owning their own law firms. She was well respected in Miami and well known too.

People affiliated her being a miracle worker in the court room, just as Law was.

I always said that I felt like she was the female version of Law.

I’ve seen how both got down in the courtroom, and they both had the same dominance, no bullshit, and will play dirty if they needed to kind of mentality.

It’s crazy because when people ask Law who it was that he looked up to in terms of law, he’ll always say that it was Alecia.

She was a few years older than him, so she’s been in law longer than him, so back when he was just starting out with being an attorney, I remember he would sit in on her cases and learn from her.

They had a great friendship. We were cool with her and her husband.

Back then, the four of us used to double date, but we haven’t done so in a while.

“Answer it, or you want me to hit her back?” he asked, trying to be mindful of our little lunch date that we were having.

“You can answer it. For her to be calling, I’m sure it must be important,” I let him know, and he nodded, answered the phone, and placed it on speaker.

“Big lil sis, what’s good?” he answered, with a smile on his face.

“Sevyn, what’s up? I thought you had the RICO case with Reggie. What’s going on?” she responded, getting right to the point.

In her background, you could hear the wind blowing, as if she was standing outside.

Hearing Reggie’s name and thinking about the conversation that I had with Law in the beginning of the week about the last meeting that he had with Reggie, and how it didn’t go well, and he ended up quitting, it put a bad taste in my mouth, suddenly, having me lose my appetite.

I hated what I knew was going to come with Law dropping that case.

So many people were going to be upset with him because all of Reggie’s fans were expecting Law to perform a miracle and get him out of this mess.

“I did have it. I had to drop that lil nigga in the beginning of the week. He the one that needed my help, but he started talking to me crazy, like the roles were reversed, and it was me that needed him. Imagine a nigga fighting a RICO case, and he got the nerve to be popping off at the mouth at me like that? I got too much shit on the line, you feel me? My name, my license, I’m putting all that shit on the line for somebody that can’t even trust me, let alone respect me.

They got too much shit on him, and his boys.

I was going to have to perform fuckin magic in that courtroom to get him off, but you know me, and you know I would have done it.

What happened though? Why you asking about that?

” Law asked her, sitting the sandwich down on the napkin, and he was tapped into this conversation, waiting for a reply from her.

“I’m leaving court. I had a big case this morning, and when I finally got hold of my phone, I saw that I had so many missed calls, voicemails, and text messages from his people.

I haven’t responded back to anything yet.

I called you first to see what was going on because I remember I saw on the news that you were taking on that case,” she replied.

“Ay, this me coming at you right now as a big brother. Don’t think that I’m coming at you right now as some hating ass nigga, and someone that has doubts because you know that another nigga or bitch not seeing you in the courtroom, and when it comes to defending a motha fucka, I know you gone get shit done.

I say all that to say, sit this shit out, and don’t take that case.

Alecia, it’s too many layers to that shit.

Literally, the same day that I committed to that case, three niggas pulled up on me, threatening me to do my job, and bring Reggie home.

I have the files on that case. It’s gang activity, it’s murders, it’s niggas in his troupe that were working with the feds, wearing wires.

That’s just the shit that’s in my possession right now.

Imagine the shit that I don’t know about yet.

That shit will haunt me if you take that case, and something happen to you.

On top of that, the feds want that nigga bad.

They trying to bury him, and his whole crew,” Law spoke to her, and she was quiet the entire time, listening to him.

“I hear you,” was all she said. I laughed lowly because I knew Alecia. She was hardheaded just like me. She didn’t like to hear what she couldn’t do. Even with everything that Law just said to her, I knew that she was still going to try and take a chance and take the case.

“You heard me, but is you feeling me, Alecia? I’m dead ass serious.

Ay, if you don’t listen to me, I got a nigga I can put on you.

If it’s any nigga in the world your hardheaded ass going to listen to, it’s Montana.

I’ll merge your husband on this fuckin phone right now, and make his ass tell you no!

” Law was serious. For him to even go this hard, that’s how I truly knew that he loved Alecia so much and really did look at her like a big sister because if he didn’t, he would have allowed her to get thrown into the fire.

“Okay, Sevyn, damn! Even if I wanted to take it, I literally couldn’t.

I have too much shit on my plate right now, as it is.

Sevyn, seriously though, let me ask you something.

This case with Reggie is big. Not only is he one of the biggest rappers out of Miami right now, but he’s one of the biggest rappers in the world.

So many people were ready to watch the way this case played out.

The streets, the blogs, his fans, everybody.

They were waiting on you to perform that miracle that you always do in the courtroom.

You not worried about the backlash that you going to get from dropping it?

” Alecia asked, calling out the same fear that I had.

Law liked to think that I was being dramatic, and looking too deep into things, but Alecia’s mind took off, and it went in the same direction as mine.

I shoved Law, so that he could see that she was coming from that same place that I was coming from earlier in the week when he brought this up to me.

“I hear you. Yaya worried about the same shit, but I’m good.

Alecia, I don’t want any parts of that circus.

I don’t gotta go through that, just to prove to the world that I’m that nigga, and I can take on any case, and dominate it.

They talked about Jesus, so who am I to think that they not going to talk about me?

The noise always quiets down eventually.

My reputation don’t mean shit if I gotta lose myself in the middle of this, trying to protect it,” he was cocky in his response, just like I expected him to be.

“You kill me with that cocky, arrogant shit. Where’s Soraya?” she asked, changing the tone of the conversation now.

“Girl, I’m right here. What’s up?” I responded.

“Ummm, I say this shit with love, I hope that ya’ll are in therapy. Together. As one. As a union,” Alecia said, and I laughed.

“Sevyn found us a therapist. We have our first session next week Friday,” I let her know.

“Good. For you to even be sitting there with him, that lets me know that after you two had your time apart, you both saw that there wasn’t shit out here for either one of you.

Right where ya’ll are right now is where ya’ll are supposed to be.

The love that you two have is the love that people go to God about in prayer, asking to have it.

Please get the shit right this time, and when ya’ll have another service to solidify your union, let’s not let my invitation get lost in the mail,” she was going in, just as I expected her to because I knew that her mouth didn’t come with a filter.

I took the phone from Sevyn, and I talked with her for about five more minutes. We eventually hung up, and I sat his phone down on the couch. I still didn’t have an appetite, so I just folded the wrapper, and was going to put what was left in the bag.

“Why didn’t you finish your food?” he asked me.

“I don’t know. I lost my appetite,” I explained, trying to get up, but he wrapped an arm around my waist, not letting me move.

“You worried about that shit with Reggie?” he asked me.

“No,” I lied quickly.