Page 33 of This Is Law 2

The valet driver that was behind the valet podium remembered me from when I pulled up, so he was able to just reach behind him, and hand me the key.

I had cash on me, so I went in my wallet, pulling out two twenties, passing them along to him, paying for the service, along with tipping him.

Once I did that, I turned around to look down at Gina, and then I looked off into the distance where her girls were still standing, and I motioned with my finger for them to come and get her.

“You do me so wrong, Law. That bitch left you! I’m a good woman, but you won’t give me the time and the chance to prove that shit to you!” she screamed, causing a scene. Dutch was still standing here, so his ass was laughing, while shaking his head, getting a kick out of this shit.

“Chill out with that shit, man. You doing too much, and you about to bring the wrong kind of attention our way. Go with your girls,” I snapped on her, and at the same time, her girls were coming over, so that they could get her drunk ass.

“You like to pretend that what it was that we were doing was very minimum. I’m sure you over there lying to that bitch, and that’s why she took you back so easily. I’m about to get in her inbox right now and tell her everything. I swear to God Ima do it,” she threatened.

I nodded my head, and I walked towards her. Dutch stuck his hand out, telling me to chill, but I pushed him away, giving him a look, letting him know that I was cool, and I wasn’t going to do anything crazy.

I stood right in front of her, looking into her glossy eyes, which proved to me how drunk she was.

“You can’t tell her shit about us that she doesn’t already know!

Gina, I fucked you. She knows that. You carrying on like I was over there eating pussy, taking you on shopping sprees, and flying you out the country.

You was easy pussy for me, when I couldn’t get pussy from the woman that I had at home.

A nigga only going to do what you allow, and back then, you allowed me to get that pussy any time that I felt like it.

Stop acting bigger than the fuckin program.

I tried to spare you because you got your girls out here, but I can take it there with you if you want me to!

” I spat, hating that I even had to do this shit, but she was looking for a scene, so I was just playing along.

I knew she was hurt by my words from the way her face dropped. Her girls pulled her away, getting her from in front of me, and that was literally the best thing that they could have done.

“Come on, nigga. Let’s go to the bar and get a drink. You need another one,” Dutch said, hitting me on my arm.

“Which bar?” I asked him.

“Freddy’s,” he responded.

Freddy’s was a hole in the wall spot in the hood.

The owner’s name was Freddy, and Dutch went way back with him.

Freddy was a friend of my pops too, and when I got around him, he was another one that would always go down memory lane and tell me all kinds of past stories that he had with my dad.

I hadn’t been to Freddy’s in a little minute because the last time that I went there to have a drink, it was no longer a spot for the old heads.

Young niggas would be in there, having a drink, and it fucked up the vibe that I used to get when I went there, so I stopped going.

Dutch was right about me needing a drink, especially after the shit that just happened between me, and Gina, so I didn’t mind pulling up, sipping on something, and talking with Freddy for a lil minute.

“Alright. I’ll follow behind you,” I let him know.

I went over to my car, got in, started it up, and Dutch did the same.

He pulled out before me, and I pulled out right after him.

The whole time that I was driving, I had R&B music playing, snapping my fingers, and humming to the music that was playing.

All kinds of shit was swarming through my mind as I was driving.

I thought about the dinner that I just finished having with Dutch, and how it had gone better than I expected it.

I was a little nervous that after the shit that had gone down in my office, it would be hard for us to come back from that, but we meshed, and vibed with each other just like how we used to do in the past.

During the drive, I went to the group chat that I had with me, and my sons, and I texted them, just to see what they were up to.

Creed was the one to text back first, letting me know that he was on the game, and he wanted to know when I would be home, so that he could play the game with me.

Lil shit like that made me smile because I know that teenagers go through phases where they thought that they would be too cool to hang with their parents, but my sons thought the world of me and was always trying to do father/ son shit together.

Legend texted back too, letting me know that he was in his room, working on a project.

I assured my boys that I would be home in another hour or so, and then I tossed my phone in my lap.

About twenty minutes later, I was pulling up to the bar.

It was a little after eleven at night when we pulled up.

This spot was right in the middle of the hood.

There was a good number of cars that were parked in the parking lot.

I was pushing my Maybach tonight, and I didn’t want to park my whip right in the midst of all the other cars, so I found me some shit in the back, and Dutch did the same, since he was pushing his Rolls- Royce.

We both stepped out of our cars together, and there was a black Nissan Altima that we were getting ready to walk past. We could hear the music that was playing from the inside, and the headlights were flashing, letting us know that someone was inside.

The second we approached the car, the window rolled down.

Smoke from the weed that was being blown in the car filled the night air.

The music turned down, and both Dutch and I stopped at the same time, trying to see what the fuck was going on.

I squinted, seeing that there were two men that were sitting inside the car.

“You Law?” a dude from the passenger seat asked me. I’d never seen this dude before in my life.

“Man, I ain’t answering shit from this nigga.

Come on,” I said, tapping Dutch on his arm, so that we could walk away.

That’s when both the doors to the Nissan Altima opened.

Dutch and I stopped because the last thing we wanted was two men that we didn’t know getting out of their car and walking behind us.

“What the fuck ya’ll niggas want? I’m a trigger-happy kind of nigga. I’ll light this parking lot up like the 4 th of July,” Dutch spat, and I knew he would.

“We want to know if that’s Law, if so, we got a message for him.

They in the hood saying that you think you too good to help my lil nigga Reggie out.

He sitting down, looking at football numbers, and on some green shit, you walked away from the case.

You going to have to fix that, nigga,” I had no idea who this clown was.

“Ay, fuck you! I ain’t got to fix shit. Get the fuck back in that car, while you still standing on your two good legs,” I was calm.

Calm because I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I got out of my body, and beat the nigga’s ass with all the mouth, and the nigga that was standing right next to him.

He didn’t like the threat that I dished out.

He was quick with going for his waist, reaching for something, and I went for mine too, knowing that I was packing too, but Dutch was swift, reaching his hand out, moving me out of the way, and the Glock that he kept on him, he got it out faster than the dude that was standing in front of us, aimed it, and without so much as a warning, he sent out head shots to the dude that was talking all that shit, and his partner.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I kept saying.

“Get in the car and go!” Dutch ordered.

“Nigga, what the fuck you mean go?” I asked him.

“Law, get in the fuckin car, and go! I’ll handle this shit!” he ordered. I stood here stuck, hands over my head, looking from the two niggas that were stretched out on the pavement, and then turning my head, looking back at Dutch.

“My loyalty towards you should never have to be questioned again after tonight. I hope that after this shit, you can kill any doubts that you had of me killing Knox. I just killed for you. I did that shit without thinking twice! Go. Get. In. The. Fuckin. Car,” he demanded me.

This time, I walked away from that shit, got in my car, started it up, and I got the fuck out of dodge.

One night out with this nigga, turned into me witnessing two murders.

I wasn’t worried about the shit pointing back to me because I knew the kind of nigga that Dutch was.

He was going to get that shit cleaned up.

It happened at Freddy’s spot, so I knew that Freddy was going to assist in making sure that the cameras didn’t pick up anything.

That wasn’t the part that I was worried about.

A nigga that I still didn’t know if I could 100% trust just killed two men, and I was standing right there to witness the shit.

Whether I liked this shit or not, now me and Dutch were tied together by those two bodies that was left out there.

They could dispose of those bodies, clean the scene up, and make it look like nothing took place out there tonight, and all of that will go away, but the doubts, and the worries that I had about tonight would constantly be lingering, and that’s the part that was going to fuck with me.