Page 47 of This Is Law 2

“Oh, and Ace, Ima devote the last minute to you, nigga. Unlike you, I’m not going to use my freewill to sit here and talk about another grown man for an hour straight.

All I got is a minute for you. I want you to go on my business page right now, and see me with all the black boys, and black men that I’ve helped get off over the years.

Nigga, I’ve taken cases that other attorneys wouldn’t because they were too afraid of doing it.

All I want out of this life is to see another black man win!

Then, you trying to speak on the money, and my retainer.

Motha fucka, am I supposed to be putting in all this time, work, energy, and lack of sleep for free?

Every lawyer has a retainer, homie. Then, you say that you don’t like me because I’m cocky.

Why every time a black man believes in himself, we gotta be looked at as cocky?

Nigga, I know my worth. There’s a difference!

Then, you speaking on my mortgage? Nigga, what mortgage?

The house that Yaya, and my kids lay their heads at, that home was paid in cash.

You speaking on car notes. What car notes?

All my cars have titles. Yaya’s too because I never gave her a car that needed to be financed.

I don’t charge what I charge or hustle the way that I hustle because I’m chasing behind money, or I got bills to pay.

I’m hustling for my sons, and other black boys to look at me, and see me, and they’ll have something to look up to, hoe ass nigga! ” I cleared his ass.

“Say whatever you want to say about me, but don’t ever fix your lips to say that I’m not for the culture, when I stand in courtrooms every day, fighting for black men in a system where the only thing they want to do is throw the book at them.

Nigga, I am the culture. When kids around the world enter law school, I’m the blueprint.

The professors put Sevyn Law Crawford and my cases into their syllabus.

Students study me, they mock my style in court, wanting to be just like me.

Black boys coming up, look at me, and they see that selling drugs isn’t their only way out.

I fight in court, make my money legally, so that I can go home to my kids at night.

That’s the black culture that my black ass represents, nigga!

” and that was all that I had for him, so I ended the live video.

The second the live ended, I shut the car off, and when I stepped out, both my boys ran outside, and they started slapping hands with me.

“Hell yeah! You the man, pops! That’s exactly how you clear a nigga!” Creed was hype, hands on my shoulders, shaking me, happy to see the way that I handled my business. Legend was right there too, hitting me on my chest, doing me how I would do him whenever I was proud of him.

“I’m proud of you, pops. You demanded your respect. Just like how you always tell us,” Legend hyped me up too.

I thanked my boys, and then I followed them in the house.

Yaya and I were still doing this mock trial of me living here.

The boys were all in our business, wanting to know if we were getting back together, and we told them the truth, letting them know that we were working on it.

They even knew she was pregnant. Creed was with her the day that she was throwing up, so he was on her ass, wanting to know.

We told them, and they were excited about being big brothers again.

I loved being home. The simple shit I missed.

I missed those late nights/ early mornings when I could slide into the middle of my pussy.

I missed having a home cooked meal for breakfast, and dinner.

I missed my lunch being packed. I missed being able to just walk down the hallway, and chill with my boys.

I loved the shit that we were doing, and I prayed that it stayed this way.

I walked in the house, going in the kitchen, where I could smell dinner being prepared.

Yaya was standing in front of the sink, washing the dishes, and I could see that the light for the oven was on, meaning something was inside, and there were pots on three of the stove eyes.

she looked up from the dishes, gave me a small smile, and got back to working.

I could tell she was tired. I saw it in her eyes.

I sat my briefcase, and phone down, and I walked behind her, pulling her shirt up that she was wearing, rubbing her flat stomach, and I leaned my head into the crook of her neck, placing kisses. The boys were not too far away, in the dining room, finishing up homework.

“What you cooked, baby?” I asked.

“Baked chicken, macaroni, cabbage, and yellow rice. The cornbread is still cooking. By the time you shower, it’ll be ready,” she responded, turning her head around, so that she could peck me on the lips.

I slid her my tongue though, so that she could catch it, and she softly sucked on it, tongue kissed me for about ten seconds, and then she pulled away, so that she could finish washing the dishes.

“You watched the live video?” I asked her.

“The boys were in here with me when you were doing it. I’m stressed out, Sevyn,” was her response, and I laughed.

“I ain’t going to speak on it no more after this. I just wanted to clear my name,” I said, and she just nodded her head.

“You called the designer today for your dress? I want you to be the finest shit in the room for the ball,” I said.

I had an email for a while about the annual attorney ball that was coming up in a few weeks.

I just didn’t know if I was going to attend it this year.

Now that me and Yaya were in a good space, I didn’t mind us going, stepping out together.

When she’s gone with me before in the past, she would always get her gowns custom made, so I wanted her to do the same thing this year.

“Oh no. I’ll call him tomorrow. I was busy today, baby,” she said. I nodded, kissed her cheek, and told her that I would be back down after my shower.

I don’t know if I was thinking too much into it, but she was acting like she didn’t want to attend the ball with me this year.

Even when I told her about it the other day, she started questioning me who was going to be there, which was something that she’d never done before.

Also, any other time, she would have hit the designer up about her dress, just to make sure that it was going to be done in time.

At first, I was thinking that she was hesitant to step out with me because she knew it was a big event that was going to have cameras, and shit in our face, so I thought that maybe she was worried about the shit people were going to talk about us being back together, but that couldn’t be the case because they’ve been talking about us for months.

Lately, she’s also been questioning me about Edward’s Sterling’s ass, feeling like he might be up to something.

Her ass was paranoid like a motha fucka.

It had to be the pregnancy. These days, I was blaming everything on the pregnancy.