Page 57 of This Is Law 2

It was to the point that you could hear the fear.

I said before that I wasn’t a good liar.

My body language, and the switch of my voice would always tell on me.

My leg started bouncing uncontrollably. I couldn’t stop it, even if I tried.

Law had been smiling, but when he saw my body language, his smile quickly faded, and it switched to a mug.

Law wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t green, either.

He was a lawyer. He knew when something looked fishy.

He pulled on his beard, and then turned his head to look at Dominic, then turned back around to look at me. He did that at least three times.

“Nah. Nah. Nah,” he kept saying it.

“Why don’t you want me to go over there and speak?” he asked it before he made assumptions. I sat here, shaking, and scared.

“Nothing. You going to get mad at me,” my voice cracked, but I didn’t cry. When I said that, he laughed an angry laugh, while shaking his head.

“You fucked that nigga?” his voice roared, but he kept it down a little bit, stepping to me, as he stood, and I sat.

“No,” was all I said.

“You fuckin lying! You fucked that nigga, Soraya? Oh hell no. Hell no. Ay, come outside,” he said, reaching his hand out, grabbing onto mine.

Like everything was good with us, I grabbed my clutch, and I followed him outside.

There was a nice view out here, that overlooked the outside area.

The party was inside, so that’s where everyone was.

It was just Law and I out here, and he took us over to a secluded area, just in case anyone came out here, and they wouldn’t be able to see us.

“I didn’t fuck him. I swear to God,” I started covering my ass the second we made it off to the side of the building. He looked like he wanted to grab my ass up and slap the shit out of me.

“You did something because what the fuck is you crying for? What the fuck you did with that nigga?” he roared.

“We almost had sex?—”

“Man, get the fuck out of here with that bullshit! I been fuckin you since you were thirteen, Soraya. When your pussy get wet, you go in. Me, and you ain’t ever almost have sex.

We always fuckin did it! What the fuck you mean you almost had sex with him?

I’ll turn this motha fuckin party out, so tell me some shit that sound believable before I make this shit a nightmare for you, yo!

” he was pissed, just like I knew he would.

“Sevyn, on my kids, I didn’t fuck him. I swear. I wouldn’t lie about that,” I was hard down crying, like I was getting my ass beat.

“So, what the fuck you did then? You sucked his dick? Oh, hell nah. That’s what you did? Man, what the fuck!” he was damn near in tears.

“We kissed. He took my clothes off. We were going to have sex, but we didn’t. I got scared and stopped. Sevyn, that’s the truth. I swear. That’s the only thing that happened,” I wailed.

When I said that to him, he put his hand over his chest. You know when a woman says that she was going to make a nigga’s chest hurt?

That’s what I just did here, and ugh, I hated that for me.

Back when I did it, the plan was to make Law’s chest hurt, but now, my feelings were different, and I didn’t want that.

He looked appalled by my words. Like he was going to pass out at any moment.

“Sevyn, I?—”

“Ay, get the fuck from around me!” he barked. His words sent me into rage.

“Get the fuck from around you? Sevyn, fuck you! All them hoes you fucked! I didn’t even fuck him!

Unlike you, I had a conscious. I couldn’t do it.

You went on a fuckin spree, taking down bitches that I would see out in public.

Even though I didn’t do anything serious with him, we gotta call it even now.

You did worst shit, Sevyn! Don’t do this shit to me by making me out to be the bad guy, when you did shit too!

” I screamed. His hands were over his head, as he looked at me.

Something clicked, and that’s when he nodded.

“You spoke to that nigga recently, yes or no? Don’t say shit but yes or no,” his voice was calm.

“What’s your definition of recently though?” I asked.

“Use the motha fuckin brain that you got, and don’t act stupid! You know what recently means!” he snapped.

“He called me when I was in D.R.,” I was honest, and that’s when he laughed.

“And that’s when you got on me heavy about saying something to Edward because you kept talking about this feeling that you had that he was doing something.

Let me guess, Dominic gave you the heads up, right?

You been acting weird for weeks. Dragging your feet, acting like you didn’t want to come out here to the ball with me because you knew the nigga was going to be here.

Damn. Well, I guess I gotta salute you for not letting me go over there and shake that nigga hand.

I guess you did look out for me in some kind of way,” he was being petty.

“At the end of the day, we didn’t fuck. You went all out with them hoes. We’re even,” I said, picking my hands up, so that I could wipe my face.

“Yeah, aight,” he said, and tried to walk off, but I grabbed his arm.

“Remember when the therapist talked about you going on one side, and I go on the other side? Yeah, let me go on the other side before I nut up,” he angrily said, shaking his arm out of my grasp, and then he walked away from me.

I was hard down crying when I saw him turn the corner, and leave.

Seconds later, the door opened back up, and I thought that it would be him coming back out to get me, but it was Alecia coming out.

She frantically looked around, as if she was looking for me, and when she found me, she quickly came over, and she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me, while I broke down crying.

“I… told… him,” I could hardly get it out because I was going through it so bad.

I didn’t know where this was going to leave, me and Law. This nigga did shit to me too in our marriage. Shit that I hated, but I forgave him for it. Law had pride, and he had ego, and I really didn’t know how we were going to move on from the shit that I did, even if I didn’t have sex with Dominic.

Right when we were at a good place, he practically moved back in, and we were working on things getting back to how it used to be when we were happy…this shit happens. Oh yeah, these cries were coming from the depths of my soul.