Page 38 of This Is Law 3

“It’s cool. It’s cool. Chill out. I got her,” Law barked at them, getting a hold of his mother’s arms, and he was able to slam her down in the rocking chair. You could see the hurt, and the rage in her eyes as she looked at her son.

“I told you…. I told youuuuu,” she broke down crying, and Law looked at her with tears in his eyes, and the second he blinked, they fell.

“Give him a minute. He knows how to handle her,” I said to the nurses that were in here because I knew that Sevyn wouldn’t want a crowd for this.

I could tell that they were a little hesitant, but they left out of the room. Solace wasn’t a threat. She didn’t have anything in here that she could use as a weapon, and if anyone could restraint her, and calm her ass down, it would be her son.

“I know, ma. I’m sorry, alright? I’m fuckin sorry. I didn’t know that nigga had it in him to do that shit,” Law’s voice broke as he said these things to his mom.

“You didn’t believe me because just like everyone else, you think that I’m fuckin crazy,” she hissed, angry, and just filled with so many different emotions.

Sevyn didn’t respond to her. He did keep a good grip on her arms, but he didn’t respond. I was shocked that this was happening, so I just stood here, with my hands to my side, not really knowing what to say, or do.

It was at least two more minutes of silence. Law was down on his knees in front of her, with his hands still gripping her arms.

“Who does he have left that’s living?” she whispered it, and the way that she asked it, I knew where she was going with that question.

“What you mean, ma?” Law quizzed tilting his head to the side a little bit, like he genuinely didn’t understand what she was asking him.

“You heard what the fuck I asked you! I said, WHO DOES HE HAVE LEFT THAT’S LIVING?” her voice rose during the last part of her question. There wasn’t a smile, smirk, or anything on her face when she asked that question. You could tell that she meant business with her question.

“He got a son. That nigga in the hospital right now though. He was shot. From what I know that nigga should be dead any day now. He hooked up to all kinds of machines that’s keeping him alive,” Law explained to her.

Solace had an emptiness in her eyes. It was as if she was so broken that in this moment, it was hard for her to feel.

For so many years, she had to live with the fact that her husband was gunned down, and now that she knew who was responsible for it, something in her changed. I didn’t even know this version of her.

“He took your father away from you. You better fuckin take something away from him too. Take his son! Where the fuck is Dutch?” her voice was so cold.

Dutch used to always say that Solace had a mouth on her, and she would curse a nigga or a bitch out from A to Z.

Seeing her in this mode right here, seeing how cold she could get, seeing the way that light switched, it’s almost like she’d transported back to that old version of herself that she used to be.

For years, I was under the impression that Law might have gotten a lot of his ways from his father.

That cutthroat, no bullshit mentality that he had, I always thought that that was traits from Knox, but seeing his mother, and seeing how she just ordered him, without even batting an eye, I knew now that these were traits that were inherited to him by both of his parents.

“He’s locked up. They hitting that nigga with a RICO charge. Come on, ma. You know fuckin well that if Dutch wasn’t locked up, I would have killed that nigga already. Me, and you both lost pops. That nigga killed my dad, and he raised me. If anybody want their get back, it’s me!” Law snapped.

“Well, fuckin handle it! If you don’t handle it, don’t come down here, and see about me anymore, and I mean that!

If you stand here, and you let the man that’s responsible for killing your dad sit freely, and breathe, your no son of mine, and Knox!

Your father would have stepped, so you better step too!

I don’t know what strings you must pull to get something to happen to his son while he’s in that hospital, but fuckin pull them!

I don’t know who you have to call down to that jail but call them!

My husband deserves justice, and to rest in peace!

Go! Do it! Get the fuck out my face and do it! ” she screamed at him.

Law nodded his head, and he stood up. As if this moment didn’t just happen, she reached over on the bed, picked the picture up of her, and Knox, and she just stared at it, rocking back and forth, like she had been doing when we walked in the room.

Law tried to ask her something, but it’s like she’d morphed into a version of herself that we didn’t know because she didn’t want to speak to him.

A part of me really didn’t know if it was a good idea that Law just put this on her.

I felt like she had peace with it, but then again, she didn’t.

Lowkey, I was afraid with what would happen to her mental state next, but I would only pray for a positive outcome.

Solace had completely shut down, and no longer wanted to talk, so Law walked over to her, bent down, so he could hug her, and he kissed her on her forehead.

I went over to her as well, hugged her, and then I let her go.

I stayed in the room with her, while Law went to grab the boys.

It’s almost like she was in a world of her own because she never acknowledged my presence.

She was so focused on the picture that was in front of her.

The boys made it to the room, hugged, and kissed their grandmother, and then we left out.

Before leaving the facility though, Law went over, and he spoke with a couple of her nurses, telling them to keep a close eye on her for the rest of the day, and if she had an episode, for them to call him, and he would come back out here to calm her down if he had to.

A part of me felt bad because it was me that convinced Law to come out here this afternoon to see his mom.

Because I could sense that he was a little sad today at the courthouse, knowing that he didn’t have any of his bloodline there to support him, I felt like it would have been a good idea for us to go down, and visit his mom.

The day started off perfect, but I felt like this had shifted the mood, and I felt bad, which is why when we got back in the car, I turned my body in my seat, looking out of the window, letting out a sigh.

“Ay, come here,” Law said to me the second he got in the car. He had his hand on my hip, pulling me to him. I turned my body, so that I could face him.

“Because I know how you get down, I know you about to try to blame her episode on yourself because you suggested that we come down here, and I’m here to tell you not to do that shit.

The way she just acted don’t have shit to do with you.

I’ve seen her get down like that before.

She gets in those moods where she starts missing my pops, and she start wilding.

Don’t even start putting the blame on you.

You didn’t cause that,” he let me know, and then kissed my forehead aggressively. I knew that he was upset.

I just nodded my head, and then I slumped down in my seat a little bit.

“Sevyn, I was a little scared for you. I thought she was going to beat your ass,” I joked, just to make light of the situation.

“Mannnn, I would have swung her little ass across the fuckin room,” he joked right back, making me laugh. The boys heard him from the back, so they started laughing.

“They always used to say that my mama wasn’t a punk. I saw that shit with my own eyes just now. She colder than a motha fucka, ain’t it?” he asked me, and all I could do was nod my head, agreeing with him.

“You going to do what she told you to do?” I spoke in code because I didn’t want the boys to know what we were talking about.

“That lady looked me in my eyes and told me that I better not bring my black ass back to that facility to see her until I handled it. Fuckin right Ima handle it,” was his response, and I wasn’t shocked with it in the least bit.

Hours later

8:35 p.m.

Law was downstairs in his mancave, locked up in there.

He’s been in there for about two hours now.

The fact that he was locked away like this, just let me know that he was coming up with ideas on how he would handle what his mom told him to.

I wasn’t going to bother him, so I was upstairs in my closet, putting clothes up on the hanger because I was finishing with laundry.

My phone was in here with me, sitting on the island, and I had music playing softly. We’d all had dinner, and the second that I was finished with what I was doing, I was going to shower, do a quick skin routine, and take my ass to bed because I had to be up early in the morning for work.

I could hear footsteps making their way into my walk- in closet, and I looked up to see that it was Creed walking in.

He came in shirtless, Ralph Lauren pajama bottoms on, with house shoes, and his do- rag on his head.

From the look on his face, I could tell that he was prepared to beg for something.

I knew my kids, and I knew when they were up to something.

“Ma, what you doing Saturday afternoon?” he asked me, getting right to the point. I knew it was something. It was always something with him.

“I’m not doing anything, so don’t give me anything to do,” I sassed, putting the cheetah print blouse on the hanging rack with the rest of my work blouses. He laughed, and he sat up on the island, with his eyes glued on me.