Page 39 of This Is Law 3

“Quay hit me. He want us to meet at the park Saturday afternoon. Get a lil work out in, run some drills. I asked pops, but he told me that he had to go into the office Saturday to handle some things, so now I’m asking you.

See, this is the reason why ya’ll gotta get us a car.

I know you hate when you gotta go out of your way to drop me, and Legend off places, and I hate having to ask because I never know what kind of mood you’re going to be in,” he said, and since I was standing close to him because I was putting a shirt on the hanger, I was able to pop him in his chest.

“You hate having to ask, yet you always seem to never miss a moment to ask. Also, don’t say that I hate going out of my way to drop you and Legend off somewhere because that’s not true.

I’m also not going out of my way because ya’ll are my children, and that’s what I’m supposed to do.

The only time that I complain about dropping you somewhere is when you ask me at the last minute.

I didn’t know that you, and Quay were back talking though.

I thought you told your dad that ya’ll had a falling out,” I replied, sitting the shirt down, and watching his every move because I wanted to pay attention to his body language, just to see if he was going to tell the truth or not.

“We did, but he hit me while we were in Jamaica. We hashed it out,” he said, and I looked at him for a few seconds, just taking in what he just revealed to me.

“Just like that? Your daddy told me that you told him that you two were going at it hard over the phone. He basically brought up the fact that you couldn’t relate to him, and how he didn’t like that you were preaching to him about doing better with his life.

Law said that you told him that you accepted the fact that you two were growing apart.

What made you change your mind that fast? ” I wanted to know.

“Dang ma. I changed my mind because this is Quay. You know the history that me and him have. We have known each other since we were little boys. He used to spend the night over here. At the time, yeah, I was serious about never speaking to him again, but we really did have a good conversation over the phone a few days ago. When we got into it, he was at a low point. They kicked him out of school, and his mama kicked him out the house too. Dealing with that and then having me preach to him was just bad timing. I can tell that he just want to get around me for the good vibes. All I need you to do is drop me off to the park for a couple of hours on Saturday, and then you can swing right back, and get me. Come on,” he bribed, reaching over, and he playfully put me in a headlock.

I was able to push my way out of the grip that he had me, and I stood in front of him, with my arms crossed, dissecting this entire thing.

I knew how much Quay meant to Creed. The two of them had a friendship since little boys, but they really were on two different paths.

I told Creed a couple of years ago that I was getting to the point where I didn’t like him hanging with Quay.

I only felt that way because I knew the wrongdoings that Quay was out here doing, and I didn’t want him to try and convince my son to be a part of that lifestyle.

I knew that Sevyn, and I raised two boys that were headstrong, and not easily persuaded, but I still wasn’t so trusting of his friendship with Quay.

“I’ll drop you, but I’m going to stay in the area, so that when you’re ready, I won’t be too far out,” I let him know, and he smiled.

As if I was his dad, and not his mom, he stuck his hand out, so that he could slap it up with me, and I shook my head at him, and proceeded to do just that.

He jumped down from the island, kissed my cheek, and let me know that he was going to hop on the game for a little bit, until I started fussing at him, telling him that he needed to call it a night.

I finished what I needed to finish in the closet, and then I stepped out.

I had my phone in my hands, that was hanging on with a battery that was less than ten percent.

I went to my side of the room, where my nightstand was, and the outlet that was next to it, I plugged my phone up.

As I was doing that, the double doors to our bedroom opened.

It was Sevyn walking in, and I could smell the Dove’s body wash on him to know that he showered downstairs in his mancave, and seeing that, I frowned.

“You took a shower without me? We were supposed to take a bath together, and celebrate being married again,” I whined, walking over to him.

“My bad, baby. Run the water. I’ll get in there with you,” he responded.

“You, okay?” I wanted to know.

“I’m good. Run the water, baby,” he said, tapping me on my ass, so that I could go into the bathroom.

I walked away, going over to our massive bathroom, and I went underneath the cabinets, looking for some bubble bath, some of the rose pedals that were in here, and candles. The second that I had the items in my hand, I heard…

“Oh shit. Ya, come in here,” Law yelled for me. I quickly sat the items down on the bathroom counter, and I rushed out of the bathroom, going in our bedroom, wanting to see what was going on.

Law was standing in front of the TV, with the remote in his hands, turning the volume up. The TV was on the news, which is where I left it, and my eyes paneled over there, so that I could see what was going on.

“ We have breaking news tonight right out of Miami, where attorney Edward Sterling has just been taken into custody by federal authorities. Sterling is known for his reputation in the legal community, serving as a long-time state attorney for nearly twenty years ,” the news anchor started, and before she could finish, the video rolled over to the federal agents that were suited up, and they were leading Edward Sterling out of his office.

He was dressed sharp, in his suit, probably thinking that this day would never come. His colleagues could all be seen, standing in the building, and they couldn’t even hide the way their jaws were damn near to the floor, and some of them even had their hands over their mouths, very appalled.

“ According to federal prosecutors, Sterling is currently facing multiple counts, which include conspiracy to commit murder, along with solicitation of murder for hire. During a thorough investigation, investigators claim that Sterling organized and paid for Attorney Sevyn Crawford, a well-known attorney here in Miami to be killed. There’s much evidence in the court documents, which reveal money transfers, along with phone records.

If Sterling is convicted, Sterling faces up to life in prison on the conspiracy charge, along with an additional 10 to 20 years on the federal solicitation of murder to hire count,” the news anchor finished.

There was a belt on the bed that belonged to Law because before he’d gone down to his mancave earlier, he was pulling out what he was going to wear to work in the morning. He picked the belt up, and he swung it, as if he was beating somebody.

“Yeahhhhhh! Belt to motha fuckin ass! Straight belt to ass, baby!” he hollered out, and I was cracking up because he looked like a damn fool. The outburst that he was making caused our boys to rush into the room, wondering what the hell was going on.

“Pops, what you got going on?” Legend asked, and Creed was jumping in too, co- signing, wanting to know what was up with their dad.

“This is motha fuckin reparations. I’m slick at what I do.

I could have killed that nigga, but I didn’t want to.

I wanted to play the game the way they play it.

Reparations, baby! I did this shit right here for every black man that’s ever been drugged into the courtroom, falsely accused of some shit that they didn’t do.

Cracka thought because his ancestors used to own us back in the day that people like him still ran the world.

He thought that he could frame my boy for some shit that he didn’t do.

My boy too handsome for prison. Baby, turn your head, and look at my motha fuckin kids please!

Look at my kids, baby, ” Law kept on going, and I laughed, shook my head, and sat at the ottoman.

I wasn’t going to even disturb him. I was going to let my man have his victory.

“Really thought that he was going to pay somebody off to kill me and get to walk these streets freely. I’m here to fuckin collect. I can’t wait to see that cracka mugshot. Ima put it as my profile picture on Instagram. Belt to ass, baby,” he swung the belt again.

By this point, the boys knew what was going on, but I still rewind the tv for them, so that they were able to see it for themselves.

Out of both Legend and Creed, it was Creed who was most excited about seeing Edward Sterling in handcuffs, being hauled off to the back of a police car.

Being able to stand here and witness the same man that sent you to jail, now be hauled off, had to be a feeling like none other.

The boys didn’t know anything about Sterling having something to do with us almost getting ran off the road that night.

We didn’t tell them. I just didn’t want them to bring those problems to school, probably try to get on Vivian, making the situation worse, so Law and I agreed that we would keep that from them.

They were both shocked, but happy nonetheless that Edward’s ass was getting ready to get the punishment that he deserved and be sent away to prison for a very long time.

The boys ended up leaving out of the room, closing the door behind them, which just left Law and I in the room together. I was still sitting down on the ottoman with my legs crossed, and the belt was still in his hands as he walked over to me.

“Damn, I was getting ready to wear that pussy out tonight anyways to celebrate our nuptials, but we can celebrate for them finally putting cuffs on that cracka, too,” he said, with his legs spread apart a little bit, looking down at me.

I reached my hand out, and I pulled him by the string of the bottoms that he was wearing, so that he could come closer, and that dick could be right in my face.

“I’m going to need you to put that belt down first, baby,” I responded, and he laughed, tossing the belt on the bed.

He reached down, putting both hands up under my arms, so that he could lift me up, and carry me off into the bathroom.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck, smiling big because I knew that I was about to get 10/10 dick in here tonight.

My man was happy, and in a good mood. Part of the reason why he was acting up the way he was by talking shit and swinging that belt is because I could smell the brown liquor on his breath to know that he had been downstairs in that mancave drinking.

The dick that he would dish out when he was on that brown was out of this world, so I couldn’t help but to smile, knowing what was in store for me.