Page 45 of This Is Law 3

I could use his services, so I asked him to help me out with that shit at the hospital with Kross because I knew he had family that was in the medical field.

Two of his daughters were nurses at the same hospital that Kross had been at.

His daughters were good girls, never really getting into any kind of trouble, but they had strong loyalty towards their dad, so when he asked them for a favor, they didn’t mind looking out for him.

I didn’t want too many people knowing what the plan was, so even when Freddy went to them, he made sure that he didn’t tell them much.

Kept it short and bland, just letting them know that he needed their assistance with getting some supplies for us.

His daughters were the ones that helped us get our hands on the IV bags, and everything else that we needed to pull this shit off.

Crazy because I was fully prepared to get my get back and go in the room to do that shit myself, but Freddy wouldn’t allow me to do it.

That nigga was the one to suit up, pose as a doctor, walk in Kross room like it was nothing, and he handled his business in three minutes tops.

I did join him at the hospital because certain shit I liked to see with my own two eyes.

I’ll never forget that look that Noelle gave me when she saw me at the end of the hallway.

I wasn’t scared that she saw me. Shit, I wanted her to see me.

I wanted her to go back and tell Dutch that it was me that did that shit.

I wanted him to know that his reach wasn’t as far as he thought it was anymore.

I wanted him to know that everything he took from me, I was going to go out of my way to take from him.

Crazy because I wanted Dutch to sit that lengthy, lifelong prison sentence out that they were going to give him, so that the rest of his days were slow, and miserable, but my mama wanted him dead, so I was working on getting that done next.

That would be easy. Easier than what we had to do for Kross.

We had to play motha fuckin doctor and shit just to get in his room and kill that nigga.

Soraya ended up rolling her body off me, and she scooted over a little bit, so that she could turn the lamp off on her side of the room.

She came back over, so that she could rest her head on my chest. She had it where her head was facing me, so I leaned down, and I placed kisses on her cheeks, and lips.

She lifted her hand up, so that she could play in my beard, and five minutes into this, a phone started vibrating on my nightstand.

It was Quay’s phone. I smiled big because all night, I had been hoping that it would ring.

I’m sure that Dutch would be checking in, wanting to see if the job was done.

I reached over, grabbed the phone, and once I got hold of it, I saw that it was an unknown number calling.

“This gotta be him,” I said to Soraya, picking the remote up for the TV so that I could mute it.

She sat up, staring at me, waiting to see how this was going to play out. I answered, putting the phone on speaker, so that we could both hear what this nigga had to say. Just in case it wasn’t him, I didn’t speak when I answered. I kept quiet, waiting to hear what the caller would say.

“Hello? Nigga, did you do that shit yet? It’s Saturday!” Dutch’s voice came on the other end of the phone.

“This not Quay nigga!” I spat, and after that, there was a long pause. I would have loved to be a fly on those jail walls so that I could see the look in that nigga’s eyes when he heard my voice.

“Where the fuck Quay at?” he barked, and I chuckled.

“Almost got sent to the same place I sent your son,” I was calm with my response.

“So, you did do that shit?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Why you sound surprised nigga? You killed my pops in broad daylight. What the fuck did you think was going to happen to your loved one? Fuck you, and that nigga!” I roared.

“Keep this same energy. Law, you know me nigga. You know the kind of cold-blooded killer that I am?—”

“Nigga, I don’t know you! I don’t know shit about you!

A fuckin fraud ass nigga raised me. You gotta be the dirtiest nigga that I ever met before in my life.

Same man that you took from me was the same man you watched me break down over plenty times as a fuckin kid.

You used to take me to my pops gravesite, having me talk to him, making promises to me that you were going to one day find out who did this shit, and the whole time it was your bitch ass!

All them tears that I cried, bitch ass nigga you’re the reason I was crying in the first place, so fuck your motha fuckin son!

You raised a pussy, just as yourself. All that money that you paying to Dominic not going to help you.

Dominic don’t give a fuck about you, man.

That nigga taking on two of the biggest RICO cases in Miami right now.

All he cares about is the popularity that that shit is bringing his way.

They highlighting him on the news every day, and he eating that shit up.

He knows that he isn’t going to help you out, and he knows that you ain’t ever coming home.

Nigga eating good off that money that you paying him.

I bet I make them niggas do you in while you in there.

You raised me to have two sides. There’s Sevyn, the version that the world knows, and then there’s Law, which is my dark side.

The side that got your son taken away from you, and soon, you going to be joining that nigga,” I was harsh with my words because I hated this nigga so much, and I couldn’t even hide it.

This nigga went to cracking up on the other end of the phone, and Soraya was mouthing for me to just hang the phone up, but I shook my head no, letting her know that I wasn’t hanging up shit, and I stood up from the bed.

“You want to hear the truth, nigga? I’ll give you some peace and drop that bomb on you.

Damn right I killed your bitch ass daddy and I’ll do that shit again if I had to.

Nigga thought that he was bigger than the program, and that he couldn’t be touched, so I showed him that he could.

Touched that nigga right there where he laid his motha fuckin head, and I went thirty- five years of nobody knowing that it was me who did it.

Talk about some gangsta ass shit! Took that nigga from his bitch, and I raised his motha fuckin son!

I bet he ain’t been getting no kind of rest, knowing that I had you up under my care, raising you to be the man that you are today.

Let me drop something else real heavy on you, motha fucka.

I sent you to those private schools, with those high ass tuitions, and you supposed to be the best lawyer out in the game, right?

You supposed to be a smarty pants, ain’t it?

Law supposed to know it all, and ain’t shit supposed to fly up under you, right?

You steady hollering about your bitch ass daddy, when that ain’t even the only person that I took from you, nigga! ” he spat right back at me.

There was a mug on my face, as I looked over at Yaya, and her mouth was wide opened, as she listened to this shit. A million thoughts started swarming my mind, taking in all the shit that he was saying to me.

“I’m going to assume you did some shit to my grandma, right?” I tried to hide the hurt because I couldn’t let him hear that that shit shattered me. Again, I got that same obnoxious laugh from him that he just let out a few minutes ago.

“Bingo. All that digging that your grandma did, you would have thought that Knox was her son, instead of Solace being her daughter. She took on that mother-in-law role too serious. Crazy because when that shit happened, nobody thought it was me, but for some reason, she always did. Well, her, and Solace. I gotta give it to them bitches. They smart,” you could hear the sickness in this man’s voice.

He knew that he was at the very end of life, and that there wasn’t shit to look forward to, so this was him spazzing out, and that’s why he was freely telling me years of skeletons that he had buried.

After this conversation, I felt like I would have the answers to all my questions, so I was going to keep asking them for as long as he was dishing out secrets.

“What about my mama? You did that shit to her too? Laced her with something?” I wanted to know.

“Nah man. I’m out here spilling all the beans, letting you know the truth.

If I did something to Solace, you know I wouldn’t have any problem putting that on the table for your bitch ass.

I didn’t have to do shit to your crazy ass mama.

She fucked her own self up,” I believed him because he’d already showed his hand, along with the role that he played in taking my loved ones away from me, so there really wasn’t a reason for him to lie about if he’d done something to my mom.

“You a weird ass nigga. I think out of all the things that I can call you right now, it all just sums up to you being weird. You took family from me, and you sitting on this phone bragging about that shit like that’s something that deserves a trophy.

This shit right here can’t be fixed, dawg.

This the kind of shit that you gotta settle.

Best believe I’m going to fuckin settle it.

I settle shit for a living, so this will come easy to me.

That cell that your sleeping in, enjoy that little bit of peace because I’m about to bring disruption to you.

I’m about to make them niggas in there shake up your world.

Payback for the tears that me and my mama had to shed.

Count your days because I’m about to outnumber them,” was all that I had for him, and then I hung the phone up.

I tossed the phone down on the bed, and Soraya quickly got up from the bed, and she walked over to me. She stood right in front of me, wrapping her arms around my neck, looking me deep in my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Sevyn,” she announced, and I shook my head.

“It’s cool baby. Thirty- five years later, and I have peace, now that I have answers. It hurts like a motha fucka, but I have peace,” I assured her, right before I leaned my head down, and I kissed her on her forehead.

I had to find out when Kross’s funeral was. I needed to disrupt that nigga’s sleep a little bit and disrupt Dutch a little bit while he was locked up.

I’m my father’s son. I might not move weight like that nigga did, but I knew he lived in me. I had to get a little grimy, take myself out of that professional mode for a little bit and disrupt…. I had to disrupt.