Page 46 of This Is Law 3

Chapter Eighteen

AUTUMN GREENE

I was on tour right now. I had a show tonight in Texas, but I flew out to Miami this morning, so that I could pay my respect, and watch Kross be laid to rest. Social media is how I found out about his passing.

It had been broadcasted there, and that’s where I learned about the funeral services, so I made it my business to fly out, attend the funeral, along with going out to the gravesite, so that I could say my final goodbye’s, and I would be back on my way.

I did shed a few tears when I learned that Kross had passed away, even though I had already mentally prepared myself for this day. Dealing with death was always hard because you literally start to think back to the very beginning of meeting that person, and then how it ended.

I remember when I first met Kross in high school.

Because of the money that his dad had, Kross was always the flyest nigga at school.

He had the clothes, the shoes, and the jewelry.

He’d just always been a bad kid, and even though he had his dad, he lacked so much guidance.

He was one of those people that you knew would either one day end up dead, or in prison, serving a lifelong sentence.

I just really wished that he would have shocked the world, and got his shit together, so that he wouldn’t have to be in this fucked up situation.

I felt like a big part of me was taking this death as hard as I was because him, and I didn’t end on good terms. Then, there was this guilt that I lived with that wondered if this would have still been the outcome if I had just given him the money.

Wiping the last bit of tears from my eyes, as I stood in the back, and I could see from here where they were lowering his casket into the ground.

There were about forty to fifty people out here, and most of the people that were here were friends.

His mom was the only family that he really had.

My head had been down when someone walked past me, and they were dressed in all black.

Literally, from the top of their head, down to their shoes, it was all black.

You couldn’t even see their face because of the balaclava that the person was wearing.

There were even black gloves on their hands, so you couldn’t see the persons hands, either. I had no idea who that was.

The figure walked through the middle of the crowd, went right to the front, where Kross’s body was, and they looked down.

Out of nowhere, a gun was pulled out, and I swear the fire just kept ringing, and shot after shot, round after round could be heard.

Everyone took off, scattering away like roaches.

I was one of them to take off, thanking God that I’d changed into my flats when I pulled up to the cemetery.

I high tailed it to my car, and as I was running, whoever the hell that was shooting at the casket was still doing it.

It sounded like the 4 th of July out here, as I eventually made it to my car, pulled on the handle, and we were all damn near killing ourselves trying to get the hell out of dodge.

I drove quickly, going out of the cemetery.

It didn’t feel like I started breathing again until I was out.

I made it to the light, and my hand went over my chest, as I thought about what the hell just happened.

Do you know how fuckin crazy you must be to walk up to a casket, with family, and friends standing by, already grieving from losing their loved one, and you go up, and shoot the casket up like that?

I’m from Miami, so I’ve seen a lot of shit, but even this was different for me, and out of the norm.

I had no idea who the hell that person was, but obviously Kross dying wasn’t enough because they wanted to shoot his ass up again, even in his death.

Damn, I was wondering if it was Law that did that shit?

All this Miami beef going on with Dutch, and Law, I couldn’t help but to wonder if Law had done it.

We’ll more than likely never know. What I learned about Miami is that secrets here get buried so deep, and even if they ever came out, it wouldn’t be until years later.

I loved the city that I was from, and the good that I’ve done here, but these days, nothing kept me here, so once I was finished touring, I’d made up my mind that I wanted to move to Cali.

The love out there for me was ten times better than what I received here.

At first, family, and friends were keeping me here, but these days, it felt like whenever I got around family and friends, someone always had their hand out.

My relationship with my grandmother was pretty much the same.

I was still paying all her bills, and with that, of course, I wasn’t receiving a thank you message from her.

There were times when I wanted to just skip out on paying anything for the month because I knew that that would get her attention, but I just didn’t have it in me to do that to her.

There was this piece of me that felt like I owed her, since she was the one that raised me when my mom didn’t want to do it.

So, for sure Cali was going to be the move.

The only person that I really talked about it with was Yaya.

She was all for it. She supported me getting out of Miami, venturing off, and starting a new life out there.

I would still be one of her clients because Lord knows that I couldn’t navigate in this industry without her.

I had no idea what I was going to do when she went on maternity leave after having her babies, but I’m sure I was going to get through.

I was heading back to my spot that I had here, where I would wait for my driver, so that he could take me back to the airport, and I would just shoot back to Texas, so that I could prepare for my show tonight. I came to Miami to pay my respects to Kross, and I was out just like that.

Hopefully, if that shit was true what they say about it being another lifetime, he would get his and do it right this time. I could only hope so.