Page 48 of This Is Law 3

I only said that shit to her to be petty.

I no longer gave a fuck about that shit that she did with him.

I had a wife again, that was cooking up two beautiful babies for me, so I wish I would give a fuck about that bullshit ass kiss that they shared.

I was reminded every day that that was my pussy, how much she loved me, and how she didn’t see any other nigga but me.

I was in my feelings like a motha fucka at first, feeling like my entire chest had caved in, but I was cool now, and wasn’t worried about it.

“Hang up on you. Not in the mood,” she replied, about to press the button, and hang up on me.

“I’m fuckin with you. What you doing tonight? You got plans? Can I take you out on a date?” I asked, trying to be romantic. She was fighting like hell not to smile, but she ended up doing so anyways.

“I’m married. My husband don’t let me go on dates with other men,” that shit made me smile.

“Damn. You listen to everything that nigga tell you?” I was playing this game right along with her.

“I do. He’s crazy. He’ll kill me, and you.

I don’t know how true it is, but there saying last weekend he went to a homegoing service, and he shot up a dead body.

Of course, I listen to him,” I chuckled even louder at that shit because I knew that was her way of still going out her way to find out of it was me that did that shit to Kross.

Word traveled fast with that, and when it did, I was around her.

All she did was turn her head to look at me, asking me if I did that shit, and I looked her in her eyes, and straight up lied.

I won’t tell the truth to nobody, even though my wife knew me well enough to know that it was indeed me that had gone down there to that cemetery and disrespected the dead.

“Oh, hell nah. Let me leave that crazy ass nigga alone then,” I said, and she smiled.

“Bye Sevyn. I’m about to head into a meeting. I’ll let you take me out on a date tonight. When I grab the boys from school, I’ll take them to my mom’s house. Can you behave yourself for the duration of the day, please?” she asked.

“I always behave myself, baby,” I replied.

“Yeah, okay. Tell me anything. I love you,” she announced.

“I love you, more. You, and my babies,” I assured her.

She blew me kisses and then hung the phone up.

I tossed the phone back down on the table, and I got back to work.

I wanted to be out of here at a decent time because the plan was to pull up on my mom this evening before I made it back home.

I just promised Yaya a date, and I knew that she was going to hold me to it, so I had to use my time wisely.

My mom told me that I couldn’t go back to the facility to see her until I handled what I was supposed to handle. I already had Kross taken care of, and Dutch should be taking his final breaths in the next couple of days. I was going to make sure of that.

4:51 p.m.

I approached my mom’s room, and the door was already opened.

I walked inside, and I found her, sitting up in her rocking chair, and she was knitting, while paying attention to the small, flat screen TV that was hanging up on the wall.

She felt my presence, so she turned her head, and looked over at me.

There wasn’t a smile in sight. That afternoon when I came to visit her, and she was doing yoga, and her hair and nails were freshly done, I’ll never forget that smile that she gave to me that day.

In all the years that I’ve been coming down here to see her; she’s never smiled that bright before when she saw me.

I was hoping that she would look at me like that again today, but she was mugging me.

I laughed while going over to her, and I leaned over, so that I could hug her, and kiss her on her forehead.

Like she didn’t want me touching her, she reached her arms out, pushing me out the way.

“You always try to act so tough. You know damn well you want me to hug you,” I talked shit, pulling the chair out that was backed against the wall, and I put it right on the side of her, so that we could sit down, and chill together for a little bit.

She didn’t pay my presence any attention because the blanket that she was knitting took up all her attention.

“Who you making that blanket for?” I asked. There was one pink blanket that was sitting down on her bed, that was folded and was already finished. The one that she was working on still had a little ways left to go.

“My granddaughters,” she responded. I smiled when she revealed that.

She didn’t forget about the twins that were on the way but hearing her say that it was girls made me happy because we still didn’t know the genders yet.

It made me wonder if she knew something that we didn’t know.

I loved being a boy dad, but I wanted me some little girls.

Yaya wanted daughters too. I really think that her crybaby ass would throw a whole fuckin fit if she found out that she was carrying twin boys all over again.

I couldn’t blame her if she did though. Being the only woman in the house wasn’t easy.

Every time we wanted to have movie night, her ass was always outvoted.

Nobody ever wanted to watch the shit that she wanted.

Me, and the boys ate like cavemen, so she spent a lot of time in the kitchen.

She would lose her shit if she had two more boys that had big appetites like me, Creed, and Legend.

“How you know it’s girls?” I asked her.

“I can feel it,” she was short with her response.

I sat here, trying to get all kinds of conversation out of her, but she would either straight up ignore me, or her responses were quick, and answering them in a tone like I was aggravating her.

“Did you do what I told you to do?” she asked thirty minutes later.

“I handled his son. Just got to handle Dutch,” I responded.

“I told you not to come back here until it was handled. Go. Come back when he’s dead,” she spat, and I could see the seriousness all over her face.

I chuckled, and I stood up, about to get the fuck out anyways because she was in a fucked up mood this evening, and I endured a whole hour of this. I went over to her, hugged and kissed her, just as I’d done when I got here, and she tightened up her body, and pushed my ass away.

“You so fuckin mean, man. I love you,” I let her know, and she just waved me off.

Shaking my head, I walked out of the room, said my goodbyes to the staff that I saw out in the hallways, and I made my way back to my truck.

I started the truck up, and I pulled my phone out, doing some quick research, trying to find Dominic’s number.

He had a business, so it was easy to get a hold of him.

I sat here and called this nigga’s business phone back-to-back as if I was his bitch, and after the tenth call, he eventually answered for me.

“This is Dominic,” he answered.

“What’s up, nigga?” I responded back. I heard him suck his teeth, as if he was aggravated.

“Ay man, I had a long day. Don’t call my phone with no bullshit right now!” he snapped on me.

“Nigga fuck you, and the long day that you had. What you thought was going to happen when you got on TV trying to throw shade? You had to know that you were going to be expecting a phone call from me. For the record, I was never scared of taking on that case. I’m sure you studied me long enough to know that I’ve never ran from any kind of smoke in the courtroom.

I left that nigga where the fuck he stood because he started talking to me crazy, doubting if I could pull through for him, and treating me like I was one of his runners.

I don’t care how much money is on the line; I’ll never sell my soul and let a little nigga like Reggie talk to me crazy.

You got on TV boasting, after just getting your ass handed to you in court.

You ain’t do shit that was beneficial towards that man,” I got on his ass.

“Man, none of you niggas would have done a better job. You had the case long before I did, so you knew the kind of shit that I was up against, and all the evidence that they had of Reggie. I did what the fuck I could with what I was given. This not what this is about though. You still got pent up energy because I almost fucked your wife. You found out about that shit, your chest went to hurting, and they had to call a whole ambulance to get your ass off that floor, nigga,” he spat, and then he started laughing like it was funny, and I laughed right along with him because it actually was funny.

“If you had the kind of wife at home that I do, and you had to find out from her that she almost gave your pussy away, motha fucka, your chest would have been hurting too. You didn’t even get a chance to smell the shit, so I don’t expect you to feel where I’m coming from right now.

She only gave you a teaser. By the way, I didn’t pass out from hearing that news.

It was something heavier, and deeper than that.

I just called you to tell you to stop with all the subliminal messages, and the shade.

I’m a different kind of nigga when I’m not in office.

I’ll pull up to your firm, and put hands on you, my boy.

I don’t play when it comes to my respect, and I’m damn sure not going to sit around, and let a nigga like you put out false narratives on why I decided to drop that Reggie case.

If you want to continue to keep your two legs, and walk in the courtroom, and get your ass handed to you in court the way that you’ve been doing for years now, please keep my name out of your mouth.

I’d hate to make an example out of you,” I was calm in what I was saying to him because I knew everything that I was saying to him was facts.

“Whatever nigga,” was all he had left for me, and then he hung the phone up.

I tossed my phone in my cupholder, and I headed home.

I was handling these niggas left and right.

I’ve never went at it with this many people in one year in my entire life.

I was cleaning up all messes, checking whoever the fuck I needed to, and laying hands on whoever because by the time my babies arrived, I wasn’t trying to have any kind of ongoing beef.

I wanted a peaceful life by the time my babies arrived on scene.

I got Kross out the way. Beat the fuck out of Quay, so I knew I didn’t have to worry about his ass anymore.

Edward Sterling was still locked up, denied a bond, and waiting to have his time in court.

Just checked Dominic, so I knew I didn’t have to worry about his ass anymore, either.

Last nigga that was left was Dutch. After that, everything in my life should calm down, and I didn’t have to worry about these bitch ass niggas anymore.