Page 7 of This Is Law 3

I swear, till this day, I question that night.

Out of all the places in the world those niggas could have been that night, they chose to spend their free time, camped out in a parking lot at Freddy’s.

It wasn’t until Yaya broke that shit down to me the way that she did, that her version made fuckin sense.

I thought about the comment that Dutch made to me that night, telling me how he caught two bodies for me, so I shouldn’t have to ever question his loyalty again.

It was never about loyalty. That nigga did that shit for leverage.

Dutch wasn’t some goofy nigga. He was a street dude, that knew every trick in the book, so he knew to get me right there on the scene, making me his accomplice, having me see everything, so if I ever decide to turn on that nigga, he had me right there in his back pocket like Yaya said.

Even I had to pat that nigga on his back because he knew what he was doing.

“Hmm,” was all that I could say in response to that. She was right on point with her theory.

“Quit your job, and work for me. I like the way you think. I been telling you that for years,” I voiced, and she playfully rolled her eyes at me, and then rolled off me, so that she could lay on her side.

“Sevyn, please! I would need strong medication to put up with you all day, every day. Plus, that’s not my gift. That’s yours,” she said, reaching over, and she pulled out a throw blanket that was in a basket on the side of the couch.

She wrapped it around her body, and I picked her feet up, putting them in my lap, and I examined her pinky toe on her left foot, seeing that she had it wrapped up with a bandage.

I brought that same foot closer to my lips, and I kissed all five of her toes, but I put extra kisses on her pinky, since that was the one that had gotten bruised.

As I was doing that, her eyes were low, as if she was fighting the urge to fall asleep.

Before she drifted off, I wanted to issue her a few apologies.

I was out of my body tonight, talking to her crazy, spazzing out, and I didn’t want her to think that I thought poorly of her because I didn’t.

I had a lot of love for Soraya, and I thought highly of her.

I needed her to know these things before she drifted off.

“I know you didn’t fuck that nigga,” I blurted out, looking over at her. It’s almost like she knew that it was more that I had to say because she didn’t respond. She kept her eyes on me, as if she was waiting to hear more.

“I don’t like the shit at all because you know that I’m possessive as a motha fucka towards anything that I love.

When it comes to you, and my kids, I be ready to kill anything, or anyone standing.

Back when we were married, I did my fair share of dirty shit at the end.

Instead of fuckin hoes, I should have been putting in more time and energy with fixing our shit.

I’m aware of the fact that every action has a reaction.

I can’t expect to be out here dipping in, and out of bitches, and you wasn’t going to want to get some get back.

Soraya, I can’t even cap, you hurt my fuckin chest with that confession.

I’m surprised that that wasn’t the news that made me pass out.

It felt like somebody had stomped on my chest and twisted that shit all around.

I swear I won’t ever fuck around on you again.

I don’t want to ever feel that shit again,” I finished, and when I did, she laughed.

“Contrary to what you may think, this doesn’t make me feel good to know that I hurt you.

Now, a year ago, I would have been thrilled to know that I succeeded in hurting your chest in the same manner that you hurt mine, but I don’t feel that way anymore.

I’m too busy focusing on us,” she told me, and I believed her.

I threw my head back into the couch, closing my eyes for a second.

“Did you say something to him? That’s the last thing that I’m going to ask about that situation. I’ll drop it after this,” she wanted to know.

“You know I pulled that nigga to the side and questioned him. At first, he was trying to play tough, telling me that he didn’t want to get in the middle of what me, and you had going on.

When I didn’t leave him with much of a choice, that’s when he started talking.

His story sounded exactly like the story you told me.

Keep it real with me. Why didn’t you let him fuck?

” I genuinely wanted to know. She lifted her foot up, and kicked me with it, but she didn’t do it with a lot of pressure.

“Law, no. We going to be arguing again,” she whined, eyes just as low as they wanted to be.

“I swear we not. I just want to know,” I pried.

“I don’t know. Reality just kicked in, I guess.

You set the bar high when it comes to sex.

It’s been times you’ve made me cum in less than one minute.

You know my body like the back of your hand.

The bar that you set is to the fuckin ceiling, and something just told me that it wouldn’t be worth it.

You probably don’t care to hear this, but can you imagine I would have let him hit, and he didn’t even get me to cum?

The body wouldn’t have been worth catching.

There was this small piece of me that wanted to go through with it because I wanted you to see what that shit feels like.

Law, even now, there’s times when I’m lying next to you, or we could be having sex, and I’ll think about the other hoes that you messed around with.

I need you to know that that shit isn’t a good feeling.

Then, I know at least two of the hoes that you fucked.

I’ve seen them in passing, and it doesn’t feel good to be around women, and they know what the dick that I take every night feels like.

The same way you want me untouchable, I want you the same way,” she said some real shit to me that I couldn’t help but to agree with.

“I’ll never take the shit lightly again that I did to you.

That ain’t fair to you for me to even put you in a position to have to stand in a room with other bitches, and they know what the dick you take look, and feel like.

Damn baby. I’m sorry,” I said, pulling her by her arm, so that she could come my way.

I put her back in my lap, so that she could lay on me.

She put her head on my chest, but she looked up at me.

“You owe me more apologies, Law. You were mean as hell to me tonight. Then, you had the nerve to accuse me of being pregnant with someone else’s baby,” she was about to run this shit into the fuckin ground, but I didn’t blame her because I had been tripping tonight for sure.

All the apologies that I knew she deserved, I ended up giving them to her. She was eating that shit up too, sitting here with a goofy ass smile on her face, listening to the things that I was saying to her.

I had so much pressure built up from the night that I just had, and a nut or two would have been lovely, but she ended up dosing off right in my lap.

I let her lie on me for about five minutes, and then I lifted her up, carrying her with just one arm, walking out of the room with her.

I took the stairs up to the main level of the house, and then I took the other set of stairs up, so that we could go to the bedroom.

I pulled her side of the covers back on the bed, laid her down, and then I went over to my side, pulling the covers back, and I got in.

While it was easy for Soraya to just close her eyes, and fall asleep, I didn’t have that much luck.

I stayed up, with my back posted against the headboard, thinking about all the shit that I was up against. All the shit that I needed to handle before the child that Soraya was carrying made their grand appearance.

I wanted her to have a smooth, stress-free pregnancy.

The issues that I had, I didn’t want her to feel that shit.

Whatever problems were on the line, I wanted to be able to tackle them and not let it drag out.