Page 9 of This Is Law 3

Chapter Four

SEVYN ‘LAW’ CRAWFORD

I was heading down the stairs, briefcase in my hand, with a big ass smile on my face because I was in a messy mood today. I had a few tricks up my sleeve today, and I was going to shit on a couple of people and make today the worst day of their lives.

The first person who was on my shit list this morning was Dutch.

Imagine my surprise when I got a call from the jail yesterday evening, and the operator asked me if I wanted to accept the charges for ‘Dutch Thorne’.

When I heard his name, I just assumed that the nigga had been at the hospital, where his son was, showing his ass, probably getting disrespectful with the nurses and shit, and in turn, they locked him up for some petty shit.

As angry as I was with this nigga, now that I knew that he was responsible for killing my pops, all I could think about was Yaya’s voice in my head, telling me to play the game with him, and for me not to expose my hand, so I accepted the call, and when this nigga got on the other end of the phone, telling me what his charges were, all I could think to myself was how God didn’t play when it came to me!

I knew that I wanted Dutch dead, but death just seemed too easy for a nigga like him.

A lifelong prison sentence sounded more fitting for the punishment that he deserved.

That nigga was damn near on the phone with me in tears, telling me how this was the first call that they were allowing him to make, and how he needed me to come to the jail today, so that we could discuss his charges.

I made that nigga think that everything was cool, and I pretended to be so distraught that he was in this fucked up situation, when I wanted to be on the other end of the phone laughing at his goofy ass.

In this briefcase, I had all kinds of shit that I was going to put on the table for him today.

I’d already looked up his charges online, and this must have been the year of RICO because they were pinning the same shit on him that they were pinning on Reggie.

I did my digging around, and just about everyone that was a part of Dutch’s drug organization had been picked up yesterday morning.

The feds fucked around and cleaned house.

They hit up all his trap spots, had locations on just about every man that was moving weight for him, and they found the warehouse that Dutch ran the business out of.

If I hadn’t found out about Dutch being a snake, and killing my pops, this would have been the worst day of my life, but I was walking down the stairs with this goofy ass smile because not only was I enjoying that good news, but I was also well fucked and sucked.

I woke Soraya out of her sleep around five this morning, needing some pussy before I started my day.

I did my big one this morning in the bedroom, still apologizing for the way that I disrespected her a couple of days ago after the ball.

I already knew that the dick, and the head that I gave her was out of this world because as I was coming down the stairs, not only could I smell the 5-star breakfast that she was throwing down on, but I could also hear her humming a tune.

She was in a good ass mood this morning.

I walked in the kitchen, and she was standing in front of the stove, one hand on her hip, with the other hand holding a spatula, as she flipped a nice, crispy, golden pancake.

She was heading into the office this morning, but she wasn’t dressed yet.

She was still in her robe, and she had her hair pulled up.

I was going to drop the boys off to school, so all she would have to do was head straight into the office this morning.

She felt my presence when I walked in the kitchen because she turned her head around, and she looked at me.

She gave me a lazy smile, looked me up and down for a few seconds, appreciating this handsome chocolate that was standing not too far away from her, and then she went back to focusing on the food that was in front of her.

Beside the stove, there was a long, rectangular shaped serving plate, and she had the scrambled eggs with cheese on one portion of the plate, sausage that was split down the middle, and it was fried hard just like the boys liked it, and the pancakes that she was making were almost done.

There were already four pancakes sitting on the serving plate, and four more in the pan that she just flipped.

The breakfast that she was making was more so for the boys because I wasn’t a breakfast person like that.

The boys on the other hand, they liked to have five-star meals each morning before going to school, and Yaya, who spoiled the fuck out of them, acting like she couldn’t ever tell them no, would get her ass up, and do it faithfully each morning.

I used to get on her about that years ago, telling her that the boys were old enough to fix their own bowl of cereal, put some waffles in the toaster, or even make their own pancakes, but I had to realize that cooking was one of her love languages, even though there were times she liked to talk shit, and act like she didn’t enjoy doing it.

I sat my briefcase down on the table, and I walked over to her.

I posted my body directly behind her, mounting over her, and wrapping my long arms around her small waist. I buried my head into the crook of her neck, tickling her with my beard, as I inhaled her scent.

She showered after we finished fuckin, so I could smell the vanilla on her body.

Being around her, it was in my nature to always touch on her, sniff her, kiss her, so it didn’t take long for me to reach my hands up, untie the cream-colored robe that she was wearing from the front, and I exposed her body.

The only thing that she was wearing underneath her robe was a pair of panties.

I slipped both my hands up her soft, warm body, and I cuffed her breast from the front, twiddling with her nipples, using my hands.

“The pussy, and head you gave me this morning was amazing baby. Can’t nobody do shit to me today to fuck up my day. I needed that. Shit was so good that I want to drop a few dollars in your account,” I joked, and she laughed, while reaching her elbow back, and she playfully nudged me in my chest.

With my head still being pressed into the crook of her neck, she turned her head around, so that she could look at me, and she kissed me on my lips.

I kissed her back, and then I parted my lips a little bit, stuck my tongue out for her to grab, and she sensually sucked on it, and while we were tongue kissing, I was still playing with her nipples, getting her hot.

Right when that shit started feeling so fuckin good, and she was moaning into the kiss, I heard one of my cock blocking ass kids suck their teeth.

“All this intimate stuff that ya’ll be doing, that’s gone make me move out.

Ya’ll be tripping,” of course that was Creed’s ass.

He was behind us, so he couldn’t see his mother’s body that I exposed.

I played that shit off well though by quickly going for the strings of her robe, and like the pro that I was, I tied it back, and I stepped away from her.

I turned around to look at Creed, thinking that it was just going to be him standing there, but Legend was there as well, and he’d already grabbed a seat at the island.

Both my boys were dressed in their school uniform, and they had their bookbags resting on the coffee table that was by the kitchen.

It was the same coffee table where I left my briefcase.

“Move out, and go where? Soft ass nigga, you still ask your mama to cut your pancakes,” I fucked with him, and of course Yaya reached her hand back, and she pushed me, not finding that shit funny at all.

Creed was the son that swore up and down that he was so grown, but he relied on his mama for every little thing.

I don’t know how the hell he was going to survive when he went off for college because if he thought that Yaya was going to be jumping on a plane, rushing to his rescue any time that he needed her to do something for him, then he was sadly mistaken.

“Grandma crib or something. It’s crazy because I wanted ya’ll back together more than anybody.

I missed the whole family dynamic, but ya’ll do too much man.

Every time I walk in a room, you got your tongue down her throat,” his little ass was still going, as he pulled back the barstool that was facing the island, so that he could take a seat.

I walked over to the island, crossed my arms, and I examined both my boys. Legend was too busy with his head in his phone, glued to that, letting that take up all his attention, not giving a damn what his brother was talking about.

“Close your eyes then son. Your mama like it. I’m not bothering her with it. I’m bothering you, Boobie?” I took my eyes off Creed to look at Yaya, but she moved around the kitchen, acting like she didn’t even hear me.

“Creed, don’t you have that test today in physics? Are you ready for it?” Yaya asked, coming over with two plates in her hands for the boys, and she sat it right in front of them.

“Yeah. I’m ready. I been studying all week. What Ima get when I pass?” he asked her, and she rolled her eyes at his question.

“Nothing because you’re supposed to make good grades.

I hate it when you ask that. That’s just like me asking you what somebody is going to give me for making sure that I take care of you.

You don’t get rewarded for doing what you’re supposed to do,” she fussed at him, and he was too busy picking up the sausage on his plate with his hands, and chewing it, that he didn’t even respond back to her.

Like the mama’s boy that his ass was, he sat there, while she came around, and cut the three pancakes that she’d put on his plate.