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We made it in front of my office, where I used my fingerprint to unlock the door.

I pushed the door open, and Dutch came in behind me, catching it with his hand.

I walked over to my desk, where I sat my briefcase down, and I tossed my phones on the table.

From there, I took a seat in the chair that was facing my desk, and Dutch sat in the chair on the other side of the desk.

“I see you representing that rapper nigga, Reggie. I don’t know who he is, but Kross be playing that nigga round the crib. That’s a big boy, RICO case. I know those are your least favorite kinds of cases to handle. How you feeling about that?” he asked me.

“Shit, it’s a lot, but I’m built for this shit.

The bullshit done already started though.

The other night, me and Ya were leaving dinner, and these three lil niggas approached us.

Out of the three though, it was just one of them that was doing all that talking.

Putting out threats, telling me that I better do my job, and bring Reggie back home.

Dutch, on everything that I love, it took everything in me not to stomp that nigga the fuck out.

I’m a grown ass man. Nobody going to tell me what the fuck I should be doing,” I voiced, and he nodded his head to that.

I noticed that his left eyebrow rose, and he scooted up in his chair a little bit, so that he could be seated on the edge of it.

“You got a description of what them niggas look like? A name? Anything? I’ll put one of my young boys on it, and we’ll have that lil shit taken care of by tonight.

Shit, if you really want to, I can have them put down before the sun sets,” he responded, and I could hear by the tone of his voice that he was dead ass serious.

That’s how Dutch was though. He felt like the answer to every problem was to kill a nigga.

I’m sure he’d killed so many niggas in his lifetime that he probably lost count.

“Nah man. Skinny ass young niggas. Ain’t nobody worried about them. My sons can beat the fuck out of them,” I shot, just to give him an idea of how I wasn’t worried about them from the restaurant.

“Aight. Cool. Go back to the part where you mentioned you and Yaya going to dinner. Aren’t ya’ll divorced? Fuck ya’ll going out to dinner for?” he questioned, and I laughed because I could tell by the face that he made that he was genuinely confused.

“Yeah, but that meeting was business. It wasn’t personal,” I responded, technically not lying because it didn’t turn into personal until we got back in the car.

The second Yaya ordered that bottle of wine, I already knew how our night would end.

Soraya drinks wine, and it goes straight to her pussy.

She was worse than a nigga that wanted to fuck once she gets a few glasses of wine in her system.

When it comes to anyone else, or anything, I have all the self-control in the world, but when it comes to that woman, I don’t know what self-control is, or how that shit even works.

I swear, I wanted to push her ass off me, and tell her not to touch me, but when she climbed her ass over in the seat, started kissing, licking, and biting all over my neck, I couldn’t deny her even if I tried, and motha fucka I tried.

The head she put on me was amazing, too.

My dick hadn’t been sucked like that in a very long time.

Then, she asked a nigga so nicely to pull the car over on the side of the road, and fuck her, and I gave in to that.

The second I got her back to the crib; the plan was to just walk her to the door.

Suddenly, I had to piss, and on my way out of the door, there I was, crawling inside the pussy again.

That pussy on her was the devil, and I knew that I needed to stay away.

Since then, her ass been avoiding the fuck out of me.

When I had to pick the boys up over the weekend, she stayed upstairs, never coming down.

I called her while the boys were with me, and her ass wouldn’t pick up the phone.

She could avoid a nigga all she wanted to though.

She continues to tell on herself every time she gets around me, and it’s just the two of us.

Her body still craved me. She still craved me, but she knew that she would never have me in the way that she used to because I made that shit clear to her that if we went through with this divorce, there wasn’t going to be any coming back from that shit.

“No disrespect because you know you my son, but nigga, I know what Soraya look like. That woman is beautiful as hell. No way you took her to dinner, let them young niggas get you all riled up, and you declined the beautiful woman that you came to dinner with, and didn’t take out pent up energy on her?

Yeah, right. I don’t believe your ass. I know you cracked,” he said, and I was going to plead the fifth on that.

Just last week, after dinner, when I fucked again on my way out of the door, having her bent over in the foyer of the house, I had her hollering out to me, telling me to promise her that I wouldn’t tell anyone that me and her fucked.

I didn’t promise her ass shit, but even though I didn’t, I would never do that shit to Yaya.

I wouldn’t get around my niggas and boast about how I was still getting pussy from my ex-wife.

I cared too much about her still to be doing shit like that.

“I went and saw my mama the other day,” I let him know after a few moments of silence.

Dutch had been smiling, but when I brought up seeing my mama, the smile was immediately removed from his face.

He didn’t mug or anything. His face just turned serious.

A lot of the memories that I had of my mom were of her in this fucked up mental space.

I didn’t know the fun Solace, that loved to turn up, was into fashion and could out dress any other woman in Miami, or the one that could talk shit, and had hands on her that could beat anyone’s ass.

Dutch knew my mama before all of this because of how long she had been with my pops, so he would often tell me stories about her.

From what he would tell me; I knew that she loved my pops.

That nigga could do no wrong in her eyes.

He told me that she was the kind of woman that would be ready to beat a bitch ass for even looking at my pops for too long.

I just hated that I didn’t get to see that side of her.

It still lived in her though because she has her days where I’ll pull up on her, and she’ll be in a feisty mood, ready to curse me, and the rest of the staff out at the facility.

“Oh yeah. How that went? I gotta go pull up on Solace. I don’t deal with shit like that too well.

It’s like that ain’t the way that I wanna see her.

I wanna see the Solace that used to be dripped in the latest fashion trends, hair done up, long ass fingernails, twirling her neck around, and shit.

Seeing her in that facility ain’t ever been for me, man.

Since she’s been in there, I only saw her like twice, and that was years ago.

You remember that I would take you as a little boy, but I would always sit out front in the lobby,” he shared with me.

“She brought you up while I was there. Brought you up a couple of times,” I threw out.

I said that I was going to drop it because this nigga had done so much for me over the years, raising me as if I was his own, but I needed him to sell this shit to me.

I needed him to remove these crazy thoughts that were trying to make room in my head.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. Solace was my girl. That was my spades partner,” he blurted out, followed by him chuckling.

“Nah. She actually told me that I needed to watch your ass,” I responded, and once I did, that smile was completely wiped off his face.

You could tell that he was shocked by my words because he ended up sitting up in his seat, and in a matter of two seconds, I watched him go from smiling, and laughing to anger, and confusion.

“Watch me for what? Fuck you think she told you that for?” he wanted to know.

I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to flat out accuse this nigga of anything because I didn’t know what it was going to be that I was accusing him of, so I kept quiet for a few seconds, just until I knew what I should say next.

“I love Solace like a sister Law, but you do understand that your mama not all the way there, right?” he asked me, after the silence had gone on for too long.

There was a pen in my hand, and I was using it to tap it against the desk.

That’s what held my attention, as my mind was going a million miles per minute.

“When them niggas ran up on my pops and killed him. Where you told me you was at again?” I even shocked myself when I asked him that shit because it didn’t matter that I tried to ask it in a nice way, it still looked like I was trying to accuse that nigga of something.

He took it that way too. I could tell his eyes bulging at me, and there was a vein on the side of his neck that protruded, that he was offended.

It wasn’t long before he shot out of his chair, and he walked around the desk, coming over to where I was seated.

“What the fuck is you asking me, Law? I got the upmost respect for Solace, so I’m fighting like a motha fucka to be mindful of my words, but at the same time lil nigga, you know mentally she not all the way there.

That facility that she’s in got her talking crazy, and you know that.

I don’t know what she getting at by telling you to watch me, and I don’t know if you trying to look too deep into that shit and convince yourself that I might have had something to do with Knox getting popped, but you need to dead that fucked up ass theory.

Knox was my motha fuckin brother, and nobody can’t convince me that he wasn’t.

I dropped to my fuckin knees, and I shed tears when I got the news that they killed my nigga.

They took a piece of me when they took him from me.

I was barely even starting the grieving process when I got my team together, put our ears to the streets, and we were trying to find out who did that shit.

It was a clean hit because here we are, all these years later, and I still don’t know who did that to my brother.

When your grandma died, I didn’t know shit about raising a kid, but I would be damned if I let them put you in the system, so I manned up, and did what the fuck I had to do.

Lil nigga, I raised you. Fuck is you talking about, man?

” he was pissed, and he had every right to be because I was coming at him with something major.

What stuck out to me was that he never answered my question though about where he was the morning that my pops was killed.

He’s told me before, but I wanted to hear it again.

“Where you was at though?” I calmly asked him again.

“Motha fucka, I was out of town handling fuckin business. I told you that shit!” he roared.

“Business with Tee, right?” I was setting a trap for him in the way that I’d asked him the question, trying to reel that nigga in, seeing what he was going to say.

Tee was another one of my pops, and Dutch’s homeboys.

“Yeah. I told you that man,” his voice calmed down a little bit.

“You told me that you was out of town on business with Darryl,” I called out the truth that had been told to me years ago.

I remember him telling me that when he went out of town on business, Tee didn’t go with him because his girl was nine months pregnant, and he didn’t want to go on the road with him, and she went into labor, while he wasn’t there.

He told me that Darryl had gone with him, but Darryl died by the time that I was twelve, so it wasn’t like I could hit that nigga up and ask him if what Dutch was saying was the truth.

Seeing that he’d just got caught up in a lie, it caused him to laugh, pull on his chin hair, and he came closer.

“Ima leave. I feel disrespected. I expect one of these lame ass niggas out here to try and pin Knox death on me, but I never in a million years thought that you would do that shit to me, man. Knox was my motha fuckin brother. I raised you like my son, Law. This probably fucked up of me to say on so many parts, but sometimes I feel like I love you more than the very same nigga that came from me. You’re a real man, Law.

You got traits about you that any man would want to see in their son.

I can look at you, and see that the hard work, and the time that I invested in you paid off.

I don’t know what kind of dirty, green ass nigga you take me for, but I don’t know what would make you think that I would kill my own brother, and then be so low down, that I would raise his son.

You wild for that one,” he sounded hurt.

Before he walked away, he looked at me for a few more seconds, and then he walked out of the office. Maybe I had fucked up. Maybe I let my mama get in my head, and I took that warning the wrong way because again, I didn’t know what it was that she was accusing that nigga of, so I just assumed.

Dutch was right. He loved my pops like a brother. It’s no way in hell he could ever do that green ass shit to his own brother. Or could he?