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Chapter Twenty

SEVYN ‘LAW’ CRAWFORD

It was after three in the morning. I had been lying on my back, and Yaya was sleeping on me.

Her head was on my chest, her body was turned to me and she had an arm draped around me, as she was in a deep sleep.

I didn’t even remember falling asleep, myself.

The last thing I remember was eating that cold ass chicken sandwich, and fries, watching Yaya as she slept, and somehow along the way, my ass ended up dosing off too.

This was the best sleep that I’d gotten in a couple of years.

Before I could even wonder why, I knew it was because I had Yaya in bed, lying with me.

I peacefully slept with her on me. My body could properly rest, as if this was where I was supposed to be.

The sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand woke me up.

I jumped out of my sleep, taking my arm off Yaya’s waist, and I reached over for my phone, seeing that it was Creed calling me.

It felt like my soul left my fuckin body, seeing my son’s name flash across my screen at three in the morning.

I had so much shit going on with life that I automatically started thinking the worst. That case with Reggie that I was taking on, the weird distance in my relationship with Dutch, and even that nigga that I had to put the paws on the other day at the gas station.

Shit kept happening back-to-back, so that’s why when I saw my son calling me late at night, nothing but bad thoughts filled my mind.

“Yo, what happened?” my voice barked, and because of that, it caused Yaya to jump in her sleep, her eyes opened, and she looked at me. You could see the sleepiness that rested there, but there was also a confusion, that was wondering what the fuck was going on.

“Pops, don’t be mad, but Creed-

“Creed, what? What the fuck happened? Where the fuck are you, and your brother?” I growled, gently moving Yaya’s head from my chest, and I jumped up, standing to my feet.

I was mad, and I didn’t even know what the fuck was going on yet.

Yaya sat up in bed, and she came closer, sitting at the foot, her naked body already trembling, even though she didn’t know what was going on.

She was telling me to put the phone on speaker, and that’s what I did, removing it from my ear, so that she could hear this bullshit too.

It was Legend that was calling me from Creed’s phone, and I could hear it in his voice that he was scared shitless.

“We went to a party. This girl from school that Creed has been talking to invited us over to her house for a party. Creed went up to the room with the girl, and her daddy came home early, and caught the two of them in the room. Her pops tripping, man. He saying a bunch of lies. Talking about he going to have Creed arrested for rape, and a bunch of other stuff. You gotta come back home, dad. I don’t know what to do.

The cops put Creed in the back of the police car because he started wilding.

I think they going to take him to jail,” Legend’s voice was shaking the entire time that he was telling me this.

My eyes were on Yaya the entire time, watching her reaction.

She looked angry, and I could see the fear.

I was calm though. At least calm is what I was portraying because if I started wilding, showing how angry I was, it would only set Yaya off, and I didn’t want that right now.

The last thing that I needed right now was for her to start wilding.

“Who’s the girl?” was the question that I asked, remaining calm.

“Vivian Sterling,” Legend responded, and I heard the last name, and I could have punched a hole in the fuckin wall.

“Sterling! Your brother was in the fuckin bedroom with Edward Sterling’s daughter?

The prosecutor? That cracka that he knows I hate?

Man, what the fuck! Don’t I teach you, and your fuckin brother about having motha fuckin common sense, and talking each other out of doing dumb ass shit?

Me, and that man have deep rooted issues.

I beat him for the first time in court years ago, and the first thing that he thought of to call me was a black monkey.

It took damn near twenty people to get me off him.

I told ya’ll this shit, and that’s the bitch that he chooses to be in a fuckin bedroom with!

What the fuck ya’ll got going on?” I was livid.

Yaya was crying. I wasn’t in front of Legend right now, but I’m sure his ass was crying too.

“I’m about to get on a plane and come down there.

Ima make ya’ll lil niggas wish that ya’ll would have stayed the fuck in the house tonight!

You probably better off and safer telling your brother to scoot over and getting in the back seat of that cop car with him” I threatened before I hung the phone up.

“Can they do that? They going to arrest him for rape? Sevynnnnnn,” Yaya was crying, being emotional, just like I knew she would.

“We know the kind of kids that we raised. You know fuckin well he didn’t rape that girl.

Her daddy nasty though. That nigga a snake, and he hates my fuckin guts.

He’ll do whatever he gotta do to make me crumble, and the whole world knows that the only way to make me crumble is through my fuckin kids.

Pack your bag back up and put your clothes on.

We gotta go and see what the fuck going on,” I demanded.

These days, I felt like I had to say shit to Yaya two or three times to get her ass to do something, but that wasn’t the case right now.

She got her ass up quick, and went for her suitcase, so that she could throw some clothes back on.

The whole time she was moving around, packing up, she was hysterically crying.

I knew how she was about our boys, so her reaction was expected.

I couldn’t wait to touch down in Miami. I’m pulling up, and I’m wrecking shit.

Creed was going to wish that his black ass didn’t try me.

I’ve had hour long conversations with both my boys when it came to girls, and how they needed to watch the way they moved.

I did all of that talking with them, only for his dumb ass to get caught slipping like this.

I couldn’t believe them lil niggas tried me like this tonight. Tried the fuck out of me.

They clearly forgot who the fuck their daddy was. I guess I had to remind them the second that I landed in Miami.

They left that condo tonight, walking out, thinking that they were men. Bet I make them limp back in that motha fucka tonight for playing with me.

To be continued!