Ch. 10
GENESIS
“SPD. Let me see your hands!” I stirred in my sleep ‘cause I knew the bullshit I was hearing had to be in my dream. It hadn’t been long since I got done fuckin’ Brat’s ass down to the floor, so I was a lil’ startled as well as confused.
“Hands now!” was shouted at me again as a flashlight waved around in my face blinding me.
I wanted to reach for my gun in the nightstand but that would lead to me looking like a bowling ball within seconds. “Hands!”
“Aight, damn!” I yelled back.
The covers were snatched off my body leaving all of me on display like I was ready to be used as someone’s muse. They got you cornered, Black.
Standing, I turned around and dropped to my knees. My hands were put behind my head as I wore a grimacing smirk. This was my first time ever in cuffs. Normally, I didn’t give twelve a chance to do shit but this time I really couldn’t avoid them.
I scanned the room for Brat, and she was nowhere in sight.
It didn’t take long for me to put two and two together.
I let my guard down after the fact I stayed to help her shady ass.
I knew that all it took was one time for me be off my square for her to show her ass.
It was cool though. Shawty was sending me on my way with a hell of a goodbye.
“Can a nigga at least put some fuckin’ draws on? I don’t like the way this nigga keeps looking at my dick,” I said pointing out the gay ass cracker that not once looked me in the eye.
“Uh, yeah. Where are they?” he questioned.
“He doesn’t own anything here.” I looked toward the voice that called my name for hours. I wasn’t supposed to feel it, but I did. The betrayal was hitting a nigga like we were really locked in. “But he can get a pair of my clothes,” she offered.
My gaze stayed on her as she disappeared through the bathroom doors and returned with a pair of sweats and a t-shirt for me.
She handed them over to the officer and backed out of the room.
I wasn’t even mad at Brat for doing what she needed to do.
A nigga was more upset with himself for allowing another person’s life to affect his own. I knew better than that.
“You called them, right?” I asked her. She was bold enough to call them. I wanted that same boldness in answering me. Dropping her head, she nodded. “What I tell you ‘bout that? Use your words, Brat.”
Lifting her head, she looked me in my eyes and said, “Yes, I did. You need to do time for the things you’ve done.”
“And what exactly has he done other than kidnapping?” an officer inquired.
The smirk never left as I waited patiently for her reply. Whatever she thought she knew, she had no clue about. All she could testify to was the transaction between me and Zeus. Cheyonne truly ain’t have shit on me.
“The uhm, the robbery and shooting in the mall was all him,” she uttered. My smirk graduated to a full smile by the time she spewed her assumptions.
“How do you know that?” another officer chimed.
“Well, I was there that day, and I witnessed him get rid of the jewelry here in my home.” Tell them everything you know, Brat.
“We’ll need you to come down to the station and write a statement.”
Nodding, she entered the bathroom where I assumed she was going to get dressed. All she had on was a bra and shorts. I was helped up and escorted out the bedroom.
Dropping my smile was hard to do. I was tickled at the situation at hand.
I put her first and stayed to make sure she was straight.
That was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made in life, but it wasn’t regretted.
I enjoyed some damn good pussy for hours on end and with mouth that swallowed dick like the last supper.
I hated we were parting ways, but it was what it was.
“You’re under arrest for armed kidnapping, false imprisonment, unlawful restraint, aggravated assault, and trespassing of Cheyonne Afor.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…
” The officer that had me by the arm read me my charges and Miranda rights as I was walked out the house.
The sun was just breaking dawn. She called the people on me before that bitch could get in the sky good.
I applauded her for putting on a hell of a performance though.
She spoke and reacted like she really wanted me around.
I wasn’t but twenty-three years old, so I might’ve got caught up behind her antics but damn.
I guess playing a fool could range from any age, huh?
I was placed in the back of the patrol car.
I knew one thing was for certain, she could tell whatever the fuck she wanted but baby had no proof.
I was a tech nigga and did my job well. It didn’t matter what they tried to do to gain evidence, I would never be connected to it. However, there was no denying this one.
When Brat stepped outside in a two-piece jogger suit, I admired her figure more.
She was petite as hell, but baby had everything it took to be a model.
Learning that shit was a shocker, but her career suited her aesthetics.
Brat had it going on and regardless of how ruthless I was, I was willing to give her, her props. A factual snitch indeed but a bad one.
Adele gon’ kick my ass for getting knocked, and Twenty-One gon’ be pissed at the fact that the bread is just sitting and not in their pockets.
Good thing Cheyonne didn’t follow me upstairs the other night when I hid the money in her guest bedroom attic. Whatever sentence they wanted to throw on me, I could handle because I knew what was waiting for me when I got out. This wasn’t the last time her pretty ass was gon’ be seeing me.
We drove off from Brat’s property and made our way through the city to whatever precinct they were assigned to.
I walked inside with my head held high not caring who saw a nigga.
I went through the checklist of being processed before I was put in a cell and told to sit tight.
I didn’t step out of line or show my ass ‘cause I knew that phone call could be taken away and given to me on their time if I wasn’t careful.
Finally, one of the officers allowed me to use the phone and my only call went to my mama. If ain’t nobody else know what to do, she did. I quickly dialed her number and right when I thought I would get the voicemail, she picked up.
“Yo,” I spoke into the receiver.
“Black? I know this ain’t nobody but you!” she shouted.
“You didn’t, but I’ll let you think whatever. I need you to get some bread ready for me in case we have to reimburse this nigga for this dog.”
“I was wondering why I only got three puppies when I’m used to having four. What happened to that fourth one?” Adele had switched up her dialogue and was now talking in code with me. She really was a nigga best friend ‘cause she caught on fast.
“He got sick so right now he code blue.” That was me saying I got caught up and twelve was called.
“Where did he get sick at?” She was asking for my location.
“Somewhere downtown in the Springs, but I told them to observe him for seventy-two hours before seeing a vet.” I was downtown in Sage Springs jailhouse with three days before I could see the judge.
“They looking for documentation and shit on him?” She was questioning me on how to go ‘bout this legally.
“Yeah. Make sure you get a vet to look over them and make sure they straight first before just handing them off. Ain’t no telling what’s ‘bout to happen.” I needed an attorney and fast. She ain’t have time to fuck around.
She gave off a light chuckle which caught my attention more than anything. I wasn’t no dumbass nigga, so her giving me that as her response instead of an okay told me everything I needed to know. Her poor money managing ass probably blew through that money al-fuckin’-ready!
“I-I have to make sure I have enough gas to get to the vet first. I’m a lil’ low.” That was fifty grand in less than three fuckin’ days spent.
“Adele, you better get a vet, and you better get one quick,” I threatened hanging up the phone. That lady was gon’ work every last nerve of mine with the bullshit she did.
One thing I knew better than was telling Twenty-One to give my bread to Adele.
Then again, a nigga wasn’t expecting to have the same muthafucka cummin’ on my dick to be the one to put me behind bars.
I had to laugh at Brat one more time for fooling a nigga with pussy.
She used an old trick, but I guess it worked for her old ass.
Those seventy-two hours turned into eight long ass weeks of pure bullshit. After going in front of the judge and hearing all them charges a nigga was facing, I saw how Brat really felt ‘bout a nigga. She did me dirty in the worst way.
You better believe Adele didn’t come through with an attorney like I told her to.
She blew through that bread, and a nigga had to get a court appointed one.
I was looking like a sitting duck the way he ain’t know shit or did shit for my case.
When he stepped in front of the judge the first time, his punk ass asked for a continuance where them eight weeks hit me over the head instead of a bond.
He acted like he ain’t want me out this bitch either.
This go ‘round I had no choice but to see what the hell he was ‘bout to pull out his ass.
I was escorted into the courtroom along with seven other niggas.
We looked like whatever they said we did.
I couldn’t even hold you. It was on our attorneys to prove our innocence though.
The stupid muthafucka assigned to me didn’t know a bitch ass thing and never asked the right questions.
He visited me once over the eight weeks I’d been sitting, so I knew what it was.
My ass couldn’t touch the seat good before my name was called by the court clerk. “Genesis Atkins. Docket #DCSA0054-2025.” After calling me out, she handed my file over to the judge.