Chapter 22 #2
Another kind of fear gripped her because if the police stormed in Blak’s house and caught him with a gun in hand they would turn him into Swiss cheese faster than anyone could blink.
Heavy footsteps stampeded through the house, and it wasn’t long before three agents dressed in S.W.A.T gear stormed the kitchen with guns pointed at her.
“Get on the ground!” One of them yelled, and she complied.
Knowing that it was the police pumped a whole ‘nother level of fear in her heart. She didn’t know enough about Blak’s business to know what he did or didn’t keep in his house, but she knew he had weed for sure.
“Be careful with my lady! She’s pregnant,” she heard Blak yell from the other room.
“Shut the fuck up before I hit your ass with a few volts of electricity,” one of the officers replied.
“You real fuckin’ tough behind all that armor. I’ll beat yo’ fuckin’ ass,” Blak barked.
“This fucker is living like lifestyles of the rich and famous, and I can barely afford to get the roof fixed on my piece of shit house,” one of the officers grumbled as he placed cuffs on Averi.
Disgust ran through her as they pulled her to her feet.
It all boiled down to them being jealous that a young, black, man was living better than them.
They didn’t even try to hide their disdain for how Blak was living.
The officer walked Averi into the living room and sat her down on the couch opposite Blak while other officers ransacked the house.
When their eyes met, she could see the regret in her man’s orbs, and Averi gave him a small smile.
She was scared shitless, but she didn’t want him to know that.
Whatever happened, she was going to have his back always.
The sound of glass breaking made his head snap in the direction of the chaos. “Breaking my shit isn’t even necessary,” he snapped as another officer walked in with a drug dog. “Y’all hating asses don’t give a fuck about the law. You just mad at how my black ass is living.”
“Let’s see how you’re going to be living after these charges you’re about to rack up Mr. Kingpin,” a white officer with red hair smirked.
“Kingpin?” Blak chuckled. “Nah, that’s not me. But um, my lady is pregnant, and she doesn’t even live here. She doesn’t have shit to do with shit, so I want her uncuffed.”
“I’m sorry,” one of the female officers drew back. “Were you under the impression that you called any shots?”
“You mad too? Yo’ man must be broke with a little dick.”
The woman sneered at him while Averi glared at her.
They were pissing her off the way they were purposely trying to push his buttons.
After what seemed like at least an hour, five officers came down the stairs.
One of them had a plastic bag filled with money, and the other one had a small bag with a few pills inside.
If she had to guess, Averi wouldn’t say it was more than twenty.
Downstairs, they’d only found an ounce of weed.
They got enough to arrest Blak, but she was confident that he’d be able to post bond.
A small sense of relief washed over her as the officer reluctantly removed her cuffs.
The mood and energy of the officers had changed, and she could tell they were disappointed that they didn’t find more.
“Call my people,” Blak instructed as the police yanked him to his feet. “The passcode on that blue phone is 22-26-15. Call Block. If he doesn’t answer, call Brazil.”
“Okay,” she nodded.
Averi grabbed the blue phone and punched the numbers in while repeating them to herself, so she wouldn’t forget.
She had been around Blak enough to know that the blue phone was his business phone.
The black one was his personal phone, and the silver one she didn’t really know.
Even if she wanted to snoop through the phone, he’d given her the code to, she doubted anything was in there.
All the police cars hadn’t even pulled out of the driveway before she was calling Block and telling him what was up.
He promised to get their lawyer on it and assured her that Blak would be out in a day or so.
When she was done talking to Block, Averi surveyed the mess that the officers had made.
They tore up every room in the large house, and she knew she didn’t possess the strength or the energy to clean it all alone.
She would do what she could at the moment and then do some more in the morning.
Averi tried not to worry about the what if’s.
But she could be facing a very different reality had he been caught with a shit ton of drugs.
Having to raise a baby alone while the father was in prison wasn’t a life that she wanted.
She prayed that Blak was serious about leaving the game.
Averi had dated drug dealers before, but they were the kind that hustled just to stay afloat.
The boyfriend she had in her very early twenties probably didn’t make more than $3,000 a month.
She’d never dated a man of Blak’s caliber before.
Yes, the money was nice. She loved his house and his cars.
She also loved when he gave her stacks of money, but she would rather have him free than to have him behind bars.
Averi thought back to the money in the plastic bag and wondered just how much they had taken.
His phones were vibrating damn near nonstop on the table, and she ignored them.
In any other situation, she may have been eager to answer his phones, but she didn’t even want to chance getting pissed off.
Plus, she knew how women could be. Even if he had cut them off and weren’t entertaining them, that might not necessarily stop them from reaching out to him.
And if a female answered his phone, she’d never know which lying ass hoe was hating and who was telling the truth. She had been through enough.
When Averi walked into the kitchen and saw the trash that was dumped all over the floor, she kissed her teeth.
That shit wasn’t even necessary. The police were complete and utter assholes.
She was exhausted, but no way was she leaving trash on the floor.
By the time she cleaned the living room and the kitchen, she was damn near sleepwalking.
Averi grabbed an oatmeal cream pie and a bottle of water and crawled into bed.
The oatmeal cream pie got demolished with her eyes closed.
No matter how tired she was, Averi wouldn’t allow herself to go to sleep without saying a prayer for her man.