Chapter 33 SCOOTER
SCOOTER
Her leg entangled with mine as we lay in bed.
I watched as the hours passed, and Morgan had yet to wake up.
Being in her bed and stroking her back on some romantic shit was new to me.
However, if I couldn’t offer the luxury she was used to, at least the comfort could do.
As much as I wanted to spend the day with her on some puppy love shit, I knew I needed to come out of her fantasy world and back to my reality.
My brain wouldn’t shut off the entire night, and sleep had yet to find me.
I had made up my mind that I was going to Bop to tell him what was up.
Did I feel like a fucking snitch, yes. However, I knew if I did this, it would at least save Keith’s education.
I kissed Morgan’s forehead as she started to awake. “I got to go, Rich Girl,” I whispered.
She rolled over and wrapped herself further into peachy-colored silk sheets.
I sat up and grabbed my phone, which I had grabbed from my clothes after our second round, and Morgan went to sleep.
My head flew back when I saw a payment to my phone from Beans for ten stacks. “What the fuck,” I muttered.
I couldn’t lie, a nigga wanted to ball up his fist and do an air jump. The message he sent with it made me nod. Because I believe in you, my nigga.
Morgan’s hand caressed my back. “Is everything ok?” she asked.
I nodded as I pinched between my eyes to catch the falling tears. I had gone to stand up when suddenly, people came busting into her room. They snatched me up and slammed me against the floor. “Kareem Forte, you violated your parole,” the one who had his knee in my back said.
“Leave him alone!” Morgan shouted.
I tried to break free from their grasp, but they slammed me back down to cuff me.
I could hear Morgan’s cries. I knew she had never dealt with shit like this, and I felt bad for even putting her in this situation.
“Ayo, Rich Girl, I’m good. Stop crying, mama,” I said, trying to get her to calm down.
They cuffed me like a hog, hauling me out of her crib, with just my boxers on. I didn’t even want to look, knowing people were standing outside watching. “Ah shit! Y’all fucking hurting me,” I gritted.
When they placed me in the back of the police car, I lay there.
The regret of last night was now weighing on me.
I had a chance to make shit right, and here I was in the back of a pig’s car over some pussy I should have never touched.
The cold seats and uncomfortable position were how they saw me.
They had captured me like a fucking animal, as if I were being hunted.
The drive seemed long, but when the police car stopped, I was grateful.
When they helped me up and out of the car, someone was waiting with clothes.
They assisted me in dressing before guiding me into the building.
Skipping processing and being taken to a small room made me realize something was wrong.
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, with five turning into ten before I even noticed.
The small room reminded me of the hole where I was kept for days after fights in jail.
Being in confined spaces tends to fuck with your mind.
I sat in the chair with my head on my arms when I heard the door open. A shadowy figure appeared, and just as I thought, this was some bullshit. I wasn’t sure what stage of the game we were at, but I wanted to move to the next level immediately. “Kareem,” Naheem grinned.
Hearing him say my name made my stomach drop.