Money & Love Don't Mix (10 page)

“I’ll be back in a few,” he said to Yenni after turning off the TV, leaping out of bed and getting dressed with the quickness. Ten minutes later he was speeding through traffic swift and fast as he could, en route to the courthouse as soon as he arrived. He parked, got out, called his brother and two henchmen and told them to meet him at the courthouse pronto.

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              The minute Trouble walked through the doors of the courtroom escorted by two officers who instantly sat him down, took the handcuffs off that were cuffed behind his back, cuffed him in the front and quietly took their seats behind him since court was already in session. Mr. Barrie, Trouble’s public defender noticed him make his entrance and immediately hurried over to have a brief word with him before the case gets called.

              “Good Afternoon, Daunte. How you been the past few days?”

              “I been…A’ight,” he responded dull and straightforward.

              “So did you try to remember what exactly happened like I asked?”

              “Nope!” he responded with nonchalance, unconcerned for the most part from knowing this only a bond hearing so he was convinced that he’d get a unreasonable bond or more than likely no bond at all.

              “Listen Daunte I—”

              “Pow!” And Mr. Barrie was interrupted as the judge banged his gavel, “Next case please!”

              At this point Mr. Barrie and Trouble got up, made their way up to the front table and seated themselves. Moments later the judge asked.

              “Is the court ready to proceed with the statement?”

              “Yes, I am your honor,” said Detective Sims as he turned around facing Trouble and Mr. Barrie.

              “Now, before I get started, I want the court to know that this man,” he uttered pointing at Trouble. “Yes, this man sitting right before me was just released from prison for serving a ten-year bid on armed robbery a little less than two months—”

              “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, hold on a second! This is a probable cause hearing may I remind you, not a trial, Detective Sims. So at this time the court isn’t concerned about what happened in his past that’s irrelevant! We’re only dealing with the situation at hand…Do I make myself clear?!”

              “Yes sir! Sorry, Your Honor!”

              “Good…Now carry on.”

              “Well Clayton police responded to a call in reference to a shooting that took place in Lexington Square and a apparent armed robbery against two Hispanic males, which ended with one of the them shot twice as they fled the scene. Your Honor the suspects led Clayton police on a high-speed chase for uh, approximately twenty minutes in a stolen car. As a result, the chase finally came to a end once Mr. Jones swerved and lost control of the vehicle as it spun in a circle and hit a pole from trying to dodge the road spike. The other suspects involved, jumped out and took off running while Mr. Jones remained on the scene unconscious, from severely hitting his head on the windshield and wound up going in a coma. The other suspects involved are still unknown, but we’re doing everything in out power appreh—”

              “So where are the victims and witnesses of this incident?” asked the Judge prior to Detective Sims looking around, noticing only one familiar face out the crowd. Trouble’s mother Ms. Jones, but one in particular who was seated in the very back of the courtroom grabbed his attention. He looked again to make sure as he noticed more individuals sitting next to him. It was both amigo’s that they robbed along with their henchmen. He wondered how long they had been in the room and what all they heard especially since neither of them stepped forward when the Judge asked of their whereabouts, but he put his wonders to the side when he glanced their way again, reading his lips silently telling him,
I want my shit, ese.
While his brother looked ahead a row of benches at Ms. Jones then at Trouble with a smirk, as he held up his arm pointing two fingers in her direction while his lips went
Pow
. Trouble understood the message he sent him very clearly, which meant they were gonna kill his mother if they didn’t get their shit.

              Immediately, he began to worry just thinking of the cartel’s reputation and how they got down when they retaliated on someone. But before he could go any deeper in his thoughts the Judge told Detective Sims.

              “So…what all has Mr. Jones been charged with?”

              “Your Honor, he’s being charged with armed robbery, aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, possession of a firearm by a convicted felon. We also found two duffel bags one contained about a hundred and fifty thousand in cash, the other had kilos of coca—”

              “Whoa, stop right there!” The judge demanded. “This case is drug related?! You know how I feel about drugs don’t you Detective Sims gazed over at Trouble and his mother who both happen to be in shock with the way the Judge addressed Detective Sims.

              “Uhh, yes, I’m aware, Your Honor!” he replied.

              “Good…However, I am gonna give you the benefit of the doubt…I’m gonna give you one week from today to find either the victims or witnesses on this case or else I’m gonna have to dismiss it…understood?”

              “Yes, Your Honor!”

              “Okay!”

              “Pow!” he slammed his gavel shouting, “Adjourned! Next case, please.”

              At the sound of the gavel Trouble instantly looked towards the back of the courtroom at the Four Hispanics guys as they got up and made a exit. At that point, he took a huge sigh of relief hoping that after a week, he’d be able to prevent them from doing any harm to his mother.

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              The moment the amigos made it home, the four of them rushed straight to the basement and once they made it down and cut on the lights they were shocked from catching sight of a wide awoke Dre and Smoke on the floor as if they never endured such torture. However they were in pain—lots of pain! But due to them not eating anything in nearly a week, the hunger they were going through completely took their mind away from everything else.

              The henchman approached Smoke and Dre and ripped the tape from their mouths as Smoke instantly went to begging for mercy.

              “Come on man…Give us sumthin to eat we’re…we’re starvin’ down here!”

              The four of them laughed from ear to ear, before Amigo came up to them, bent down, “I’m sorry to that, ese…But you know how it goes, a closes mouth don’t get fed.” He told them, displaying an evil smirk. “I’ll tell you what, ese…I’m gonna feed you two sorry motherfuckers,” he then snapped his fingers at the henchmen and nodded his head towards the door for them to go get them something, “But y’all need to tell me who sent you, unless y’all wanna end up like I did y’all homeboy!”

              Smoke and Dre looked at one another puzzled for a second until the basement door came open and they seen the two henchmen return with food for them along with another very familiar face. As the three of them came closer and closer, Smoke and Dre were clearly able to recognize the individual as the chick who left the pool party with Maniac. However, they had the slightest idea to whatever point he was making about their homeboy.

              “What you mean?” Smoke questioned while Amigo watched them laughing telling Yenni.

              “Show these motherfuckers what I mean!”

              She then sat their food on the floor in front of them, stuck her hand under her shirt, grabbed her phone out her bra, and showed Smoke and Dre a picture of their homeboy Maniac’s lifeless body laying in a tub of water with an iron next to him as if he been electrocuted. Smoke and Dre both were in awe, as they stared at Yenni and both brothers realizing the chicks they all met at the pool party was only the bait used to lure them into a trap. But what hurt the most was the tragic picture of Maniac she showed and knowing they killed one of their closest friends and was gonna do the same to each of them just as soon as they were done torturing them.

              They all observed Smoke and Dre as they became sadden all of a sudden from seeing the picture of Maniac, and knew they were ultimately at the vulnerable state where the Amigo’s wanted them. The two brothers were fully aware of how devastated Smoke and Dre were as they giggled standing before them.

              “What you tryna prove? You had us down here—”

              “Shut de’ fuck up ese!” yelled Amigo as he kicked Smoke in the mouth quieting him from speaking.

              “When I wanted answers you motherfuckers wouldn’t say a word, you looked at me like I was crazy. Now all of a sudden you wanna ask questions? Naw it doesn’t work like dat amigo,” he stated as he opened a bottle of Patron saying, “Now…let me tell you how we’re gonna handle things my fr
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end, since we had to go through the trouble of finding y’all friend that had our money and cocaine on our own…How bout we play a lil’ game ese, I’m gonna flip this coin, heads we kill the two of you right here, right now then kill your homeboy when we catch up with him! Tails we still kill you motherfuckers, right here, right now!” He took a sip of his Patron eyeballing his crew asking.

              “Y’all ready to execute these idiots putos!?”

              “No!” Yenni immediately responded as she quickly made her way over by Smoke and Dre where Amigo stood, glanced down at them a second before whispering in his ear.

“No Papi wait…I have a better solution in mind.” He then stepped back and stared at her confused for a moment from what she whispered to him until she mumbled, “Papi trust me…I got this!”

Chapter 12

I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life…

'Cause in this moment I just feel so alive, alive, alive…

Was the sound of Nicki Minaj
Moment For Life
, blasting through the two ten inch Kenwood subwoofers of Miranda’s Nissan 370z while en route to work later that night. However she was running late so she didn’t have time to prepare her a lunch to take with her therefore she made a stop at Zaxby’s. Once there she pulled up to the drive-thru, muted the radio and placed her order of extra hot and spicy wings and things. She then pulled around to the window to pay for her order, as soon as she got there she reached down in her Gucci purse for the cash, but paused when she heard.

If you were my best friend,

I’d think about you all da’ time,

Can I be ya’ best friend

I promise that you’ll be mine

Music from 50 Cent song Best Friend featuring Olivia playing as her ringtone, she looked at her Galaxy S5 and seen it was a number she didn’t recognize and immediately pressed ignore as she went ahead and paid for her order, and was about to unmute the radio before accelerating but her ringtone started playing once more before she had a chance. But as soon as she looked down at her phone and noticed it was the same number calling she hit ignore once more, unmuted the radio and left the drive-thru.

Fifteen minutes later she arrived at work where she quickly parked, grabbed her purse, lunch, but before getting out and making her way inside she picked up her phone to power it off before putting it in glove compartment since they weren’t allowed inside the jail. But once she glimpsed at the screen to shut it off she noticed she had a new text message from the same number that kept calling her. So she became curious to know who it could be that kept trying to get in touch with her and opened the text which said.

Dis Rude Boy tell ya’ man Dex I said he need to get at me ASAP!

The text gave Miranda an odd feeling as she wondering,
how da’ hell dis nigga get my phone number
…
and why da’ fuck he textin’ me lookin’ fo’ dat gay ass nigga?

She was about to call the number and expose Dex and his homosexuality to Rude Boy, but was already running thirty minutes late so she shut off her phone, put it in the glove compartment, got out of the car, and headed inside. Then all of a sudden it hit her as she said to herself,
That’s what dat nigga want, either his money he owe him or prolly tryna get his blow back from him since he ain’t moving it as fast as he normally do…well I’ll call him and see what he want fo’sho when I get off.

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              Trouble was in his bunk tossing and turning and unable to sleep, since his mind was stuck on the words the judge said to the detective earlier that day…

‘I’m gonna give you one  week from today to find either the victims or witnesses on this case or else I’m gonna have to dismiss it.’

Therefore he had his fingers crossed hoping things would play out in his favor, and with him not being able to sleep he decided to get up and get an early workout in so with that being the case he got underway with his normal routine of back to back sets of a hundred crunches, a hundred push-ups, followed by a hundred back arms all for his first repetition. Trouble continued his reps for the next fifteen minutes, as he knocked out a total of seven sets. But suddenly while pacing back and forth in his cell from the window to the door…

Click! Click! Click! Click!

He jumped as the sound of the cell’s door being clicked repeatedly startled him, but as he turned around and glanced out at the control booth he caught sight of Miranda as she stood in the middle of the control booth waving her hand rapidly signaling to him to come see what she wanted. He then looked back at his nosy roommate who was on the top bunk facing the wall asleep, thinking,
Good thang dis nosy ass nigga sleep, I ain’t gotta worry bout fuckin’ his ass up fo’ bein' in my business and seein’ too much.
As he turned back around and creeped out the cell. He glanced around the dorm at every cell as he made his way downstairs hoping no one was awake standing at their door noticing him creeping towards the front door. He was glad that he didn’t see a soul. He then gazed up at Miranda as he exited, but her undivided attention was on his cell watching his roommate watch him exit the dorm with a cold—envious stare. Miranda was so tuned in that she didn’t notice Trouble standing in front of the control booth until he lightly tapped the window and got her attention.

She swiftly glanced out at Trouble, before looking over at her fellow officer who was trying his hardest to stay awake but kept nodding off as he slobbered all over his shirt. Then she tip-toed down to the door of the booth, eased the door open and whispered to Trouble.

“Go look in da’ supply closet I left a lil’ some in there for you.”

Without hesitation or responding Trouble quietly turned away and headed in that direction. Once there he opened the door, cut on the lights, stepped inside gazing the room as a loud smell had him examine the closet for a second, but his sense of smell directed him back towards the closet for a second, but his sense of smell directed him back towards the closet door where he glanced behind the door finding a bag of fresh recently made Zaxbys. As he immediately snatched it up from the floor opening it all at once, without hesitating he quickly pulled out the styrofoam tray and opened it, finding a six piece of mild lemon pepper wings, three spicy/extra wet chicken fingers, fries, cole slaw, along with a sweet tea. He closed the door right away before sitting back getting his grub on. Ten minutes later the closet door came open and startled him as he tried quickly to conceal the tray but before he could he noticed Miranda standing in front of him smiling from ear to ear the moment he looked up.

“It’s just me, bae. You good, finish ya’ meal?” asked Miranda, after realizing her presence caught Trouble by surprise as he tried to hide the tray.

“On da’ real, good lookin’ out dis shit good as a muhfucka…what made you think bout a nigga?” he stopped eating and asked.

“Oh, you welcome bae. But uh, I saw you up in ya’ cell working out and thought you might want somethin other than all dat processed food they be feeding y’all round here…Anyway how you been?”

“I’m a’ight! Maintaining dat’s bout all I can do in dis environment, know what I mean?”

“Definitely. So how you and ya’ roommate be getting’ along. I’m just curious?”

“We don’t! He a real hater, him and da’ rest of dem niggaz in da’ dorm. You shoulda seen da’ look on dem niggaz faces the  first day I  talked to you.”

“Oh I can only imagine bae, and I feel ya’ cause if looks could kill you never woulda made it out da’ dorm baby boy.”

“Why you say dat?” he wondering, giving her a strange look.

“Cause I was lookin’ around to see if anybody was up. I ain’t see nobody at first. But when I looked towards yo’ room, I saw ya’ roommate standing at the door lookin’ down at you on yo’ way out…And from the outside looking in, I saw how he was lookin' and read it as he got an issue or two with you.”
              “Fo’ real!?” he laughed, “It’s funny cause when I was up in da’ room workin’ out. I looked ova at da’ nigga and saw his ass facing da’ wall snoring, but somethin told me dat muhfucka wasn’t sleep—”

“Just be careful, baby boy and stay ten toes down cause being under these circumstances will force you to be ‘round a bunch of niggaz that you wouldn’t say two words to on the street…So just, just—”

“I’mma be a’ight, believe dat!” he stated in a strong worry free tune of voice, as he stood to his feet and grabbed a napkin to wipe his hands.

“So how often do you work out?” she inquired, noticing his slim muscular physique.

“Not as much as I should. When I was doing my bid I use to go hard erry’day wit da’ workout, but once I got out I slowed down a lot cause it was a lot of stuff I had to do…Plus I had a lotta other shit going on.”

“Mmm,” she mumbled staring at him with a seductive look telling him, “I see you all tatted up now. Last time we saw each other you didn’t have any if I remember correctly you were just tall and lanky,” as she grabbed his right forearm and started eyeing his work. A full sleeve up and down both arms, “Are these the only one’s you have?” she questioned. “Naw, I got two on my chest and I gotta back piece dat take up my whole back.”

“Let me see ‘em!” she eagerly stated, “I mean, can I see ‘em?” she quickly rephrased, hoping she wouldn’t sound too anxious to see the man’s body who she’s been having a crush on since high school. She didn’t because the moment she initially enquired, he immediately pulled off his top without hesitation showing his tattoo’s and revealing his chiseled chest and eight pack abs all at the same time.

“Damn you dunn  toned up a lot since high school.” She softly mentioned as she eyes his artwork and physique lustfully, before softly rubbing his abs. Then he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close to him as he began to unfasten her belt buckle. She stared at him, licking her lips as she unbuttoned her pants pulling them halfway down along with her panties, before turning around and bending over the sink in front of him and revealing the big Georgia peach tattoo that sat on her rear end like a license plate. He was in awe and his heart thumped, as it it was ready to explode from lusting off her phat high yellow ass so he slid down his pants, eased up behind her, grabbed his erection, and as he got ready to ease his way in she turned around dropped to her knees and stuck in her mouth and began sucking him smooth and easy. She licked and sucked, and sucked and licked until he was rock hard and couldn’t resist anymore. He then pulled her back up, turned her around and bent her over across the sink with her ass up high and her face down low as he spread her pussy lips and slid inside her dripping wet pussy.

“Ohhhh!” she softly moaned as he entered her holding her hips, fucking her with force. The more he stroked the more she moaned squeezing her breast with one hand rubbing her clitoris with the other, as she closed her eyes an
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bit her bottom lip, before putting both of her hands on the sink and pushing back into him harder and harder causing him to adjust his position and balance to keep up with her aggressiveness. But as he caught his balance he started pounding back the same way she was giving it to him hard and fast. He sped up, slowed down pounding her as she whispered.

“Fuck me…fuck me good! Fuck dis pussy good til’ you come!”

Her words excited him. They excited him so good he had to slow down to keep himself from coming.

“You coming baby!?” she looked back and asked, but he shook his head, then held himself deep inside of her as she squeezed her walls tight on him again and again to show him how good she could control her pussy muscles.

“Don’t move bae…keep it right there!” she whispered before a huge shock wave went through her body as she reached her orgasm and she felt it. He felt her vibrating through him. However, he continued putting down his pound game until moments late when he stopped and held his erection in her as far as it could go and wrapped both arms around her waist to keep her from getting away as he felt every part of his body shaking and trembling. His orgasm overwhelmed him as he held her like he was afraid to let go.

“I ain’t been fucked like dat in a while bae!” she whispered moments late after pulling her panties and pants back up.

“Oh yeah? What you call a while baby?”

“Bout eight months…me and my so called husband wasn’t fucking on the regular, and I always wondered why, cause I know I’mma sexy bitch! Erry’where we went together I’d always be the center of attention making niggaz and bitches turn day heads when I walk by so I could never understand why I couldn’t get love and affection from da’ man that I exchanged vows with…but da’ day I walked in on him and caught em’ red handed stretched out on our bed like a bitch, wit dick goin’ in and outta him I finally had the answers to my questions.”

“Ewww! Dat’s a fucked up way to find out why ya’ spouse ain’t giving you da’ pleasure you need.”

“Exactly!” she replied as she sadly shook her head, “But you been tested to make sho’ he ain’t bring nun home to you didn’t you?” he curiously stated. 

“Boy yeah I been tested! I’m good! You think I’d fuck you if I had somethin…I mean I like you and erry’thang but I ain’t no ratchet bitch, I wouldn’t do no triflin’ shit like dat…I keep it real!”

“You keep it real! Shawty if I had a dollar fo’ erry’time I heard a muhfucka tell me dat shit, I’d have Donald Trump money by now,” he chuckled at the end of his statement, “But in end…In da’’ end dem same muhfuckas dat claimed dey so real always turn out to be real fake! Now wat make you any different?”

“First of all don’t be puttin’ me in da’ same category as erry’one else, I’m me baby boy. But to answer yo’ question…What makes me different is da’ fact that I’ll always hold my man down no matter what, and do whateva it takes to keep him happy.”

“So you da’ ride-or-die type huh?”

She chuckled and replied, “Like I said I do whateva it takes to keep my man happy…and if he ain’t my man, then I’ll do whateva to keep her man happy!” They both laughed then he asked, “So what’s up wit you and ya’ man, y’all ain’t been communicating?”

“Oh hell naw! Ain’t nuthin’ to talk about, I feel betrayed baby boy. I believe he been tryna call me tho, cause I keep gettin’ calls from da’ same number I can’t recognize. So I texted him a couple days ago and told him come get all dat dope and shit out my house fo’ I throw dat shit away! I mean we don’t fuck around no mo’ so I don’t need his stuff all up in my crib makin’ shit hot, know what I mean bae?” he paused for a moment thinking,
Damn! I wonder wat da’ fuck dis nigga had stashed at her crib, and how much he was playing with,
as he replied. “Yeah I feel you.” Still curious to know what her man was playing with and how much of it did he have. However, he didn’t’ wanna question Miranda just yet about how her man was gettin’ dough therefore he kept his thoughts to himself and began talking about other shit. They continued talking for the next ten minutes. By then the five a.m. count was approaching and as a result he crept back to the dorm and quietly tip-toed back to his cell still wondering what her husband had stashed at her crib thinking,
Damn I wish I woulda met up wit Miranda befo’ I caught dis case, shit I prolly wouldn’t be in dis muhfucka.