“The woman that’s supposed to be groveling, scared of getting fucked outside? Ya, I need five minutes. I got some heavy shit in court tomorrow that I gotta take care of. Please, send me on my way well fucked,” he voiced, eyes on me, ready to devour me.
“I’m not scared of getting fucked outside. I’m scared of getting caught. At least lets go down to the basement,” I suggested, and he shook his head no.
“What’s the fun in that? Let me fuck you out here,” he was persistent, and I knew he wasn’t going to let me talk my way out of this one.
Shit, I was willing to do any, and everything to get my ass out of the doghouse, and to get him to come home, so I stepped out of my slides, pulled down my pants, and my panties, and while I was doing that, he was fidgeting with his belt, getting it unbuckled, and his pants unzipped. That dick was out in seconds, standing at attention, and I was sitting in his lap, sliding right on it, riding him, giving us pleasure… doing what I knew best.
As good as this dick was, my eyes was on the patio door the whole time, with a perfect shot of the staircase, hoping that Creed, or Legend wouldn’t come out here, needing us for something. I would probably just roll over and die if we were to get caught. I couldn’t get caught. They were supposed to think that I couldn’t stand their daddy and that he got on my fuckin nerves.
Chapter Seven
SEVYN ‘LAW’ CRAWFORD
I stood up in court, cleaner than a motha fucka, waiting for the judge to go ahead, and read out the final ruling for Justin. This case was considered high- profile and was getting all kind of attention for the past few months. With that, I knew people were looking, so I couldn’t show up for my client today half stepping.
I was a suit man. My closet back home was filled with thousand-dollar suits. Today, I chose to wear a brand that was in my top 3, and it wasTom Ford.It was a deep burgundy color suit, and because the suit was tailored for me, it fitted me perfectly. This suit showed off the kind of cocky ass nigga that I was, even though it wasn’t too loud. While Justin stood next to me, shaking in his boots, damn near about to piss on himself, I held enough strength, and optimism for the both of us.
Before court started, his grandma had to pray over him, just as she did the last time because he had been crying and saying how scared he was. Today was the day. Today was the day where my boy would find out if he was going to go home, or if he would have to sit down, and serve the time that they were trying to give to him. With me defending him, I already knew that option two wasn’t going to happen. I would feel like I failed him if that happened, and the last thing that I ever wanted to do was failmy clients, especially a young boy that had so much life ahead of him.
I turned to my right to look at Justin, and he had his hands behind his back, and his head was down. The black suit that he was rocking this morning, I purchased it for him because I always wanted my clients to show up to court looking clean, just as I did. When I saw that he had his head hung low, I reached over, put it up under his chin, and I lifted his head up. He turned to look at me, and his eyes were blood shot red. The second he blinked, a tear fell. In this moment, for a quick second, a wave of sadness came over me because I started thinking about Creed’s ass, and the shit he put us through these past couple of weeks. Shit could have ended terribly for him, with him standing right by my side in a courtroom, as his freedom would be on the line. I was just glad that shit didn’t have to go down that way. Even though there weren’t any charges that my son was looking at, I hate what it did to his reputation, and I just prayed that when he was in his senior year two years from now, that colleges didn’t use this situation to weaponize him.
Our judge for this afternoon was judge Carter. Older white guy that’s been a part of the criminal justice system for years. I’ve stood in front of him plenty of times, representing my clients, and I didn’t have anything bad to say about him for the most part. His ass wasn’t friendly, but at the same time, he wasn’t a tough ass judge like a lot of them that I’ve come across during my time in law. He was right in the middle.
“After reviewing the evidence presented to the court, and considering arguments from both sides, this court finds the defendant, Justin Mills….”
Judge Carter’s voice lingered for a second.
“Come on man,” I heard Justin mumble to himself.
“Not guilty of the charge of second- degree murder,” Judge Carter concluded, and the second he said it, you could hearJustin’s grandma in the back of the court room immediately start screaming about her grandson coming home, and she started speaking in tongues.
Justin, who had been such a hard ass in the beginning, trying to always prove to me that he had to be tough, broke down that wall, as he immediately came over to me, and his body crashed into mine, as he wrapped his arms around me, thanking me, and crying. That shit touched me. It touched me because I couldn’t help but to look at him and see my sons in him. I put my hand on the back of his head, showing love to him like I would with one of my children, and I never made this lil nigga feel bad about breaking down, and crying the way he was.
“All you had to do was trust me. I told you, you was going to go home,” I spoke to him. He got it together after a few more seconds, and then he pulled away from me.
I slapped it up with him, and for the first time in weeks, his lil ass smiled. He stood back on the side of me, and the judge finished with his final remarks, I thanked him on his ruling, and from there, it was over, and Justin could take his ass home.
“You had to lose at least twenty pounds since you been locked up. You wasn’t eating shit. Where you going to tell your grandma to take you? Before we got in the courtroom, she told you that she was going to take you wherever you wanted,” I said, as I reached over, and picked my briefcase up that was on the table. Still smiling, Justin shook his head.
“Ion know. ProbablyChic- Fil- aor something,” he responded, and like I was appalled by his answer, I was the one to shake my head next and look at him like he was crazy.
“Man,Chic- fil- a? You just beat a big boy charge, lil nigga! If that judge would have said anything else other than not guilty, you would have been walking out of here, prepared to spend at least the next twenty years of your life behind bars. You gotta get yourself a steak or something,” I shot, and he laughed. With myfree hand that wasn’t holding onto the briefcase, I reached my hand out for him, so that he could slap it up with me again, and he did just that.
“Everything that you told me you were going to do; your ass better do it. I want you in school every day, bringing home nothing lower than a B. Participate in all your class activities, man. The little shit you got to be appreciative for because it was almost taken away from you. I want a invite to the prom watch, and the graduation. After high school, you said that you were going to go off to trade school, so that you could learn how to work on cars. I got plenty of cars that I’m going to bring to you for an oil change, and tire alignment. You got work to do, man,” I told him, and he nodded.
“You’ll really do that for me?” he asked, after pulling his hand away from me.
“Do what?” I asked him.
“Show up,” he replied, his voice cracking a little bit. Shit rocked at my feelings because so many young boys didn’t have their father’s in their lives, and they lacked any kind of fatherly guidance. The way Justin said it, you could just tell that he wasn’t used to no man standing up or falling through for him.
“Anything that I say that I’m going to do, I promise to stand ten toes down and do it. Your grandma has my number. If you want to talk, need advice, anything, hit me, okay?” I asked him, and with a smile, he assured me that he would.
Once I had everything that I needed, we walked out of the courtroom, and his grandma was the first person that was standing by the door, and she made sure that she went right for her grandson, and seeing the way the two of them consoled each other, that shit made me smile. Even during her hug that she was giving him, she was calling out on God, still speaking in tongue, and rejoicing in having Justin back home, and this time, he was going to be in her care, instead of his mothers. His mother didn’tgive a fuck about him anyways. Her son just beat a murder charge, and she was nowhere to be found.
Once she finished hugging him, she came over to me, and she hugged me next, thanking me over, and over.
The process to get Justin processed out did take a couple of hours. Nothing to the point where I was thrown off my schedule though because with me doing this for years, I was already prepared for this process to take a while. I was right on time to head to the jail because I had to meet with Reggie.
