“You limping,” I told her, and she let out a low laugh. I was happy that I could make her laugh because I hated that my son making a stupid decision like this, caused her to be so sad.
“I know. I’m trying to get it together before we reach back home,” she responded, and all I did was shake my head.
The doors opened for the elevator, and she walked out first. I didn’t bother going back over to the check- in counter because I was already billed for the night, so it wasn’t a point in letting them know that we had to leave. I’d already hit my driver up, letting him know the plans, so when we reached the front of the hotel, he was already parked. He saw us when we walked out, so he stepped out of the truck, popping the trunk, and I handed him our suitcases, and walked over to open the door for Yaya. She climbed in, getting in her seat, and I closed the door, and walked over to the other side, where I sat down, and closed the door behind me.
Our driver was back up front, and within a few seconds, he pulled off and was taking us back to the airport.
Two minutes into the drive, Yaya’s phone started ringing, and she picked it up from her lap, showed me the screen, and I could see that it was her mom calling her. I’m sure Legend called her. I had that boy shook, so he was too scared to call my ass back, so he had to have gone through his grandmother. That would be the only logical explanation as to why she was calling Yaya so late at night.
Yaya picked up the phone, and she put it on speaker, just in case the call had something to do with the kids, and I could be able to hear what was going on.
“Ma,” Yaya answered.
“I’m on the way to get Legend. I didn’t know shit about any of this. I was sleeping, and I saw that Legend was blowing up my phone. He told me what happened. I don’t know what Law said to him, but that boy was on that phone crying, and carrying on so bad, that I could hardly make out two words from him. Where are you? Are you staying in New York, or are you coming back?” Sonia asked.
I fucked with Sonia. She was a cool ass mother-in-law. I liked her because she was tough, and she’d done a damn good job on raising Yaya, and her sister. All that tough shit would go out of the window though when it came to her grandsons. Even right now, I could hear the wind in her background, so she was probably flying to get to Legend.
“We’re coming back. We’re in a truck now, heading back to the airport. Where is Creed? Did they take him for real? After Law hung up on Legend, he didn’t call back, and I tried calling him back, but I know his ass is too scared to pick the phone up for me, so he won’t pick up my calls. What’s going on ma?” Yaya asked, and you could hear the panic all in her voice still.
“They took him. He’s in custody. Legend would only tell me a little bit of what was going on. He was crying and upset. Creed was acting up basically, and that’s why they took him. Legend told me that that white girl that he got caught in the room with was telling the cops that Creed didn’t do anything though. He said that her daddy was telling her to shut up, and not say anything else. Creed is going to be okay. That boy came from structure, and good parenting. What that girl daddy over there trying to say that he did, we all know that it isn’t true. Where is Law?” she asked, changing the subject.
“He’s right here, ma. I have you on speaker,” Yaya responded, followed by a sigh.
“Law, I’m never going to tell you how to parent your boys. You know that. I stay out of the way whenever you and my daughter discipline them. I don’t want to overstep any boundaries, but boys going to be boys, Sevyn. It’s not right, but they’re young, and they’re going to do stupid shit. Creed believes that he’s invincible, and that bad shit can’t happen to him, but I’m sure after tonight, he no longer believes that. It doesn’t make them bad kids. Don’t use this fuck up from them to write the rest of their story for them is all I’m really saying,” Sonia said to me, and I kept quiet, keeping my jaw tight, and my eyes were ahead of me, paying attention to the road.
“I hear you. Sonia, when you get Legend, I swear to God you better not start that babying shit with him. He’s just as wrong, and just as in trouble as his brother. Get him and take his ass home with you. I know you. You’ll get him back to your crib, and bake cookies, and shit for him. Don’t do none of that shit,” I had to say that because I knew the kind of grandma that she was. She loved her grandsons with every piece of her, and she overly spoiled them. They couldn’t do any wrong in her eyes.
“I’m going to get on him too the second he gets in the car. Yaya, text me when you’re on the plane,” Sonia said, and Yaya assured her that she would.
After that, they hung the phone up, and Yaya turned in her seat, so that she could look at me. My eyes dropped down, so that I could look down at her. I could still see the fear in her eyes, but she wasn’t crying or anything. Just scared out of her fuckin mind.
“You, okay?” she asked me.
“I’ll be even better once I touch down in Miami,” I let her know, and she nodded.
“Everything that I just said to your mama, that applies to you too. Start babying them, and you getting your ass cursed out,” I threatened her.
“I’m staying out of it. Sevyn, I don’t even have the words,” she said.
We dropped it from there, and within five more minutes, we were pulling back up to the airport. My sons better pray that this was the slowest trip to ever get us back home to Miami from New York. It’s usually just a 2 ½ hour flight, but they better drop to their knees and pray that this pilot was having a bad night tonight, and got up in that air, and didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, so that they had more time to spare, and wouldn’t have to be around me so soon.
I was going to nut up once I landed. Yaya knew it too, and that’s why she wasn’t even sitting in her seat, trying to calm me down, or talk me out of what I was going to do. She said that she was going to stay out of it, and that was her best bet.
Chapter Two
CREED CRAWFORD
“Keep it real. You fucked her, didn’t you?” detective Stevenson asked me.
Prior to tonight, I didn’t know who he was. I still didn’t know much about him, but I could tell that he was cocky, and a fuckin asshole. He knew Vivian’s dad. He came in with the cops earlier when all this shit had gone down. The way him and Vivian’s dad interacted with each other, knowing each other on a first name basis, I knew from that interaction alone that they were fully acquainted with one another.
Detective Stevenson was the one that had the officers slap cuffs on me and put me in the back of a police car, all because I was getting rowdy with those motha fuckas and defending myself. They were trying to paint me out to be this monster, that crept into Vivian’s room and touched her. The shit her dad said was wild. In that moment, Vivian did try defending me, telling her dad the same thing that I had been saying all along, about how she invited me up to her bedroom, and how we didn’t do anything that she didn’t want to do. He wasn’t trying to hear any of that though. He was screaming at his daughter, telling her to shut up, and to leave out of the room, and that’s exactly what she did.
I was put in cuffs, and they brought me over to the precinct, where I was in a small, cold room. I was back here, watching the clock hanging up on the wall, and I know that it’s been over two hours since I’ve been back here. This was a tactic that they were using on me to scare me. I have a father as a lawyer, and he would often sit me, and Legend down, and tell us everything that we needed to know about the laws, and the way the system worked. We knew the good, the bad, and the corrupt shit. Having me sit back in this interrogation room, keeping me isolated and alone, keeping me from placing a phone call or anything was a tactic being done to intimidate me, and to manipulate me, but that shit wasn’t working.
The only reason why I wasn’t tripping about the time that was going by is because I knew that I was safer in this bitch than being in the presence of my pops. That nigga was going to spaz out, and I wasn’t ready for that shit.
“What’s the charges man?” I answered his question with a question.
