I probably went in too hard, but I was tired of people asking me for things that they knew I couldn’t ask them for.
“Say less. You a green ass bitch. When you was stripping, shaking your ass for a few dollars, I used to pull up on you all the time to show love. The money I used to drop on you, I know for a fact that I was paying a few of your bills. Now, you see a nigga fucked up, down on my dick, and you can’t look out for me. I see this rap shit, your new album, and that bullshit ass tour that you getting ready to go on got you acting brand new. Fuck you, bitch!” I was shocked behind his words.
I wasn’t hurt because I’ve been called worse, and told worse things, but I was shocked. I knew that Kross had a temper, and he didn’t care what came out of his mouth, but I’ve never really got that side of him. He was always cool, and respectful with me for the most part.
He stood up too, and I knew that he was going to make his way to the door.
I laughed while shaking my head.
“Ima just laugh it off and pretend that I didn’t hear you call me out of my name. I know my mouth. It can get real disrespectful. Go ahead, and get out Kross before I start talking crazy,” I threatened, the words that I was saying coming out playful, but I was dead ass serious.
“You think I give a fuck about you getting disrespectful bitch? Fuck you!” he continued to talk shit, as he made his way to the door.
“And this is the reason why your daddy won’t give you his position while he steps down. You act like a little fuckin kid! The second you didn’t get what you wanted from me, now all of a sudden, I’m all kinds of bitches towards you! Then, you want to bring up that little bit of money that you gave me when I was dancing. Boy, that shit was probably being used to put money in my gas tank. You have never paid a single bill of mine! It’s no way your daddy should be the biggest drug dealer in Miami, yet you’re in my crib, asking me to borrow some money. This should make you look in the mirror and reflect. Just because you have Dutch’s blood running through your body, it doesn’t mean that you have what it takes to run the streets like him. They were just talking about you the other day. I heard you got your ass beat by some little ass corner boys. Nigga’s don’t respect you, Kross! That’s the reason why your ass is in this fucked up position now!” I went in, and when I finished, he reached for his waistband, turned around, showing me the gun that he had, and he pointed it at me.
His crazy ass walked over to me with the gun in his hand, pointing the butt of it right towards my temple.
“I just got out of prison, and I swear to God I’m not going back. This pricy apartment building that your living in, they saw me walk right to your unit. Those cameras that recorded me just saved you from a bullet. I swear to God if I wasn’t on camera,I would have killed you. Fuck you think you talking to, bitch? Huh?” he roared.
I was so angry that I was shaking. I wasn’t scared. I was angry. Kross wasn’t a nigga that was bout that life, so I knew that he wouldn’t pull the trigger. He aggressively pushed the butt of the gun into my temple, and he walked away from me.
He tucked the gun back in his waistband, went over to the door, aggressively opened it, and slammed it shut. I went over to the door after he left, making sure to lock it behind him, and I posted up with my back against the door, taking in the shit that just happened.
All I could think about was the road of destruction that he was headed down. With a temper like that, and with the kind of issues that he had, I knew that it was only so long before somebody killed him. He had a mindset like a lot of people in my life did, where they felt like the world owed them something, when in actuality, the world didn’t owe his ass shit!
Chapter Fifteen
SEVYN ‘LAW’ CRAWFORD
I woke up this morning trending on social media, and it wasn’t for good shit, either. To know me is to know that I didn’t give a fuck that people were speaking bad on me, but it had Soraya, and my kids in their feelings about it. I was trending because there was a popular urban podcast that was called ‘Reporting for the culture’and they dropped an episode around midnight, where the focus was Reggie, his case, and me.
Yesterday morning, Reggie had his first day in court. Even though I didn’t have any ties to that case anymore, I still wanted to follow it and see what the verdict was going to be. Dominic Blackwell stepped up and took the case. I knew Dominic. I wasn’t friends with the nigga or no shit like that, but we were in the same career field, so we’ve seen each other in passing over the years plenty of times. I had a few conversations here and there with him as well. To me, he was a decent attorney. That nigga was messy. I liked to watch clips of other attorneys, see the shit that they would do in court, and I’ve noticed years ago that Dominic likes to play a messy game in the courtroom. I did my fair share of shit in the courtroom as well, so that I could win cases, but that nigga was different.
Dominic was loud, flashy, and he was one of those social media ass niggas that liked to take his tripod with him around the house, doing fuckin ‘get ready with me’videos, as he gets ready for work. I felt like he wanted to be a content creator more than he wanted to be an attorney, but it is what it is.
So, once Reggie had his day in court yesterday, that’s pretty much when the whole world learned that I was no longer representing him. In court yesterday, the world was able to get the meat of the charges. They spoke on the RICO, murders, drugs, conspiracies, and shit like that. I wasn’t surprised when I saw that Dominic asked the judge to give Reggie a bond, saying that Reggie would surrender his passport, he would wear an ankle bracelet, and they even argued about his baby mama just having their daughter, and how Reggie wanted to go home, and meet his child. Of course, the judge denied the bond, just like I knew he would. That right there is what had the world in a frenzy, feeling like if I had been the one to represent him in court, that he would have been given a bond. That right there is what had ‘Reporting for the culture’filming a podcast about the events of yesterday’s hearing and dropping it at twelve in the morning for the whole world to see.
Reporting for the culturewas a big podcast based out of Miami, where they only spoke on drama and shit that was surrounding people of color. They had well over ten million subscribers on their YouTube page, and whenever they posted their videos, the views were always in the millions. They mainly spoke on well- known people, whether it be rappers, ball players, actors, just anyone with a following. I’ve been talked about on their podcast a few times. Man, they tore me and Yaya apart when we went through our divorce. You know, all that shit is public record, so them nosey motha fuckas went and found every fuckin document, and motion, breaking our shit down line for line, giving the people a whole hour, and a half worth of ourmarital issues, and that video had close to five million views. I ain’t even going to lie, I wanted to find the studio where they recorded their podcasts, and beat everybody’s ass, but I couldn’t do that because with the line of business that I was in, and with me being well known the way I was, people were going to always have an opinion, so I would be living a life always trying to fight someone for speaking badly on my name.
I was leaving from West Palm beach, heading back to Miami, so I had an hour drive. I was in West Palm for a networking event. I spent pretty much the whole morning and afternoon out that way. Because my day was so busy, I didn’t know shit about this podcast until this afternoon when Creed sent it to me. Then, Soraya called me all riled up and angry because she had listened to the whole thing while she was in her office. I was twenty minutes into my ride, and so far, they’d discussed Reggie going to court yesterday, everything that happened, and I turned the volume up a little bit because I knew this was the part where they were getting ready to talk about me. Creed told me that around 24 minutes is when they brought my name up, and they spoke on me for the duration of the podcast segment.
“Man, how you feel about that nigga Law? I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s just something about bruh that I never really fucked with. I see clips and shit of him go viral on social media all the time, and he just got this arrogance to him that I can’t fuck with, you know? It’s nothing wrong with a nigga being sure of themselves, but him, he just carry on like he untouchable. Even though I feel that way about him, I’ll give credit when credit is due and say that he handles his business in the courtroom. I’ve seen him get all kinds of killers, and dealers out of jams. Reggie my favorite rapper, because he be spitting that real shit, so when I learned that Law was going to take the case, and represent him, I had peace of mind, knowing that Law was going to save the day. He a green ass nigga fordropping that case. The whole world was depending on him to get Reggie off,” the dude that was saying that, his name was Ace.
On some petty shit, I asked Yaya months ago if she ever fucked that nigga, even though I knew she didn’t. I only asked her that shit because he was always speaking ill on me, like Yaya gave him some of that good pussy, and left his ass high, and dry. He spoke on me in a manner like he had a personal vendetta against me.
“I respect where you coming from, but I feel the total opposite when it comes to him. I don’t know Law personally, but I fuck with him, and everything that he stands for. You know who his pops is, right? His pops was Knox, and he was a living legend in Miami. He was young when he was killed, and that’s why when people bring up Knox, and they bring up the way he had Miami on lock, and how his drug business was one of the biggest to come out of Miami, they always think that he was older than what he was. Once he was killed, you know Law was raised by his god father, Dutch. Dutch is another hustler out of Miami. I respect Law because that’s the route that he could have went too, you know? I saw an interview about him from years back, and that nigga graduated number one in his class when he was in high school. He studied law at the University of Miami, and that’s one of the hardest schools to get into. I fuck with how he get these niggas off in court, and they don’t have to serve life sentences. I be seeing shit go viral on the internet with him, and his boys, and any man that’s out here taking care of their kids, they automatically get my respect. Back to the shit with Reggie though, and Law not representing him, I don’t like how everybody is so quick to call Law a sellout and think that he’s a green ass nigga for not taking on that case anymore. Think about all the dope dealers and killers his ass has defended in court. Let’s be real, some of them niggas that he defended, we all know that they were guilty. What he get out ofnot working with Reggie, when he done worked with plenty of niggas like him before?”Jamie, the other co- host said an earful.
“You saying he defending all the killers, and the drug dealers as if that’s not that man’s job! Ya’ll kill me when ya’ll start applauding people for what the fuck they supposed to do! That man did all those years in college, so that he could work in this career field! You think he doing that shit out of love, man? Nigga, that’s his job! That’s how he pay for that expensive ass private school that he got his boys at! That’s how he pay the note on those cars that he got for every day of the week. Even though him, and Soraya divorced, I’m sure he still pay all her bills because that’s where his boys stay at, so that’s how he’s able to pay bills at two spots. They say that nigga retainer fee is 50 racks. Of course, killers and dealers is what he’s going to defend because those the niggas that got it like that. This shit got everything to do with the currency and nothing to do with the community!” Ace went in again.
I found myself laughing at him because he was speaking on shit that he really didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Damn, why you going in like that Ace? You know that nigga personally or something? You acting like he personally wronged you,” that was another one of the host. Her name was Brandy. She would usually be the mutual one. She had a distinct, raspy voice, so when she spoke, I knew that it was her.
“I don’t know him personally, but I’m passionate about it because Reggie is one of my favorite rappers. Before all this shit happened, you could tell he was living life on the straight, and narrow. He just did that big ass toy drive for the kids. He was really trying to turn his life around. This man’s freedom is on the line, and I don’t like the way Law gave up on him. That’s all I’m trying to say. Ya’ll can look at it from whatever angle you want, but the truth of the matter is that he passed on Reggie, and I don’t like that. Everybody was depending on him to do histhing in court yesterday, so that Reggie could have walked out with a bond. Fuck him graduating top of his class, the kind of father he is, all of that. That nigga a sellout. Let’s take a couple of calls from the callers and tell us how you feel. First caller. What’s your name, and where you from?” Ace switched gears.
“Yo. What’s good? They call me Ton. I’m from the 305. Reggie my little cousin. Ace, I’m on the same shit as you. It’s fuck Law over here too! He ain’t this good, standup guy that ya’ll making him out to be. Reggie told me exactly what happened, and why he not representing him anymore. Basically, Reggie questioned Law, asking him if he could do the job, and Law’s cocky ass got offended. That’s literally all that fuckin happened. Because of that, Law didn’t want shit to do with him, or the case. He acting like my cousin disrespected him or something. My cousin in fuckin jail, scared, worried about the time that he’s facing, and all he wants to do is get out, so that he could be there for his little girl! With the time that he’s facing, of course he’s going to question if the nigga can help him. I feel like Law never wanted that case from the beginning. That nigga saw a way out, and he took it!” Ton spat.
“I feel that. Thank you for calling. Next caller,” Ace said.
