“I ain’t never seen that nigga in my life. And if I were to commit a murder, I sure and the fuck wouldn’t leave my victim sitting there like that.” I stared intensely into his eyes, making his smile drop for a second.
“Well maybe you were in a rush, Mr. Montana. But this is your work, and I am willing to do any and everything to prove that. So, what do we have here? Gun possession charges, which you have a lot of on your record already, so that won’t be hard to prove. We even have an attempted murder charge on a Mr. Everest Ballard amongst several others, insurmountable drug charges, yikes, I could on all night. And now, we have a murder, and not just any murder; the murder of Martin Van Beek.”
“Who the fuck is that?” I frowned.
“District Attorney, Martin Van Beek.” Detective Jefferson allowed a wide grin to spread across his sunken in face like wildfire. “Yeah, so the penalty for this is gonna be pretty tough. I hope that girlfriend of yours finds another rich rapper to cling onto.” He began to cackle. “Ah!” he yelped when I kicked the shit out of his chair from under the table, making him fly back and fall onto the ground.
“Book his ass!” he shouted angrily, getting up from the ground as several officers came rushing in.
They roughly grabbed me up and took me over to book me, and as I posed for my mug shots, my thoughts were running amuck. I wanted to have faith that because I didn’t do this shit, I would get out, but I’d seen so many of the homies go down for shit they didn’t do. And it happened a lot to Black men, so I was on edge right now.
Shit in my life was different, and I had a girl that needed me and a daughter coming that needed her father. I couldn’t be sitting my ass up in jail while my family was on the outside. Just the thought of my baby girl having never spent time with me outside of a jailhouse fucked with me. And Draylah deserved better than a nigga who was locked up.
They took me to the back and put me in something similar to a holding cell, but it didn’t have the bars and shit on it, and I was the only one in there. I sat there in the room, thinking hard, and about an hour later or so, they came to tell me I could make a phone call.
I immediately dialed Draylah because I wanted to make sure her ass was doing aight. Plus, I didn’t need to use my call for Avalon or my lawyer because before I left the crib, I’d told Draylah to do that shit for me.
Holding the phone to my ear, I listened as the line trilled, hoping Draylah would answer. I ain’t want her ass laid up in the bed, crying, stressing, and all that shit, especially not with my daughter in her belly.
“Hello?” her soft voice flowed through the phone, and like clockwork, a nigga was smiling hard and wide.
“Fuck you doing?” I inquired, making her chuckle softly before sniffling.
“I’m in the bed now. How long are you gonna be in there, Ricky?”
“Depends. Did you make the calls I asked you to make?”
“Yeah, I did. I have to go meet with her tomorrow as well as the lawyer, Dale something, Avalon said.”
“Yeah, that’s him. Cool.”
“I miss you already,” she whimpered even though I’d only been gone some odd hours. But I was just as attached to her ass as she was to me; especially now that she was pregnant. I wanted to protect and be there for my girl emotionally and physically at all times, and the shit was killing me like a muthafucka that I couldn’t be. “What are they saying—”
“Draylah, baby, I need you to relax. What I tell you, huh? I said not to worry about this shit. You way too fucking pretty to be stressing over a nigga. I’m gon’ be out of here, and all of this shit is gon’ be behind us with the quickness, aight?” I spoke confidently, even though a nigga wasn’t even really fucking sure.
“You promise?” she whimpered.
“I promise. And you know soon as I get to you, I’m eating and beating that pussy, right?”
“I hope so.” Her voice was low and sensual, getting my dick hard already.
“Put the phone to your stomach so I can say bye to Rickeisha.”
She burst into laughter.
“Sorry, I don’t know where the fuck Rickeisha is, but she’s not in my stomach, Ricky. Try again.”
“Woman, put the damn phone to your stomach so I can bye to my fucking daughter. Hating ass.”
She giggled before saying, “Hold on.”
I talked to my baby through the phone for a little bit, and then I comforted Draylah some more before them bitch ass guards came and told me I had to get off the fucking phone.
“Oh, you think because you’re Ricky AK, you can beat these charges with the wave of some cash, huh?” one of the guards goaded me as he put the cuffs back on.
I decided to ignore his ass because right now wasn’t the fucking time. Out on the streets though, I would have decked his ass for just breathing my same fucking air.
“He ain’t got shit to say,” the other guard added before they both laughed.
“Funny how you ain’t start talking that shit until these cuffs were on me,” I spoke up, sitting down on the bed in the small room.
Before I could even sit down good, the both of them began whacking me with their batons repeatedly. The last thing I remembered was kicking the shit out of one of them, sending them flying back, right before the other went across my face and shoved a knife in my side.
Chapter One: Draylah Omari
The next day …
“Is this an okay place to talk?”
“Uh, sure, what’s up?” I frowned. I didn’t recognize this woman from anywhere, so I had absolutely no clue what this was about.
“I don’t mean to bother you, but right now this is a last resort. My name is Antonia, and my daughter, she got into a car accident with her father, my husband. He unfortunately perished in the accident, but my baby lived.”
“Okay.” I chuckled awkwardly because I didn’t understand where I fit into this.
“My baby needs a blood transfusion, and I was wondering if you’d be so kind as to donate to her. I know the deal was to never contact you, but I’m in dire need right now.” She began to sob.
“Whoa! What the hell are you talking about?” I was starting to believe this bitch was some nutcase. “I don’t know you, or what the hell you’re talking about, but you need to leave.”
“Draylah, please. I’ve already tried with her biological father, and he wasn’t a match. So please, I can’t lose my Lily. She’s only six.”
When she said the name Lily, it was like a wrecking ball had hit me in the stomach. For a moment, I was silent, blinking repeatedly.
Laughing, I replied, “Lily … What is this, some joke, bitch?”
“Sweetheart, I know you’re in denial, but no one blames you or the fact that you didn’t feel adequate enough to raise her. But all I ask is that you do this one thing for her. I understand a part of the agreement was to keep away from you and her biological father, but like I said, this is important. I would be willing to pay you or Charlotte extra money if that’s what it takes.”
“What agreement did you make?” I blinked back tears. “I don’t know … I don’t know about any agreement! I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about! Are you telling me that you have my baby? This whole time you’ve had my…” I began to hyperventilate.
“Relax, Draylah.”
“Don’t touch me.” I stepped back. “You … you need to leave or, or, or … you need to give me Lily back…” I began to cry. “You have to give her back!”
“She is mine, Draylah. I paid your aunt good money for her!”
“Get out!” I hollered and pushed that bitch.
“Okay! Okay! But if you change your mind, this is my card.” She placed it down on my receptionist counter and left out.
I took the card and then quickly left my shop, ignoring the calls from Koya and Yavanna. Getting into my car, I dialed my aunt Charlie, who ironically didn’t answer the phone. Speeding out, I drove like a madman, itching to get to my aunt’s place so she could explain her fucking s
elf.
CRASH!
Just as I went through the green light, another car banged into the side of me, and sent me spinning out into oncoming traffic.
“Oh my gosh!” I screamed as my car continued to spin and spin until I flew up onto the sidewalk and crashed into a pole. My hands were perspiring something serious because of how tightly I was holding the wheel. But once the car stopped, I slowly opened my eyes. “Ah!” I screeched once the airbag punched me in the face so hard that my head hit the headrest.
Peering out of the window, I saw a woman had pulled over and was dialing on her phone with a horrified expression. I couldn’t speak right away because my head was pounding, and even my vision was a bit blurry. I shut my eyes for a second as I groaned in pain, and when I opened them back to look out of the window, I saw the car that had hit me. A man jumped out and rushed off quickly as hell, as the people standing around yelled for him. He didn’t look back, he just booked it down the sidewalk like the perpetrators did on the show Cops.
“Hey, honey, are you alright?” The white lady with the frizzy blonde hair banged on my window before pulling on the door handle repeatedly. I unlocked the door and allowed her to pull it open, and she immediately began helping me out. “Oh my, honey, are you pregnant?”
Just as the sound of ambulance sirens blared loudly, I passed out.
***
“Uh!” I gasped as I sat up. I frantically scanned the hospital room I was in, and then immediately went to feel for my stomach. My small bulge was still there, but that didn’t mean the baby was in there still.
My mind instantly drifted to Ricky and how I was supposed to go meet with Avalon and the lawyer Dale. Sitting up, I removed the blanket off me and proceeded to try and get out of the bed.
“Wait a minute, darling, you cannot get out of the bed just yet. We need to make sure you’re okay,” a nurse who I didn’t know was in my room spoke up.
“I have to be somewhere. You don’t understand.” I breathed heavily. “Is my baby fine? How long have I been here? I need to go! What time is it?”
“Relax, Miss Omari. Your baby is okay, and that’s because you did very well in protecting yourself once being hit. Had you not put only a little pressure on the brakes, the oncoming traffic would have killed you both.”
I closed my eyes for a moment to silently thank God for saving my daughter, and me too, of course. I just knew she was gone; even while my car was spinning, I just knew it was over. But maybe God actually wanted me to have this little girl. Suddenly, my memory began to come back, and I remembered where I was headed when I got hit; to see my scheming aunt Charlie.
“Thanks, but I need to go.”
“You can’t go right now. You can leave once the doctor says it’s okay, which won’t be until tomorrow morning most likely, depending on what your tests and in-depth ultrasound say.”
Tears began to seep from my eyes upon hearing her words.
“I get that, but I swear I feel fine. My boyfriend needs me, and my other baby needs me too. And I have to go speak with my aunt about something. I just cannot lie here, I can’t.”
“Just relax, Miss Omari. It’s 7 p.m. at night and all you have to do is eat dinner, go to sleep, and then wake up tomorrow morning with great test results to leave.” Without another word, the nurse turned on her heels, and I began to sob.
As I lay on my pillow crying, I looked out the window, wondering what Ricky was doing and if he was okay. I hoped like hell that me not getting to his lawyer and Avalon in time didn’t mess anything up.
I also wondered what … Lily was like. I was still in disbelief and even wishing a little bit that the woman from earlier was just some weirdo playing a cruel joke on me. I couldn’t bear to think about having missed out on six years of Lily’s life, thinking she was dead this whole time. The mere thought brought about a painful ache in my stomach, so I pushed it from my mind in fear of harming the baby I was carrying.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Draylah?” A soft voice sang over the room.
I looked over my shoulder to see Avalon, and she was smiling gently. Turning on my back completely, I shook my head as more tears trickled down my cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I know I was supposed to come but—”
“It’s okay, honey. You were in an accident. We can get everything taken care of tomorrow.”
“Yeah, but now it’s just gonna be an even longer time that he’s locked up in there! And I don’t want that!” I yelled.
“What’s one day, Draylah? And there isn’t anything you can do about it right this second.”
“A day is a lot for me,” I whispered, staring up at the ceiling. “Do you know where my belongings are?”
“Your car is in the shop already, and I believe these are your things.” Avalon got up and lifted my Gucci bag.
“Could you please?” I reached out for my purse and she brought it to me.
I removed my phone, and then looked to see if I had any missed calls. I saw Bia, Kattlyn, Virginia, and even Angie had called me, but no Aunt Charlie. I then saw a missed call from an Unknown number, and I just knew it was Ricky. I couldn’t help it, so I just cried. I missed him so much, and I was devastated that I’d missed his call and let him down in the same day.
“Draylah, sweetheart, it’s alright—”
“No, it’s not. Can you just leave me alone, please? I will see you tomorrow afternoon.”
I didn’t mean to be rude, but she was annoying the fuck out of me trying to act like everything was okay. I was close to climbing out of this bed and fucking her up, so it was best she get on somewhere.
I laid in my bed, and went onto my Instagram to maybe keep my mind on other things. I replied to a few DM’s, which were just girls trying to book appointments, in which I referred them to put one in on my website.
I then ran across Ricky’s mug shot and the photos of him in cuffs on the popular page, and just shook my head. This was really happening. It was a very sexy mug shot and picture though, and that’s what the comments were saying too, which made me chuckle before sniffling. Every blog had it, with all kinds of stories that weren’t even really true. I read the comments on some, but then eventually stopped because some of them were annoying, especially the thirsty hoes and then the hating ass dudes who claimed Ricky couldn’t leave the hood behind and belonged in jail.
A few hours went by, and after I ate my dinner and took some medicine from the nurse, I had them dim the lights as I watched TV. Sanford and Son was on, which was okay.
My phone rang mid episode, and I looked down to see it was a San Antonio, Texas number. I frowned because I didn’t know anyone in Texas, but I decided to answer anyway.
“Hello?”
“How you doing, baby?” Ricky’s sexy voice spilled through the phone like smooth butter.
“Ricky?”
“Who the fuck else be calling you baby and shit? Don’t tell me I gotta put hands on somebody, Draylah. A nigga already in fucking jail.”
“No.” I chuckled. “I just … this is a Texas number. How did you get a Texas number?”
“Don’t worry about all that. Just know I can get ahold of you when I need to and vice versa. Tell me how you feeling? You aight? And my baby?”
“I’m just a little bruised on my collarbone, but I’m fine and so is she. I’m sorry I didn’t make it—”
“Don’t worry about that. I’m a big boy. You and her always come first, remember that, aight?”
I nodded as if he could see me, as a tear rolled down my face. I quickly wiped it because I knew if he was in front of me, he would tell me not to cry.
“Yep.” I let my hand fall to my stomach before caressing it. “What’s the word, Ricky?”
“Saying I killed a fucking D.A. I don’t know where this shit is coming from, which helps me not to worry too much. But then again, muthafuckas go down for shit they ain’t do every day.” He exhaled. I blinked back tears and swallowed hard. “You remember though, just because I’m in
here doesn’t mean I can’t do for you. I got you, same way I got you when I’m on the outside.”
“I know.”
“Don’t be playing in my pussy either. I’m jealous as fuck, you know that.”
Laughing, I replied, “You’re gonna be jealous of my fingers, baby?”
“You damn right. I ain’t trying to have to break them pretty muthafuckas off for touching my territory, ya know? I like making you cum too much to let someone or something else do that shit.”
I laughed harder because of how crazy this nigga was. He was probably serious too, especially because he wasn’t laughing.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about someone or something doing anything to me. I only want you.”
“You ain’t got a choice but to want me. Fuck you mean?” I chortled at his response and then he added, “And shit, I ain’t even worried about another nigga trying. I think them muthafuckas know better, but if not, I got enough bullets for everybody.”
“I bet,” I snickered lowly. “I miss you, Ricky.”
“I miss you too. When’s the last time we went a day without seeing one another?” He laughed sexily.
“Months and months ago,” I responded sadly at the thought.
“Aye, quit all that crying shit, Dray. Ain’t shit to cry about, plus, you supposed to be my little gangsta bitch, right?”
“Yeah.” I giggled and wiped my eyes.
“We in love, we got a baby coming, you survived that muthafuckin’ accident, and we got a lot of bread. No reason to be crying over this shit. I told you it’s gon’ get handled, and I’m gon’ be out this bitch soon. So don’t waste ya tears on this bullshit, daddy is gone fix it.”
I bit my lip, thinking back to the times I called him daddy during sex. He needed to get out like now.
“I know, daddy,” I responded seductively.
“Look at yo’ ass. About to have me in here jacking my shit over just ya fucking voice. Put the phone to your belly so I can talk to my baby.”
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