The day Christy was arrested Ryella had been home for a week, I hadn't really had time to kick it, it felt like I was a new mommy and like I had never done the newborn thing before. Of course when Boogie first came home Redd's mama took over. I didn't mind, I was clueless, but it had been a major mistake. I need all those days back. Ryella was constantly strapped to me in the baby carrier everywhere I went. Christy and I had just agreed to go to the Galleria when she arrived back in town we had to put our plan in motion now that I was progressing physically. I was trying to persuade Twan to move to Florida, she would come along and Tobias probably would join eventually as well. I had begun to feel some type of way about that nigga, and the fact that Christy was becoming real submissive pissed me off.
"Damn, was I speeding? Fuck! Im getting pulled over," she said. She laid down the phone and greeted the officer flirtatiously as he approached the car. "Nice ride," he said. "License and registration, proof of insurance..."
I heard her being compliant, why would she have anything to worry about? We had been cautious."What's your name," he asked while she retrieved the paperwork.
"Karma Creighton," she said. "Why did u stop me?"
"Speeding. 75 in a 65." I heard him radio something.
She gave him everything he requested. He verified the insurance and registration...but I also heard him request a female office and knew that wasn't good. It could have been for anything.
"Step out of the vehicle," he said. She had managed to send me a puzzled emoji, I sent one back. Then I sent the goat...because she was the true goat.
"Am I being arrested?" She asked, he confirmed her beliefs, "for First Degree Murder. Warrant from over in Keithville."
"WHAT? FOR MURDER? I HAVEN'T KILLED NOBODY!"
Lying ass...but oh well.
The female officer pulled up, I heard her patting her down asking if she had weapons or gun. They didn't know she was a lethal weapon, but that was the last thing I heard before the male officer ended our call. He had also requested backup. I wondered if she had memorized my number. I knew they would tow her car and I hadn't even asked what she was driving all I knew she was on I-35 headed toward the Hilton. Murder. Damn bitch. He hadn't said Capital, soooo, she had a bond, and would definitely touch down. I hadn't remembered her lawyers name but she had one, and hadn't known if she wanted me to tell Lamont or not. I would just have to wait for her call. Days passed, I had begun to worry. She hadn't called from the prison and being that it was a warrant from Keithville I knew she would be there at least 24 hours before those bastards even allowed her to make a phone call but it was going on a week. Maybe she hadn't known my phone number, a property request to retrieve it from her phone could take months. However I last remembered it being left in the car. Damn. I began to call attorneys, everyone I could possibly find to see if she was one of their clients. I went down the list, finally after three days I found an old white attorney who knew her and Lamont. "She will pay u," I said. "Im worried, I don't even know why she hasn't called." I could not watch the local news, he said he had seen the story, nor had I known how to search online, I needed a booking number. Had the bitch even get been booked in, did they kill her? I called so much the first day they remembered my nigga ass from when I called for Twan so much. I gave Mr. Flannery, the attorney, all the info I had. He told me he wasn't in practice any longer but his daughter was and to wait for her call. He mentioned calling Lamont, I had to talk him out of it, but I knew it was only to secure the payment. He would get paid. I needed them to find out if she had a bond and then I would move her even if I had to break in her home. We had shared secrets and relied on one another's loyalty so I knew I could touch her. 4 more days passed and then the attorney finally called back.
Christy had been charged with two counts of first degree murder, her bond was set at a million dollars. Apparently, she had went to jail recently and had been fingerprinted and also they had taken her dna, a new procedure that got her jammed up. They had checked the database for a match on the hair found underneath Mandel's nails when he was first killed, but she hadn't been arrested yet so no match. The bitch just had to super glue Lamont's dick, he locked her stupid ass up. Now that they had a dna profile they put out a warrant for her arrest. I knew the bitch was smart but why hadn't I heard from her, also I was in a fucked up predicament, Twan's sister had died too.
The attorney said she had been in Segregation, I wondered why. What had she done? There was only one cell for segregated women, which was Seg 6.
I imagined Mike talking to her. I imagined her writing on the window with tissue and showing her titties in the daytime, hell...she was having fun. Did she know she had a bond? She had to. Something had to be wrong. Did she eat the biscuits? They were made from clay, I had proof.
Finally BeBe, she insisted I called her that, but Faith... went to the prison, and they visited, an attorney /client privilege. I had asked her to give her my number. She called after she left and said Christy already knew it.
Fuck that bitch, I was mad and realized...well never mind. I started focusing on Twan because I knew he had me, sneaky or not and he treated me like a queen for giving him a daughter. We had everything. I could only hold her on my right side so when she wasn't strapped to me he had her. She also slept on his chest. He loved me, I loved him, we loved her. He wanted more, I was so afraid.
I had found out Shan and Netta hadn't been abducted but Twan's father had them. I kept dissecting that bitch's story, some shit hadn't made sense. I needed to know what was up with Pops. He and Twan didn't communicate at all.
One day I decided to play wifey and cook, Twan had wine, I hadn't smoked since I been home I hadn't had the desire...Ryella was my desire. He coerced me, and gave her to Carlita, she agreed to babysit for the night even though we were in the same home. I didn't trust that bitch and nothing about her, why? I would soon find out. She was a woman scorned, never trust those bitches. Tobias had not shown her any attention in a while, it was as if he grieved Christy's absence. What had she done to that nigga, it truly was no fucking telling. We smoked, and sipped the Chardonnay As soon as we laid down my phone rang, I paid it no mind he was kissing my stretch marks and I hadn't wanted to stop him, they stretched pretty far down. It rang again, this time I opened my eyes and saw Christy's contact picture from across the room, my phone laid on the floor where Twan had thrown it because he wanted "undivided attention". I tensed, Twan could tell..."U wanna get that?" He asked, sarcastically.
I didn't answer, but hell yea, I wanted to talk to that home breaker and apparently she was out.
My attention span for Twan decreased, he got pissed and wanted to argue. "YALL FUCKING?"
He asked...
Well um, not exactly Bae. U and I are fucking...
He left out the room, and I knew he was trying to see if I would go for the phone. I watched the screen while she called again, and again. I knew if the bitch had a car, and apparently she had hers, she would soon show up. The doorbell rang, I held my breath. It was pizza for Carlita. I hadn't had any since Sabrina ordered it for me. Soon I saw some headlights turn in the driveway, I could tell by their design it was a foreign car. Twan was acting like a real bitch but I had to go outside and see her, my heart was beating fast, I knew he was going to be mad. My phone rang, I answered. "Don't call me now," I said. "U must be alright."
"Come out," she said.
She had lost a couple pounds and I had told her so much about Seg 6 it amused me that she had witnessed it, how coincidental. I wondered if she would come clean about the murders, she could trust me. I sat inside the car, she wanted to drive off, I'd be fighting soon. She became aggressive trying to rip off my shirt and kiss my neck. I knew Twan was probably spying and hoped he hadn't saw her.
"Ok, drive off...I said."
"Damn, I missed u," she said before trying to put her tongue in my mouth. She then handed me some folded paper. I instantly recognized it. "Bitch it took me days to pull this shit out of that crack..."
It was Code. Redd's letter.
She drove toward her room and she said she had given BeBe Power of Attorney over her money so she could bond out. Also Mandel was her child's father, that's why her hair was under his nails. They fucked, but so what...when they found them they had an approximate time of death, either they had to prove what time he died, or what time they fucked. (Alternate Persona) Could they prove when she conceived? Where was the child? With her father...
The bitch hadn't needed representation, she would probably beat the charges, they had no other proof, or did they? Maybe not, but Twan would kill her if he found out...I knew he would.
"Let's move to Florida," she said. "Tomorrow, I have 3 million dollars. Well, Lamont does..."