21 Questions by Jackson Nicole & Jackson Nicole

Author:Jackson, Nicole & Jackson, Nicole [Jackson, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-12-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16 Tre sat down on the steel chair, watching his younger brother approach the glass window. Offering a small smile, he and Maine locked eyes. Maine then sat down, and grabbed the receiver, never bothering to return the smile.

“Hey,” Kyra spoke with a wave of the hand. She stood next to Tre, awaiting her opportunity to speak to Maine.

Maine gave her a simple head nod.

Picking up the receiver, Tre cleared his throat. “What’s up, nigga? Smile. Something, shit.”

Maine sucked his teeth. “Aint shit to smile about. She didn’t let you bring him, huh?”

Tre sighed heavily. “It’s them hormones, man. You know Eema aint usually this damn stubborn. She still aint talking to mama, and that’s not like her. You know she usually fuck with Joyce, regardless of anything.”

“Yeah,” Maine slid his tongue across his teeth, as he absently gazed at the wall behind his brother and Kyra. “It’s a lot of shit she usually do.”

“Anyway, fuck her,” Tre attempted to change the subject. “What’s up? What the lawyer talking about?”

Maine shrugged. “The same shit. The eye witness is the key to the whole case. And honestly, after hearing her statement I feel like the bitch is reaching, saying she seen shit she didn’t, throwing a nigga under the bus, because of what she think. But putting it to the laws like she know…Feel what I’m saying?” he questioned, as he purposely spoke vaguely, implying that Gina probably didn’t technically witness the murder, but lied and said she did, going off her hunches. So, now it was up to him and his lawyer to pick apart her statement. However, he was careful about what he said right then, in an effort in not incriminating himself.

Tre nodded, as he poked out his bottom lip. “I overstand you, nigga. We gotta handle up.”

Maine silently nodded.

“But yeah, man, the fuck is up with your hair,” Tre kidded. “Your pretty ass don’t know nobody in there that cuts hair? I can’t believe you letting that shit get all wild in your face,” he referred to his facial hair.

Maine dragged a frustrated palm across his mouth. “Man, Ion give a fuck about my hair, or shit else. This girl aint brought her ass up here, and let me see my son. My baby. She’s fucking pregnant with my baby,” he mumbled, as if he was just realizing that. “I don’t even know what she’s having…”

“It’s a girl,” Tre informed him.

“A girl?” Maine paused. “Who told you?”

“Poo-Poo’s mama told us.”

Maine nodded, as a slight smirk eased onto his face. “A girl,” he repeated. Thinking of never being able to hold his daughter beyond prison walls entered his mind, and that smirk disappeared as fast as it came. “This shit is fucked up, man.”

“My nigga, hold your head up. It’s gon get greater later,” Tre attempted to cheer him up.

“Nah, man. I…I can’t fucking function. I mean, Ion know if I’m ever getting out of this bitch…and Nyeema…she just. She just,” he swallowed hard. “I…I need to see my son…and her.

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