Money & Love Don't Mix by Ace Gucciano

Author:Ace Gucciano [Gucciano, Ace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Romance, Urban, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B00TD962WE
Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
Published: 2015-02-08T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Detective Sims escorted Trouble inside the jail where the intake officers strip-searched him, took a mug shot, and fingerprinted him before sending him upstairs to his dorm on the seventh floor. Which was where all the close security inmates who had been charged with severe crimes were being housed. The minute he stepped foot in the dorm he headed straight to his room and unpacked his property.

“What’s good my nigga?! Dey call me Trigga I’m yo’ roommate.”

“My nigga dey call me Trouble.” He replied as they gave one another some dap, then he made up his bunk, got in it to give his body the rest it was in need of.

Click, Click, Click, was the sound of the officer clicking Trouble’s cell door from the control booth early the next morning to get their attention however, Trouble didn’t hear a sound due to him being in a deep sleep and still exhausted from the day before. Therefore, Trigga went to see what they wanted. When he returned he started shaking him.

“Trouble…Trouble!”

“Yeah what’s up bruh?!” he madly inquired as he rolled to see what he wanted still half sleep.

“My bad fo’ waking you up my nigga, but da’ officer just told me you gotta visit.”

He was puzzled, wondering why the hell his mom came to visit him knowing he hated being seen at his lowest. But he put his pride to the side, got himself together and headed out to the visitation booth. Once he made it, there sat a middle aged white male wearing a suit looking over a little paperwork. After looking around and noticing that they were the only two in the visiting area he had a feeling the guy was there to see him. So he took a seat and grabbed the receiver.

“Hey are you Daunte Jones?” he questioned.

“Yeah, who you be?”

“I’m Barrie from the Public Defender’s office, and I’ll be representin’ you on your case unless you already have someone of course…Do you already have representation or a plan on getting some?”

“No sir, I don’t,” he replied before yawning, “So, what’s good, Mr. Barrie?” he seriously inquired.

“You tell me Daunte…I looked at your charges and I see you’re being charged with six different felonies,what happened?”

Trouble got defensive instantly telling him, “I really don’t remember. It seem like I been having a hard time remembering shit ever since I came out my coma.”

By him being a ten year vet at doing time he had sense enough to know that at the end of the day, the same public defender that represented a nigga, is the same motherfucker that sit down and have lunch with the prosecutor while gossiping over different cases. So he wasn’t going out like that…naw, not Trouble.

He replied with a head nod, “Okay! Now before I let you go I need you to try and remember what all took place the day these crimes were committed. So I can figure out what I think we should do.”

“A’ight!” he replied, hanging up the receiver and heading back to the dorm.

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