D'Kiyah, trying to breathe as little as the putrid air as possible, casually flipped through a fifteen-page discharge packet, skimming through the questions.
Most of them she had no answers for. She didn't know much about Von. D'Kiyah filled out as much of the paperwork as she could.
She didn't have the time to outline Von's entire life, 90 percent of which she knew nothing about. A'Marionn ranted on just enough for D'Kiyah to pass a friend of the family.
MEANWHILE...
"Hey, you!" the officer shouted into Von's holding cell.
"Ma cousin here?" Von jumped up in excitement. He smoothed the front of his jumpsuit with his hands as if to iron out the wrinkles and rubbed his hands together.
"Well, if that sweet piece of ass sitting out front is your cousin, I have a proposition for you."
"What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? You betta get gon' wit' that gay shit, brah. I don't give a damn if you are the law." Von was furious that the officer had made a gay pass at him and his cousin A'Marionn. He quickly tried to regain his composure as he thought that perhaps the officer was just trying to get a rise out of him.
The officer just laughed at Von. He was serious about the woman, however, so he decided to inquire about the lady in the lobby once more.
"So who is the chick, your ho, your baby mama? Who?"
Von didn't respond this time. He just stood there. He had his head and chin turned up and his nose flared as the officer took off his handcuffs and threw him his plastic bag with his belongings in them.
Von seemed to undress in one swoop. He was beaming, skinning, and grinning like a kid in a candy store. He hadn't done any real time but felt like he had been absent from civilization for a few years at least.
Von dug through the bag a few times with a question- able look on his face. "Y'all got me for my bread and watch, I see. It's good!" Von could feel the heat in his chest rise. It fell quickly. His only mission was to get home, take a long shower, and set on the hunt for his drugs and money.
He tossed the jumpsuit in the corner of his cell and fol- lowed the officer out into the discharge area. He signed his name hurriedly and searched the room for A'Marionn.
D'Kiyah noticed Von and began refreshing her makeup. She wasn't sure he would remember her, but she wanted to make a good impression on him. Von frequented the club where she worked, but she never had the pleasure of dancing for him. He was too loud for her, always throwing around singles as if they were hundreds.
The girls in the club actually called A'Marionn "Hunnid." All he rolled with was a stack of hundred-dollar bills. He would spend a bill on drinks, a bill on a girl, but he never engaged with anyone on a sociable level until D'Kiyah came along.
Both A'Marionn and D'Kiyah would agree that he was better sober. His mental devices were well tempered with under the influence. He was a horrible drunk.
Von looked around the room once again. He was beginning to get upset.
"Who you say made my bail again?" Von asked the officer.
"Hey, Von." D'Kiyah threw her arm up and sashayed toward Von and the officer.
"That her. She the piece of ass of I was telling you about," the officer grunted and cleared his throat as he lowered his chin and watched D'Kiyah's every move while she approached.
"Ah, man, naw, that's the broad from the club. I wonder what the fuck she doin' here?"
Von leaned in and commented under his breath as if the officer was one of his boys. Noticing his slip in judgment, Von looked alarmed at the officer, hoping he hadn't paid too much attention to his last statement.
"Well, since you seem to be having some difficulties with mating this one, I'll take her off your hands."
Von didn't respond to the officer; instead, he took to eyeing D'Kiyah himself in an effort to pick apart her motives.
"You ready?" D'Kiyah stood clutching her phone, scroll- ing from screen to screen and reading text messages as if she was following the directions of someone.
"Yessss, damn, I told you I would," D'Kiyah recited aloud as she hurriedly texted back with a look of frustration.
Von's eyes were dead on hers, waiting for the deceit to give her away. "Yeah, let's go."
D'Kiyah waved good-bye to the officer who couldn't seem to stop staring at her breasts protruding from the top of her black minidress.
D'Kiyah's nipples were well defined. She couldn't hide her excitement. She was so wet she feared her juices may soon drip down her legs. It was crazy how the thought of A'Marionn's touch could nearly bring her to come in public. D'Kiyah took in a deep breath as she felt her clit harden and tickle the satin in her panties.
"Well, let's go," she said, erotically exhaling with a slight moan that stroked Von's interest to probe. D'Kiyah turned on her heel and led the way to her car.
Von hopped in the car with her, exercising very little judgment in the matter. First question that should have probed his mind was simple. Why the hell was this broad picking him up from jail? Second, where the fuck was A'Marionn? Third thing, a bitch comes out of the woodwork from a club-red flag automatically. What did she need? Who was she fuckin' with? Did he send her? Lastly, where the fuck was his loot?
Thing was, he had better rock and roll with ole girl, temporarily, at least. Perhaps she was the smoke screen he needed to keep his affairs on the low.
D'Kiyah switched around to the back of her whip and popped open the trunk. Von was chill, which was a surprise to her.
His ass was loud and obnoxious. That much she knew. She was waiting for him to lay into her. Her motives were clear, and the story she had for him was clear as well. It was simple. A'Marionn said he wasn't fuckin' with him, and she found the shit foul. So she came to his rescue and thought he should know that his cousin was running major drug sales in not only corporate America, but in the hood. Territories Von deemed as his own.
The plot was thick as shit. She could care less, cause, real talk. She would have been more loyal than a muthafucka to A'Marionn, but he was playing games like his shit was Platinum or somethin'.
D'Kiyah came around to the driver's seat and got in. She immediately started in on Von, placing her hands on his lap and traveling close to his dick. Von's leg tensed. He could feel his shit rise. He cursed under his breath.
He knew his ass was in trouble. The pussy was a severe problem he had yet to get a grip on. He already had a gang of baby mamas running around the hood.
His main bitch, however, was this nerd chick who attended California State University, Fresno. He got to see her only on holidays and a few times during the year when he drove up there to surprise her. More for his own benefit. He was scared of his attachment to Nadia. He wasn't sure if she was this Goodie Two-shoes and whether he could trust her with his life.
In all honesty, Von wasn't trying to get caught up with none of them hoes. The baby mama drama was a bit much considering he had drugs to sell, money to make, and bitches to fuck.
His current girl was definitely mainstream pussy. Pussy he could bring home to moms—if he had one.
Von's mom had been dead for ten years on account of a drug overdose, and his dad was his uncle, so his family was full of dysfunction.
Love was overrated. The sound of it scared the shit out of 'im. He couldn't deny his feelings for Nadia, which was the main reason he kept a close watch on her. He seriously wanted to wife Monica when the time was right, but for now, he was cool with her doing the school thing while he stacked his chips.