Page 43 of He Don't Play About Me
Sitting in the back on the other side.
My jaw tightened.
“What the hell…” I whispered to myself, but Bully heard me.
He turned and saw what I saw and sucked his teeth.
“Who is that?” I asked him under my breath.
He took a second.
“Some crackhead, I told you.”
I nodded, and before I could focus back on the court, I heard the judge say, “Bond denied.”
And like that, court was over.
I instantly felt anger hit my chest. I looked at Gio. He was already leaning forward in his chair, looking at Mr. Groom.
“Nigga, you better do something about that,” he muttered with a tone that said he was far from playin’.
Mr. Groom calmly nodded.
“I’m going to get right to work on it.
Gio turned back toward me.
“I’ma be on his ass until he gets me out,” he said.
I could tell he was pissed.
I nodded even though I felt sick.
Gio opened his mouth, about to say something, and paused, looking past me. His face changed for a split second.
Not fear.
More like… recognition.
Then he fixed his expression.
The guard walked over and grabbed his arm, and he stood up.
“Don’t leave yet,” he said quietly.
I watched until he disappeared through the door. Then I stood up and walked out of the courtroom with Bully, Mr. Groom, and the rest of them niggas behind me.
They waited around with me for a while, then slowly started to leave, Bully being the last one to go.
Ten minutes passed, then twenty, and then, finally, a side door opened.
“Ms. Walker,” Mr. Groom said with a nod.
I stood up and walked into the room where Gio was changing out of his suit. The second he saw me, he stopped unbuttoning his shirt, and I damn near ran into his arms.
Gio held me tight.
Real tight.
