Page 27 of Baby, You're My Weakness
He glimpsed down at him with a sickening grin. “You know where you were two hours ago, Mr. Hamilton, and you know what you did. We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
I was shaking my head before he even got the rest of his sentence out. I hate these smug muthafuckas.
I took note of the way Love hung his head in defeat, as if he’s accepting his fate even though he was innocent. He couldn’t have robbed anybody when he was with me at my house two hours ago.
Two-armed guards lifted him up off the floor, and I tried to talk to them, but Love locked eyes with me briefly.
“No, Baby,” he spat, moving out of my sight.
Somehow, he must’ve known what I was gonna say. I was dumbfounded and confused.
What the fuck does he mean ‘no’? Why would he rob a store, then take me out to a public place two hours later?
“I don’t understand.” I tried to run up beside him so he could explain, but a swat officer gripped my arm to hold me back.
“Love!” I choked out, yanking my arm out of his grasp.
Pulling at my hair, I watched helplessly as they loaded him into a van. I asked the first person I saw if I could use her phone. I needed a ride to the station. I had to tell them the truth. I started dialing, then my hands froze over the buttons. In that moment, I realized why he said no. As much as I want to get him out of this, I can’t help him. I can’t have any ties. I’m his alibi, but I’ll be sent back to prison if I talked. My breath coming out in short pants, tears rolled down my eyes.
“Fuck!” I yelled, tugging on my hair. I dialed my auntie’s number, and she picked up on the third ring.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Auntie, it’s Baby.” I heard a lot of noise in the background, before it suddenly went silent.
“What’s going on? Whose number is this?” she questioned frantically.
“I need you to pick me up,” I choked out, wiping under my eyes with my thumb. I looked around so I could get the name of the restaurant. She told me she’ll be here soon, and hung up, so I gave the phone back to the person I borrowed it from.
I stood outside, and cried for the next ten minutes before she pulled up. She asked me what happened, and I didn't have an answer. I didn’t know either. There were so many things I'm confused about.
I completely ignored her and Kenny. Both of them staring at me with a look of worry from the front seat. Once the belt was trapped in, I laid my head back and cried some more. Auntie couldn’t help but be in my business.
“So, you not gone tell me what happened?”
Sighing, I raised my head up to stare at her. Kenny was driving, trying not to listen.
“Not now, auntie. I’ll tell you later,” I muttered, before closing my eyes.
I had a split fucking headache. I can’t believe Love got arrested right in front of me. I hated that he’s going through this, and I can’t do anything about it. I felt so helpless.
When we pulled up, Leah’s car in the driveway and I'm glad she’s home. I needed to tell somebody about this.
I was so anxious, I leaped out before Kenny could put the car in park.
“Leah?” I called out, running to the back room.
I heard music coming from under her door, and knocked before I realized she wouldn’t be able to hear me. I twisted the knob just to see if it’s locked and the metal twisted open. Leah never leaves her door unlocked, so she must’ve been in a rush when she came home.
Sticking my head in, the first thing I noticed was the bed moving hard. My eyes almost popped outta my head. She was having sex here when she knows one of us could show up anytime.
“Yessss, daddy!” she moaned.
I had enough eavesdropping and was about to close the door behind me when I heard a grunt that made my blood run cold. I knew that voice. I knew it so well, I could pick it out of a lineup with a blindfold on.
Ain’t nobody else in the world doing back-to-back grunts at the peak of pleasure, but one muthafucka.
Taking long strides over to the bed, I pulled the covers back and screamed. This is who my sister spending her Valentine’s Day with?!
