Page 4 of Baby, You're My Weakness
She leaped to her feet instantly, and that’s a damn shame. Once she got off me, I readjusted myself in my slacks.
“Okay. You don’t have to be so dramatic. I came in to warn you about your new parolee coming next Monday,” she said, pulling down the edges of her pencil skirt.
My eyebrows knitted together. I’m handling fifty-six paroles right now, I don’t need another one.
“Who is he?” I inquired, pressing my fingers against my forehead. My head been pounding all day. I usually kept a bottle of ibuprofen in my top drawer, but I used the last two yesterday.
“She,” she emphasized, passing me the file she dropped on the chair. This is a prime example of why she doesn’t need to be nobody’s supervisor. Trying to get some dick, instead of handling her business first.
“Baby–something,” she added, confusion on her face.
Baby?My heart thumped wildly in my chest at the thought of this baby, being that baby. I opened the file and scanned the name at the top.
Shit!
Baby Wilcox.
Well, I be damned. The last time I saw this girl was right before she was arrested. We had mutual friends, so we were always in the same place at the same time, but we never spoke to each other.
I had my eyes on her since I saw her at a block party about five years ago. My homeboy Messiah invited Jayda, some girl he fucked around with, and told her to come through. I was twenty at the time, a young wild bull. A typical corner boy, selling bagswith nothing on my mind but money. I had a change of heart when Jayda walked in with Baby behind her.
She was the finest bitch I’d ever seen. Her warm brown eyes locked on mine, but I was too stuck on watching her to move my goddamn feet. I lost the opportunity altogether when my nigga T.K. slid up on her.
I knew I had no chance when she started grinning hard as hell in his face. He a smooth talking muthafucka, and ain’t no bitch encountered T.K., that he ain’t get. Aside from that, he was my boy, and I ain’t no hoe ass nigga. I honestly didn’t think anything was gone happen between them.
Baby wasn’t the kind of broad he usually went for.
But when her and Jayda walked off from us, he went on and on about how much he liked her. Naturally, I stepped aside.
I only saw Baby six times after that, and every time, she was up under him. We never spoke directly. However, whenever we got in the same room, a nigga couldn’t help but seek her out. Despite how interested she seemed in him, I was craving her attention. The subtle glances she threw my way when she thought I wasn’t looking made me believe she wanted the same thing.
Even though I told myself it is what it is, I was mad as hell she chose him. He was the wrong nigga from jump. Ain’t no way he knew how to satisfy her mind and body the way that I could.
Then, shit just went left when that accident happened.
Everybody heard about it, but nobody knew the real story. When she got arrested, it was hood news for months. Everywhere I went, I heard about Baby and T.K., but even his ass ain’t say what really happened, not even to us.
She got his ass good, though. He came through looking all kinds of fucked up. His eyes were swollen, and he was missing a tooth in the front. I saw the damage, but I still told him he was a bitch made nigga for calling the police. I’m the only one whocalled him out on it. Even my brother was on his side, saying she deserved what she got. He was always a follow the leader ass nigga when it came to T.K. so I wasn’t surprised when he jumped ship. I would’ve had some bitches beat the shit out of her, if need be, but the last thing I’m gonna do is snitch on a female. That ain’t part of the game I wanna play.
Needless to say, I was heated, and me and T.K. never got back right. When we see each other now, neither one of us speaks to the other and I ain’t got a problem with that.
I was throwed when I heard she got sentenced to three years. It made me want to track his bitch ass down and do him in myself. I mean, what she did was foul too, but still.
My judgement may have been clouded by the way I felt about her, the way I still feel about her.
“You heard me, Love?”
I was interrupted by Lauren’s voice, and for a second, I forgot her ass was still in my office.
“What?” I started doing bullshit, like straightening out papers on my desk. Just thinking about Baby got me feeling some type of way. It’s been so damn long since I let my mind go there.
“I asked if it’ll be a problem with you taking this case? Any conflict of interest?”
I know she gotta ask me this question. It’s mandatory, but this is the first time I hesitated to give her a response. We can’t have no connections, no ties at all to the cases we handle.
This is where I’m supposed to tell her, yeah, I do.
But shit, technically, we never even spoke. But that’s just me tryna make whatever situation this is, okay.
