by Mz. Lady P
“Jayceon Bennett.” I turned around and I looked at the white guy with a FBI badge around his neck. I looked around and there was other officers surrounding Tech, Rashad, and Dominic. As bad as I wanted to take off, I knew that I couldn’t. My girl, my kids, and my mother were in the same room with me so I didn’t want to do anything to scare them. I knew we were about to be taken in custody. I’ve done so much shit so there was no telling what the hell I was under arrest for.
“Yeah, that’s me. Can I just have a minute with my Fiancé?”
“You have one minute and I then I have to take you in.” I looked over at Bella and tears were streaming down her face.” I wiped her tears with my thumbs and kissed her lips one last time before I was hauled off to jail.
“Don’t do that. I need you to hold shit down while I’m away. I promise I’m coming home to you and my kids. Just hold a nigga down. I’m going to need you in order to get through this. Can you hold me down?”
“Of course, I’ll hold you down.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. I kissed her one last time and kissed my kids.
“I love y’all so much. Keep that pussy tight aight.”
“We love you, too, and I will.” When I turned around, Tech, Dominic and Rashad were already in handcuffs. I hated to see Chloe, Shayla, and my sister crying, not to mention, my mother. I mouthed the words I love you to her. My father walked over and gave me dap. I turned to the officer and held my hands out for them to slap the handcuffs on.
“Take me to jail,” I said as I blew a kiss at him. As I walked away, I refused to look back at my family. I would probably cry if I saw Bella crying again.
Two days later, we were in the Federal Detention Center in Miami. I knew that we were being charged with the bank robberies that we had committed. There were so many counts I had lost count. I knew that my crew would never rat each other out, so we were about to fight this shit. As I sat across from my lawyer Joel Rubenstein, I was becoming impatient as he sat quietly going over some paperwork. I paid this nigga good ass money to retain him, so he better had get us the fuck out of here.
“Tell me something good, JR.”
“Mr. Bennett, I’ve been going over the paperwork and this is going to be a hard case to beat. The State has a witness that is willing to testify against you and your crew. They claimed to have firsthand knowledge of the bank robberies. I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I’ve been your lawyer since you were sixteen. However, I think you should know who it is.” Joel slid a picture across the table and I damn near passed out looking at the face on the picture. I put my head down and realized I was in jail because of that bitch that I gave the world to and I would do anything for. The love I had in my heart for this woman ran deep. We shared the most special bond a man and woman could share. Our precious Angelica. This bitch Fatima wasn’t dead but in the Witness Protection Program trying to take the Ski Mask Mafia down.