No answer, straight to voicemail. I looked at the phone and called his bitch ass again. This time, it rang and then went to voicemail.
That nigga was dogging me. My blood started to heat up like I’d been walking through hell. I sat on my bed and set the phone beside me, waiting for him to call me back.
Noise started to get loud on the block, more niggas were starting to wake up, and some other niggas started to fight. I sat on my bed watching it all, knowing what was gonna happen next.
Lockdown.
Monte came in shortly after they called it, slamming the cell door shut.
“Niggas know how to fuck up every damn thing,” he said, looking in my direction, and by the look on my face, he could tell I didn’t care about the shit. “You good, nigga?”
“Hell nah, that bitch ass lawyer of mine dogging me. The nigga was supposed to try to get me a bond today, but I haven’t heard shit from him.”
He shook his head. “Damn, nigga, that’s tough. Did you call his office?”
I shook my finger at him. “You are a smart nigga.”
I hopped on my phone and called the office, waiting for somebody to answer. I felt like the walls were closing in on me. Like I could hear every lil’ thing in surround sound, all the cell doors locking in unison. Niggas inside their cell mad and cussing out the group of niggas that was going to the hole.
Finally, his receptionist picked up.
“Groom’s Law Firm, how can I help you?”
“Yeah,” I said low. “I’ve been trying to call Mr. Groom’s cell phone, and he’s not picking up for me,” I responded.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, as I could hear her typing. “Mr. Groom is not in yet. Can I take a message?”
“Man, what? That nigga was supposed to file shit to get me a bond.”
“What’s your name?” she fired back.
“Gio, Gio Cannon.”
There was a slight pause. She continued to type, and then this bitch said, “I’m sorry, sir, nothing was filed today.”
“What the fuck you mean?!” I yelled into the phone.
Monte looked at me crazy; I know my face was twisted up. I jumped off the bed and tried to keep myself from yelling.
“What the fuck do you mean that nigga didn’t file shit? He came here, I talked to him, and he told me he was on the shit. Did my girl tell him to pull out?”
The bitched slammed on them damn keys some more.
“No, Mr. Cannon, nobody asked him to pull out. He just didn’t file anything or have a court runner do it. And again, he’s not in today, and nothing for you was passed on to anybody else.”
I nodded. “Tell that bitch I’d better know something by the end of the day.”
“Sir—"
“Bitch, you heard what the fuck you said.”
I cut that bitch off and hung up the phone and hid it, shaking my head.
“That nigga didn’t even file anything; he’s not even in the fuckin’ office.”
“Damn, nigga,” Monte said. “She gonna tell him to come view you?”
I nodded. “She better, I’m not playin’ with that nigga.”
