Page 113 of Makai


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“Hands behind your back, now!”

I remained silent. Jail was my destination and that was exactly where I wanted to be. The FN on the front seat and the extra magazines in the back would secure my spot. Anxiously, I awaited my transport. There were no words to be spoken. I needed the policeman to do their jobs and pay their debt to society.

“Any weapons?” one of the officers asked, before patting me down.

Silence.

“Any fucking weapons?”

Silence.

“I’m going to ask you once more!”

“You can ask me a hundred times, my nigga. I ain’t telling you shit. Do your job and do that shit quick. I’ve got somewhere to be.”

Anything that was said after I’d demanded a speedy transport was a blur.

The blinding blue lights turned into white ones that lit the ballroom that was covered from the ceiling to the floor with flowers that had cost me over ten thousand dollars.

It didn’t matter, though. It didn’t matter one bit. Because the smile on Glacier’s face as she cried tears of joy, obliterating the distance between us, was well worth it. Friends and family had gathered to celebrate our love. And just as Lawe had predicted, tears slipped from my eyes.

“Here, bro,” Trent said, attempting to hand me a napkin.

“Here,” Lawe interfered, snatching the tissue from Trent and stuffing it in his pocket so that his was my only option.

Trent had been appointed as the official best man, yet Lawe still hadn’t gotten the memo. Trent's position was beside me. Somehow, Lawe had made his way between us. He was sandwiched, nearly shoulder to shoulder, but didn’t give a fuck.

“Lawe.”

“Take the napkin before I give you something else to cry ’bout.”

With a shake of the head, I accepted the tissue he was giving me.

“Now, turn around and pay attention. We can talk about this later.”

“Talk about wha—”

“Later,” he hissed.

I focused on Glacier, putting my thoughts of Lawe and his delusion aside.

Come ’er, Mommas. I’m here.

* * *

“Face the wall.”

Stripped down without as much as a pair of briefs to cover my ass, I granted every request of the intake officer.

“Squat for me.”

Violated

Verb

The failure to comply with rules, regularities, or agreements.

Synonyms include: disregard, infract, transgress, defy, contravene

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