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Hot Water
By: deHamm Date: May 5, 2019, 9:46 pm
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DeAndre sighed as he slapped hands with his cell mate for the
last 3 months, then officer escorted him out of the cell block.
As he made the journey to be a free man again he couldn't help
but think bout where he went wrong again. This time he was
guilty just by association and the contact he'd made with law
enforcement was enough to violate his parole. Fortunately, his
parents came through with a good lawyer that was able to call in
a favor.
As he walked out of the jail house, he heard one of the officers
behind the window.
Officer. We'll keep your bed warm for you alright? You hurry
back home for supper..
The officers laughed as he sighed shaking his head. Part of him
felt like he'd lost it all, and the first time he'd walked out
of the gates of hell, he still had some fight in him.... This
time he was lost and didn't know where he would start..
He smirked slightly when he saw his dad parked across the street
in his old school. DeAndre made his way over to the car and
tossed his bag in the back as he made it to the passenger seat.
Andre. Hey son..
DeAndre. Waddup pop?
Andre pulled off from the jail as DeAndre sighed looked at the
scenery.
Andre. How you feel?
DeAndre glanced over at Andre and shook his head.
DeAndre. Like shit..
Andre. You'll be alright... It's part of the game.. You win some
and you lose some... It aint over yet though..
DeAndre continued to look out at the scenery as he sighed and
mumbled.
DeAndre. Yeah it is..
He thought back to the handcuffs snapping around his wrist as he
made eye contact with Mariah. He saw the fury in her eyes and he
knew whatever he'd thought he was working on with her and Cade
was dead.
DeAndre. Where we going?
Andre. We gon go sit down with Marcus and Xay...
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Re: Hot Water
By: BigBossJay Date: May 5, 2019, 10:07 pm
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Xavier sipped his drink and shook his head at the thought of
everything that was happening to them. His head was pounding
like it had been almost daily for the past 3 months of his life.
Olivia walked to him and looked up at him softly as he shook his
head.
Xavier. We were so careful, Liv. With everything.
Olivia. We'll figure this out, Xavier.
Xavier. Even if we do, none of it will be the same. All the
businesses have been closed for months, accounts are frozen, all
our allies are running scared because the feds are snooping too
close for comfort. On the off chance that we do get off free and
clear, we have to find a way to build from the fuckin' bottom
like we're nobodies.
Xavier sighed when their mother walked to them.
Tasia. Xavier, look at me.
He poured another drink, glancing at his mother.
Tasia. We're going to be fine. Everything is going to work out,
okay?
Xavier. Are we waiting on DeAndre to get here?
Olivia. Uncle Dre is coming with him now.
Xavier. I can't imagine how he's feeling right now, man.
Xavier checked his phone again and sighed.
Tasia. Justin hasn't called you back?
Xavier. Not since they arrested me at his apartment that night.
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Re: Hot Water
By: deHamm Date: May 5, 2019, 10:45 pm
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Amiya paced the floor in her room as she fussed at herself.
Amiya. Think ****.. Think..
She continued to come up short as she stared at the little stick
on her dresser. She slowly made her way back to the test and
read it again. "Pregnant"
Amiya. Biiiiitch...
She plopped on her bed and looked around the room. She and
Josiah were already packed in her childhood bedroom since she'd
lost everything she had with her arrest, and now she was
pregnant and looking at spending a lot of years behind bars.
Amiya. I can't have another baby... You're already in over your
head..
She looked at herself in the mirror.
Amiya. You can't kill it either ****... You'd never forgive
yourself..
She continued to stare at herself in the mirror until she heard
a knock on the door. Her eyes bucked wide and she slid the test
under her leg as the door popped open..
Marcus. Hey babygirl... I was just checking on you.. Dre and D2
almost here...
Amiya nodded.
Amiya. I'll be down in a second..
Marcus nodded and pulled her door shut again leaving her alone
in her room. Her heart raced as she thought about how
disappointed her parents would be with her again. She'd already
been forced to move back home with Josiah, and now she was
pregnant by a man she hadn't spoken to in months. She gave a
sigh and stood up off of the bed. "**** my life man..."
She eventually made her way downstairs just as DeAndre and Andre
were walking in.
Amiya. Welcome back..
DeAndre and Amiya embraced.
DeAndre. I guess..
They all made their way into the living room and Amiya took a
seat off to herself. Her mind was still racing from learning
that she's with child, but it explained why she'd been feeling
weird when she thought she was just stressed
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Re: Hot Water
By: BigBossJay Date: May 5, 2019, 11:01 pm
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Marcus. How you, nephew?
DeAndre. Good as I'm gon' be.
Marcus embraced him and watched as he made his way straight to
MJ. They embraced each other and Marcus couldn't help but think
back to when he, Andre, and Xayvion were first arrested together
years ago. He shook his head.
Marcus. Now that D2 is out, we figured it would be as good a
time as any to sit down with y'all. See where your heads are at.
Dre. This ain't kid gloves they hitting y'all with.
Olivia. They said something about a RICO law?
Marcus sighed.
Marcus. RICO basically means they know y'all ain't nickle and
diming. They know y'all are running an actual organization. If
they're throwing RICO, it's because they've got the evidence to
throw RICO.
The air got sucked out of the room.
Jamal. So what are we supposed to do? We can fight it, but if
they got all this evidence...
Dre. You ain't snitching like no sucka. That's for damn sure.
Nichelle. What did they say they wanted? They took y'all in,
they threw RICO out, but none of y'all are actually charged yet.
They had to want something.
MJ. Me.
Marcus looked at his son, who'd spoken his first word in what
felt like weeks.
MJ. They already told me. They know I'm the leader, they know my
hand was in everything, and they know that I know all the big
fish. If they give me up, they can all walk free and they'll
just come at me.
Monica. Baby, they wouldn't do that.
MJ. That's exactly what they want. Calhoun is the lead
investigator.
Marcus cringed at the name Calhoun, shaking his head. Detective
Calhoun was a career policeman who had run ins with them when
they were barely wet behind the ears.
MJ. He can't get dad, so he's gon' get me.
Amiya. Well, we're not snitching on you. We all played a part.
MJ. Yeah...
The room fell silent again.
Marcus. Son?
MJ looked at Marcus and he knew exactly where his mind was at.
MJ. If I just take responsibility, they'll go light.
Monica. No the hell they won't, they never go light, Marcus!
MJ. Mama, it'll at least keep all of y'all out of the crossfire.
I'm who they want, and everybody got something to lose.
Marcus. Including you. You got Aaliyah, Marcus.
MJ. I know. But, I can't let y'all go down for this shit.
Xay. Just hold on, nephew, okay? It's got to be some other way
to get y'all out of this.
Marcus nodded but, he knew it was damn near impossible. Even he
had never experienced anything this serious. A RICO charge meant
all ducks were in a row, and the feds were prepared to fire the
gun to put his kids, as well as his nephews and niece in jail
for a long time.
Marcus. I'm gon' go to Calhoun.
All eyes landed on him.
Monica. For what?!
Marcus. I'm sure it's some shit that ain't hit the statute of
limitations yet for me. I'm turning myself in.
Amiya. Daddy!
Marcus. If his dick still that hard for us, and now he's wanting
to fuck with y'all, then I'll give myself up. I'm not letting my
kids fuck their futures up behind some shit I started. One of me
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Re: Hot Water
By: deHamm Date: May 5, 2019, 11:41 pm
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Amiya shook her head.
Amiya. There has to be another way..
Amiya looked at her father who looked like he'd already made up
his mind. She then turned her attention to her mother who was
still looking at Marcus. Finally, Monica looked at her. Her
mother's look of defeat said everything before she uttered a
word.
Monica pressed her lips together then she spoke.
Monica. As your parents, we would do anything to make sure yall
don't have to deal with what we had to deal with... Including
fed time... Prison isn't a place for you kids..
Amiya. Ma! What are you saying?! You're not serious..
MJ. Pop..
Marcus. Monica and I have already talked about this... Long
before any of this shit happened we'd decided... It's been
settled.
The room was silent again and Amiya couldn't help the tears
forming in her eyes.. Not too long ago she was scared that he
was going to die from his gunshot wounds. Now he was planning to
work out a deal for them. Her emotions took hold of her and
tears began to fall..
Amiya. You always taught us to fight... We don't do deals.. We
don't snitch.. And we fight... We fight and we win..
Dre. You can't win em all..
Amiya stood up wiping her face as much as she could before she
walked out of the living room. Instead of her worrying about
herself, now she was worried about her father. She knew there
was no changing his mind, but it didn't take away from the guilt
she was feeling. "All of this shit is my fault.."
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Re: Hot Water
By: BigBossJay Date: May 5, 2019, 11:55 pm
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MJ stood in stunned silence. He knew his parents would do
anything for them, but he never expected his father to be
willing to take the rap for anything he pulled.
MJ. I'ma go talk to Amiya.
Monica. Baby--
MJ. She don't wanna hear nobody right now, ma, but I ain't gon
let her be alone...I got it.
Monica nodded as he took the same path Amiya had just taken. He
found her in the side garden of the home, crying her eyes out.
MJ came up behind her and hugged her shoulders as she sat in the
chair. He kissed her head.
MJ. It's gon be okay, sis. We gon' figure this shit out.
Amiya. Why would he do something like that?!
MJ. He don't want me to. You know how Daddy is.
Amiya. And how could you?! You got Aaliyah, and all of us out
here.
MJ. Amiya, listen to me. They're not talking bout a couple years
a piece sweetheart. If we get tried and convicted, we're all
facing a minimum of 20 years. Minimum. Josiah would be our age
when we get out.
Amiya. So you're okay with our father taking that charge?
MJ. I didn't say that.
He sighed.
MJ. We're fucked one way or another, okay? Ain't no way around
this one. Somebody gotta get dirty on this one, and I'm not
letting it be you. You got Josiah and this new baby to think
about.
Amiya cut her eyes at her brother quickly as he sat across from
her.
MJ. I know you better than I know myself, girl. The way you been
slumming in these sweats? That ain't Amiya.
Amiya. MJ...
MJ. I ain't told nobody, and I ain't going to. Just know that
I'm not letting you get dirty for this one. One way or another.
Amiya. I don't want you or daddy to go.
MJ. We all knew this risk, Amiya.
Amiya. Exactly. So, we all should take the fall.
MJ. You think I didn't know what I was doing? There's a reason
all of y'all know only a little bit, but I know it all. When
this day came, I wanted to be able to take this charge for
y'all. Granted...Aaliyah wasn't supposed to be here when it
happened.
He shook his head.
MJ. Take care of her, aite? Make sure she knows daddy loves her,
and make sure she does her damn homework so she can get into
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Re: Hot Water
By: deHamm Date: May 6, 2019, 12:49 am
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As his words traveled through her ears and processed through her
mind. She knew what he was saying, and she couldn't help but
feel the weight of his words. It made her heart heavier. She
shook her head as more tears fell.
Amiya. MJ.. You cant...
He cut her off with a firm tone.
MJ. Promise me man..
Amiya stared at him for a moment, then she sighed and nodded.
Amiya. Dont worry bout Liyah.. Tete got her.. I promise... She's
mine just as much as Jo is.. And there wont be a day to go by
without her knowing how loved she is... I promise she's gonna
know how solid both her parents are..
A few more tears fell from her eyes and MJ wiped Amiya's cheek
with his thumb.
MJ. Good.. Now stop all this damn crying... We don't cry...
Amiya forced a smile and wiped her face again.
Amiya. I can't control this ****... -sigh- If I could I would...
She was quiet for a moment then she looked at MJ again.
Amiya. MJ...
MJ looked at Amiya as she sighed.
Amiya. I'm sorry..
MJ. You aint do nothing man..
Amiya. I got us in this mess..
MJ. It's a mess I made... And Ima handle it..
She was quiet for another moment then she looked at him again.
Amiya. You know you my right hand man... Even with our
differences I wouldn't trade yo ass... And I don't wanna let you
go..
MJ nodded and smirked.
MJ. I guess I'll keep you too... But I aint gone be gone forever
though... I'll be back..
Amiya shook her head and sighed. She knew with her brother
taking the charge she wouldn't have any room for error and she'd
have to work twice as hard to get back everything they'd
originally went half on. She was going to lose her business
partner, her best friend, her protector, and her brother all in
one.
Amiya. I love you kid..
MJ. I love you too man..
They hugged each other tight then he kissed her forehead.
MJ. I'll be back alright?
Amiya nodded as he exited out of the backyard and she sat back
down in the chair putting her face in her hands as she began to
cry all over again. Now she was trying to figure out what to
tell her parents since MJ was going his own direction.
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Re: Hot Water
By: BigBossJay Date: May 6, 2019, 8:24 am
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MJ pulled from the curb, his hands white knuckling the steering
wheel as he headed downtown. He wasn't sure what he was doing
was the smartest decision, but he was sure he didn't want his
sister or anybody else in his family suffering because of his
bad choices. Admittedly, he'd gotten sloppy in the past few
months with so many new things happening in their lives. He took
his focus off his agenda, and it was costing him everything. He
pulled to the side of the road and sat there, crying for the
first time since he found out Brandy was dead. He pulled his
phone from his pocket and cleaned his face before hitting record
on his camera.
MJ. Hey, babygirl. It's your pops. I know you're not gon' watch
this until you're much older, because auntie Ya wouldn't let you
watch it until now. I just wanted you to know that I love you.
You're my world, Aaliyah, and if your aunt or anybody else in
the family decides to let you know, know that everything I done
was for you. Make sure you keep your head in the books, listen
to your family, and please don't even think about following my
path, okay? I love you, sweetheart.
He ended the video and sent it to Amiya's phone before
continuing his journey to the downtown FBI office...
...MJ stepped onto the 4th floor of the FBI building and up to
the reception desk.
MJ. I'm here to see Detective Calhoun.
??. Do you have an appointment?
MJ. He'll want to see me. Marcus Greer Jr.
The woman stared at him momentarily before calling Detective
Calhoun's phone. Within minutes, Calhoun was bending the corner
with other detectives flanking him.
Calhoun. Well well, Junior. What are you doing here?
MJ. You know why I'm here.
Calhoun. Junior turning himself in? This is a surprise.
MJ. I want some shit in writing first, though.
Calhoun. Step into my office, kid.
MJ followed him to his office and they sat down.
Calhoun. What do you want?
MJ. I want it in writing that I'm surrendering. I'll take all
the charges y'all got for me, I'll plead guilty to em, but
you're not going after my family.
Calhoun. Excuse me?
MJ. My sister, my cousins. Nobody.
They stared at each other in a stone silence. MJ's heart
fluttered like crazy, but he felt he was making the best
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Re: Hot Water
By: deHamm Date: May 6, 2019, 9:38 pm
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Amiya finally pulled herself back together and she wiped her
face dry. "Now you gotta take care of these kids.." She wiped
her face again as she took a deep breath. As she walked back
into the house, she couldn't help but feel like a kid again
returning to her parents without her little brother.
She stuffed her hands in her hoodie and entered through the
backdoor meeting Monica sitting at the table alone. She walked
further into the kitchen and Monica finally spoke.
Monica. Did MJ leave?
Amiya nodded.
Amiya. Yeah..
Her heart dropped when she heard her father's voice behind her.
Marcus. Where'd he go Amiya?
She paused then turned around looking at both of her parents...
Her eyes were starting to sting again but she took a deep breath
and shook her head.
Amiya. He said he was going to take responsibility...
Marcus. What?!
Monica. Amiya! Why didn't you say something?!
A single tear fell from her left eye and she wiped it quickly as
everyone began to join them in the kitchen.
Tasia. Why are yall yelling?
Dre. Where MJ go?
Amiya watched Monica as she tried to call his phone, and Marcus
walked out of the room.
Monica. He went to turn himself in..
DeAndre. What?
Amiya and DeAndre caught eyes and he must have saw her face
caving again. He made his way to her and hugged her tight.
Before long Jamal, Olivia and Xavier were all in a group hug.
She spoke while her face was buried in DeAndre's sweatshirt.
Amiya. He said he aint want it to be any of us..
Once they all released, Amiya wiped her face again, and she
leaned against the counter when she heard her phone ding. She
saw it was a video message from MJ and she sighed and she saved
it immediately. She had already grown tired of crying, and she
knew any video would start her up again. While she calmed
herself she heard Aaliyah's faint whine, and she went to tend to
her.
She picked her up off the bed and began to bounce her as she
looked down at her niece. She was a perfect blend of her
parents. It was like she'd gotten the best parts of both of
them.
Amiya. Shhh. Shh.. It's okay.. I got you.. Daddy went away for a
little bit... But he's gonna be back... Alright?
The two stared at each other and Amiya gave her a weak smile as
she reached out to touch her face. Just then her phone rang and
she saw it was an 800 number that she'd seen before. She already
knew what was happening..
She answered the phone and sat down with Aaliyah on the bed.
Recording. This is a free call from, Marcus Greer, press...
Amiya pressed the number one immediately and put him on speaker.
Amiya. Hello?
Just as she spoke DeAndre was slowly opening the door..
MJ. Well.. It's done...
Amiya looked at DeAndre then they both kinda looked down..
Amiya. I'm here with Dre and Liyah...
MJ. Word?
D2. You coulda told a nigga you was going...
MJ. -laugh- It was hard enough tellin Miya..
D2. I already know man... But aye. We gon shake back and we gon
be here when you get home.... And shit.. Don't even worry bout
lil mama.. Im knocking heads off behind her. Out the gate.
MJ. -laugh- My nigga.. -smile- Can she hear me?
Amiya. Yeah.. She can.. You gonna talk to daddy?
Amiya smiled at her and tickled her a bit as she made her baby
noises.
MJ. Daddy love you Aaliyah...
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DeAndre smiled down at Aaliyah as she continued to talk to MJ.
He couldn't help but think about Cade and Mariah.. "Fuck.." He
snapped back when MJ called his name.
MJ. Aye Dre... You remember that spot at the park?
He thought for a moment then nodded.
D2. Yeah.. I remember..
MJ. Alright... Coo..
He'd actually forgotten until now, but now it was needed the
most.
Recording. You have 60 seconds left.
D2. Damn.. Keep yo head up nigga.. Ima hold it down out here.
Amiya. Yeahhh.. We got you... I'll be down to get your shit and
get your books together.. And we gon keep money on the phones so
you can call home.. And you be careful in there..
MJ. Ima be alright.. One..
Recording. Your call has ended.
The phone disconnected and DeAndre looked at Amiya.
D2. I need a favor...
Amiya. What?
D2. Lemme borrow your car..
Amiya. Nigga...
D2. I need to go see Ri for it get too late...
Amiya shook her head and sighed.
Amiya. My keys are on the hook..
DeAndre smiled and rushed out of the room and out of the house.
The sun was starting to set, and he already knew she was livid
with him. He'd done the exact thing she'd asked him not to do,
but it was something he had no control over.. He hoped she'd
understand, but he didn't expect her to. All he wanted was to
tell her he was out, apologize, and he wanted her to know she
was right..
Even though he'd done everything he could to stay out of
trouble, trouble found him anyways, and he was starting to
accept that it always would..
... When he pulled up to her house, he paused and took a deep
breath. He knew she was going to unleash on him, and he'd been
preparing for the last 3 months, even though he had no idea what
would come out of her mouth.
He took a deep breath and stepped out of the car and walked up
to her door giving it a knock. He stepped back from the door as
he stuffed his hands in his pocket while he waited for her.
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Re: Hot Water
By: BigBossJay Date: May 6, 2019, 10:36 pm
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Mariah sighed and wiped her hands, picking Caden up from his
high chair and walking to the front door. She opened it and
stared at DeAndre, who had the most sympathetic look she'd ever
seen.
Cade. Daddy!
Mariah unlocked the screen door and handed Cade to DeAndre
before making her way back to the kitchen. Moments later,
DeAndre walked in with Cade on his hip.
DeAndre. Hey, Mariah.
Mariah. Hey, DeAndre. How are you?
She continued chopping up fruit as DeAndre adjusted Cade.
DeAndre. Um...I'm straight, I guess. How you been?
Mariah. Fantastic. Took the promotion at work.
DeAndre. That's wassup...you wanna talk?
Mariah looked at him with a straight face.
Mariah. About what?
DeAndre. Me being gone, Mariah.
Mariah. Why would we need to talk about that?
DeAndre. You're not mad?
Mariah. I was. Then, DeAndre, I had to check myself. When you
got out months ago, I distinctly remember telling you that
something would happen and I didn't want you in our lives
because I couldn't handle you being taken away from us.
DeAndre. Ri--
Mariah. I'm done.
She handed a piece of pineapple to Cade.
DeAndre. What you mean you done?
Mariah. I'm not putting effort into this anymore, DeAndre. Me
hoping that you'd turn out to be something other than what you
are, me praying that a man I once had nothing but love for would
clean up his act. You know I wanted nothing more than a family
for my kids. A full family.
DeAndre. We can be that.
Mariah. Separately. I won't keep Caden from you at all. You can
see him when you want, you can be at every appointment. But, me?
I can't do this.
She began putting the fruit into a bowl to rest in the
refrigerator.
DeAndre. You actin' like we had a shot before I went away,
Mariah. You made this clear months ago.
Mariah. And yet I let you right back in, DeAndre. As hard as I
wanted to fight it, I let you in and started loving you again.
As soon as I thought there might be hope for you, and for all
this, you did the one thing I asked you not to do. You left us.
You got us to trust you and love you, and you left us. Again.
She stared at him.
DeAndre. What about ol' boy you was at the wedding with, huh?
Putting that all in my face.
Mariah. We ended it a week after you went away because he could
see I still had feelings for you.
She grabbed the bowl and moved past him toward the
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