Devin
8:45 pm...
Wiping the sweat away from my forehead, I climbed off of Briana. As she tried to gather herself from this pole she received prior, I stood to my feet and pulled the wet full magnum off with one hand as I adjusted my boxers with the other. I opened her bedroom door and walked out. I made my way to the bathroom and dropped the condom into the toilet before flushing it down. I opened up the closet's door and got a wash rag and walked over to the sink to wash my shit off, a hoe bath if you will. After I finished up, I left the towel on the sink and made my way back to the bedroom. Briana was wrapped in the covers on her bed that wore damp spots. I gazed down and looked for my clothes and shit.
I grabbed my pants and put them on before letting my shirt follow suite. Briana sat up slowly with an agitated gaze upon her face. I chuckled before taking a seat on the edge of her bed. I was about to put my shoes on but I couldn't help but feel the hole she was burning into the side of my face. Growing irritated, I gazed at her once more before speaking. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Starin a nigga down and shit.", I queried sensing an attitude. That shit was blowing the fuck out of me. Can't please no bitch nowadays, it's like they wanna be mad.
She gripped the covers and covered her exposed body as she folded her arms. I gazed at her waiting for an answer to her sudden attitude. She sighed. "I'm tired of doing this", she said simply.
I furrowed my eyebrows as I took my attention away from her and proceeded with putting my shoes on. As I got my foot into one, I spoke. "Tired of what man?", I queried not really feeling where this conversation could be going.
"Devin, be honest", she said softly as her facial expression began to soften. "Why aren't we together? Am I not good enough?", she queried softly.
I sighed as I continued on with my other shoe. "Where did that shit come from?", I questioned before placing my attention back on her.
"Be realistic Devin, I'm down for you and you know that. I've been out here loyal to you. Only guy I've been messing with and we fight like we're together and we end up back talking heavy. I just don't understand why we aren't together. It bothers me because I am just as loyal to you as Tahari is to Sina, if not more. The only difference is that you and I have been rocking longer than them but look at us. They are actually in a relationship.", she said.
I rubbed my hand down my face. "They're in a relationship?", I questioned out of confusion.
She nodded. "She told me the other day", she said.
I shrugged. "Well, we're not them. If you feelin some type of way because they got together, you need to kill that shit. They got their own thing goin on. Keep ya focus on what's goin on over here", I said as I stood to my feet and grabbed my hoodie off the back of her vanity chair.
Gazing up at me she spoke. "Can you blame me for bringing them up Devin. We've been at this for a minute and I want to mean more to you than just a fuck", she said.
I pulled my hoodie on and gazed at her.
"If I was another nigga that you was havin this conversation with , I bet he'd laugh at ya ass because you let me get in a day after I met you but you want to be more than a fuck." I said before continuing. "I'm not judgin though because you damn near grown around here but that's besides the point. We may become somethin, we may not. Just let things happen on their own and see where this may go if this what you really want. I won't lie and tell you that I don't like ya ass cause I do but shit, right now, I just don't know, I'm not really feelin the whole relationship ya dig right now. Don't press the shit because my nigga with ya friend. They got some mental shit goin on and we got somethin else goin on. Shit, she's been down for him", I said casually.
She furrowed her eyebrows. "And I haven't?", she queried.
"You know how that girl is for him and shit, she's protective of him. I don't know if she tells you everything but from what I saw and the shit Sina say, she's really out here ridin for that nigga. Got shot but was still out here tryin to make sure my nigga was good.", I said.
She chuckled. "That has nothing to do with what I'm talking about though but excuse the fuck out of me for not being out with you and getting shot in the midst of you taking me home. I am so sorry that I'm not a weak bitch that's scared to speak my mind and so sprung mentally that I tattooed a nigga's name on me. Her weird ass came to me talking about how do you know if you're ready? Ready for what, can't be looking to lose a virginity that she hasn't had since she was 13 with her lying ass. She's just as loose as the next bitch. Talking about she's down. Let her black ass be down for him all she wants and watch his ass find someone with a big ass, some big titties and who's not afraid to speak her mind. I don't even understand what he see in her ass because to be completely honest, the only thing pretty about her is her hair. That's it. She's not pretty, I don't get why you niggas love to falsely build up these bitches confidence. She has nothing to offer, she's socially awkward, very timid, she has no backbone or anything. She's just a lame ass girl who wouldn't even be with Sina if it wasn't for us.", she spat.
I nodded. "So we went from talkin about us bein somethin to ya friend bein a weak black bitch", I said shaking my head at how the real her comes out when she's upset. "But that's ya friend though", I said before grabbing my keys off of the dresser.
"You spoke on her being down and it went from there. And friend? That's where you're wrong, she hasn't been my friend since me and you started talking. She's been very judgemental and jealous of what we had going on so her ass took to Sina and tried to compete and shit. You don't know her like I do. Don't let the obvious weak shit fool you, her ass thinks she's slick but I swear the shit will backfire sooner than later", she said harshly. "Since she calls herself being in her first relationship...", she said before stopping. "I can't wait for Sina to meet her parents", she said harshly before letting a smirk creep upon her face. "I can't and I guarantee that it'll be sooner than later.", she said which caused me to gaze at her ass in confusion.
"Is that supposed to be a bad thing?", I queried at the conversation that went completely left in seconds.
"You'll see", she said simply causing me to shake my head.
I walked over to her and bent down and kissed her lips. "You need to cool out with that crazy shit, that's ya home girl. Stop bein like that", I said gazing at her.
She pulled me into another kiss."That's Sina's home girl, not mine. I'm playing along but that won't last too long because I don't like her ass. I can put my right hand to God", she said as she shrugged her shoulders.
I sighed at the shit that was coming out her mouth. She's wrong as hell in my opinion but shit, I can only say so much. Seems like certain shit I say about Tahari triggers her and she gets mad as hell. It's confusing because she make it seem like they are the best of friends and then boom, fuck that bitch this, fuck that bitch that. If the shit I'm saying not going in one ear and out the other then it's her going off over some unnecessary shit. I won't win arguing with her ass at all.
"You need to cool out with that shit, that's one of the reasons I'm not with you. You need to kill the drama and the jealous shit. Doesn't look good on you. I already deal with real shit on a daily, I don't need to be comin home to my woman hearin a bunch of unnecessary shit that she's startin. I need a peace of mind, not a thorn in my side.", I said.
She was about to say something but stopped herself...
"Yeah, have self control and fuck all that petty shit. Think about all of this shit if you want to be with a nigga. I gotta go", I said to her.
She gazed at me before speaking. "My mama get off at 5 in the am if you wanted to come back over for a while", she said.
I nodded. "Aight, I may slide on you. I'll hit you up", I said before leaving her bedroom.
I walked down the stairs and made my way to the front door. I walked out, locking the door behind me. I walked down the stairs of her porch and along the walkway until I made it to my car.
I got in and started my car followed by turning on my headlights. I put the gearshift onto drive and with that I drove off into the slight dark streets of the Nola. In need of a blunt, I reached into the ashtray and pulled the half of blunt I had out. I placed it into my mouth before grabbing the bic lighter from my pants pocket to light it up. I cracked my window as I carried on with taking pulls.
I sat back in my seat and got comfortable as I pressed down on the gas. I turned off at a red light. Getting off the main street, I was now speeding down the residential streets. Feels like I haven't had time to myself, I just wanted to chill at the crib and stay clear of trouble for once. Feels like every other day I'm in some shit because my nigga don't know how to stay out of trouble. I'm getting tired of dealing with that shit in all honesty but at the same time, that's my nigga, my brother, so I gotta be loyal till the soil. I know we bump heads but he still my day one nigga but shit man, the shit is getting old with ducking and dodging the opps. The niggas we beefing with as well as the law. I just want to chill and I can only really do so when I'm at home...
As I continued down the street, I couldn't help but notice a vehicle behind me. I couldn't really pinpoint if there were niggas or females in there because of the bright ass headlights but I did see that the car was in fact a Crown Vic. I didn't think nothing of it because I was still driving the same speed but a few houses before I made it to mine, I couldn't help but notice the small red and blue lights flashing from inside the windshield.
I should've fucking known...
I sighed before pulling over along the curb. I put my blunt out and quickly moved my gun from the passenger's seat. I put it underneath the seat because it was too big to hide in the glove compartment. I sat back in my seat nervous as hell as I said "fuck" under my breath. Ain't no telling how long I'll end up getting if they see that shit. I gazed out of my side mirror before letting my window down so the aroma of kush could air out with the wind.
I gazed out the mirror once more as whoever pulled me over got out of the car driver's side as the passenger's side opened. I cursed myself once more under my breath as I gazed forward. I was fucked.
I gazed to my left to see that Murphy opp ass was standing at my window shining a flashlight in my face as another opp shined a flashlight on the opposite side.
Fuck man...
"Do you know how fast you were going back there?", he queried, never taking the bright light from my face. "Had to be in a hurry to be riding through the residential area that fast. The speed limit is 25 in this residential area and you were going 55.", he said.
"Aight, I hear you, get that shit out my face, bruh", I said in an indignant tone.
Never taking the light from my face, he spoke. "I'm going to need to see your license, registration and proof of insurance", Murphy said ignoring what I said while the other opp stood on the opposite side of my whip.
They both placed their hands on the their gun holsters as I reached into my pocket for my wallet. I opened it and grabbed my license before reaching for my glove compartment. I opened it and grabbed my registration as well as my insurance. I handed it to him and with that he shined the light on it and the other one shined his flashlight at me from the other side.
"Devin Holloway", he said followed by a sly chuckle. "I knew I remembered your face. Drug possession when you were 18. You're a friend of Sina's right?", he said as he looked over my shit. Before handing my shit over, he spoke. "When you said get that shit out my face, sounded like a threat", he said before gazing at the officer who accompanied him. "Right Hiller?", he queried before passing my shit back to me
"Sure did", Hiller agreed.
"Nigga, are you serious?", I questioned becoming infuriated.
"Not only were you speeding through a residential area, you have a broken tail light and your vehicle smells like reefer. You threatened me", he said stepping back as he put the flashlight away. "Put your hands on the steering wheel", he said firmly.
"You got me fucked up, bruh", I said in an indignant tone. "Shit, just give me a fuckin ticket and get the fuck on", I said never placing my hands on the wheel.
He nodded before grabbing his gun from his holster. "Step out of the vehicle", he said firmly.
"Naw man, I ain't did shit", I said out of agitation. "You doin this extra ass fuck shit because you assume that I fuck with Sina. Gone somewhere with all that bullshit Murphy. Write the ticket up", I said.
"Resisting orders", he said pointing the gun at me. "Step out of the vehicle before I am forced to use force.", he stated.
I sighed. "You gotta be fuckin shittin me", I said as I opened the door and stepped out.
Pointing the gun at me, he spoke. "Put your hands up", he said as the officer walked around the car pointing his gun at me as well.
I reluctantly put my hands up before Murphy bitch ass put his gun back in it's holster and proceeded with patting me down for any weapons. As he did so, he spoke to Hiller. "Hiller, search the car", he said which caused me to put my hands down and quickly turn his way. "Search my shit for what, y'all niggas don't even got a warrant. This shit was supposed to be a fuckin traffic stop, y'all on straight bullshit", I spat.
"You're a threat, me and officer Hiller here, reasonably believe a search is necessary for our own protection", he stated before grabbing handcuffs from his duty belt and grabbing me to cuff me.
I wanted to kill the fuck outta both these bitch ass niggas...
Hiller opened my door and began shining that flashlight. He opened the glove compartment and snatched all my paper out before checking the pockets of the back seats. I grew nervous as he shined the light under the seat. Sitting the flashlight on my seat, he grabbed a pair of rubber gloves from his duty belt and put them on. He reached under the seat and pulled out my gun. He shined his flashlight on it and brought it over towards us and I was infuriated and frustrated.
"Looks like this is a Calico Liberty III 9mm pistol. Not only is this illegal in the state of Louisiana but this is banned from the United States, period.", he stated.
"You're under arrest", Murphy said leading me towards the Crown Vic as Hiller was in so many words, confiscating my shit.
"Nigga, at least let a nigga get the keys out my shit", I said as he continued to walk me to the car.
"If it gets stolen then so be it, once we make it to the station you can call to have someone pick it up or we can have it towed", he said as he opened the back door. "Or it'll be stolen", he said putting me in the backseat of the car. He closed the door. I was so fucking mad, these niggas shady as fuck and that's on God.
They both got inside the car and we were off to the station. They were talking amongst each other and them bitch ass niggas would ever so often say some slick shit to me but I was tuning them out...
The only thing on my mind was getting locked up over some fuck shit. I did nothing but speed but they came at me once they found out exactly who I was. It was supposed to be a minor traffic stop but twisting my words, they took the shit I said and turned it into a threat. Ain't no telling how the rest of the night is about to go man. This some bullshit and on everything I love, if I get out this jam, I'm coming for these niggas heads. They ain't shit without them badges.
My mind began to trail off to when I got arrested when I was 18. Did 3 years in that bitch and the only thing that gave me a peace of mind in that bitch was them slams because the food they had us in there eating wasn't worth shit, so a nigga would skip those meals. Them slams was good while there but for the most part I ain't miss the shit. Noodles, seasoning, peanut butter, hot sauce, crushed crunchy cheetos and bologna, sausage if I had it. Trading food and shit. It was good but I sure don't miss that bullshit and now with some years on me and deading niggas with Sina, I'm sure we got some niggas and relatives of their dead homies in there and I don't feel like going at it with niggas all day, every damn day because the bitch ass security don't give a fuck about shit. You're not a person in there but a fucking number. Mugshots and all that bullshit floating on the net and everything. I still remember that bullshit and I'm not trying to repeat history but shit, at this rate I am. I'm cool on that shit...
I gazed down as I took in how tight these handcuffs were as I sat uncomfortably in the back seat of this car that reeked of coffee and cigarette smoke...
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New Orleans Police Department
715 South Broad St
New Orleans, LA 70119
I was brought back into an empty dark room which had 2 unoccupied chairs and a table. I sat there as the light that centered the beat up table flickered. Dead silence hovered the room as the smell similar to an old basement of an abandoned house lingered. Growing extremely uncomfortable, my skin began to itch due to the humidity of the room. Felt as if the temperature has been inching up every second. Unable to scratch myself, I grew even more frustrated which caused me to become even more hot. Feeling hopeless, I leaned forward and gazed at the grey floor which seem to have been unkempt for months. This whole room was making my whole being feel dirty.
After a few more minutes, I heard the door open and close but I continued to gaze down. With the sound of 2 sets of footsteps sounding against the dirty floor, I never looked up. "Devin Holloway", the familiar voice of Murphy spoke before taking a seat in front of me.
I gazed at him while the other officer took a seat on the end of the table. My left side. Both of them burned a hole into my face and it pierced my flesh.
"How are you feeling? Nervous?", Murphy queried gazing at me. He was looking for me to answer. "We have all night so you can sit in silence. You can either act accordingly and talk or just sit here but the down part about it is that once we get tired, I can bring other officers in here to finish where we left off while Hiller and I rest. You'll be the one here sleepless.", Murphy said without blinking.
I sighed. "Whatever man", I said.
He chuckled slightly before standing to his feet. He walked over to the coffee machine. "You know, the firearm you had in your possession, we're going to check the bullets and dust them and see if your prints match the set of bullets we have stored away. You either be truthful for something light and there's a possibility you'll walk out of here or you lie and get these charges.", he said as he took 3 small styrofoam cups and placed them on the counter. "The bullets that were found at the scene of the triple homicide that occurred in the parking lot of the Quik N Easy as well as the shooting of a few more people a couple of blocks over. One of their names were Terrell I believe, went by Rell. All of that happened a few weeks ago fits perfectly with the bullets of that specific kind of firearm you had in your possession.", he continued as he poured coffee into each cup. "R.I.P bullets", he said as he walked over to Hiller and placed a cup in front of him before walking over to the counter to retrieve the other 2 cups. He grabbed a few packets of sugar and placed a cup in front of me along side 2 packets of sugar.
Funny ass nigga...
He took a seat and tended to his coffee as he continued to talk. "A bullet that is sure to explode your vital organs", he said as he stirred his coffee before gazing up at me. "Something wrong with your coffee", he queried, trying to be funny.
I sighed...
"The bullets were found in a few scenes actually, even in the case for Deandre Williams. A mutual friend of you and Sina's. Facebook is a social media full of information. Useful information when trying to piece things together when it comes to you young boy's social life. There's always someone posting their next move or even a mere photo.", he said as he took a sip of his hot beverage. "The death of Ayanna Alexander, your friend's younger sister. The same type of bullets were also found in that area.", he said but a part of me felt as if he was lying about all of this shit. I know how this shit goes. They lie about shit just to get you to snitch on your people or your damn self. I know I didn't have shit to do with that Quik N Easy shit but everything else that he was name dropping seemed accurate but you never know with these niggas. They slicker than a mothafucka.
Shit, I was almost sure that once an opp found your prints on a bullet, your information pops up right after so if that's the case why did they wait so long to even want to check the shit. Once you take the shit back to the lab you should check the shit right? I should've been hounded for this shit weeks ago.
"Devin, all you need to do is be cooperative and you'll get off easy", Hiller spoke before taking a sip of his black coffee.
I chuckled a bit. "Y'all niggas shady as fuck. This was never a traffic stop, y'all knew exactly what y'all were doin", I said in an exasperated tone.
Murphy stood to his feet and walked over to the counter where the 2 way mirror was located and pressed a button on some small machine. I couldn't really see what it could be but I figured that it was a recorder.
He walked back over and took a seat. "What's shady is going down for a handful of crimes that you had nothing to do with. I know you had it rough when you were younger and I know that you don't want to go back down but with twice as many charges on your back. The possession of a firearm by a person convicted of a felony is punishable by ten to twenty years in prison and a fine of $1,000 to $5,000.", Murphy said.
"And that's only for having an unregistered firearm. The firearm we confiscated was banned in the states and that will more than likely give you a sentence of sixty years on top of the ten or twenty years you will be charged for just having an everyday firearm in your possession. Add that to the resisting you were doing and that'll be another 2 to 3 years added on", Hiller said.
"In so many words, you'll be in there till your death. You'll either die old in there or get murdered because more than likely if you're a friend of Sina's , then you have just as many niggas in there that want to murder him alongside his friends. Meaning you. Out or free, the rate you're going, you'll get murdered before the age of 25", Murphy said carelessly.
"So either tell us what we need to know and you'll walk out of here a free man with a clear record or play ride or die and get sixty plus years behind bars and enjoy the honey buns that you have to smuggle under the seat of your toilet so a fellow inmate won't try to punk you out of it. Your days will be numbered either way but even more numbered if you're locked up. Security quit more at the wrong times, most of the time if you know what I mean.", Hiller said.
Taking in everything they were throwing my way, I only kept my gaze on the coffee that set in front of me.
Patiently awaiting to see if they were going to try to beat the truth out of me, they only gazed at me. A burning hole their gaze have off. I wanted out of here and they were messing with my mind, I know it. It was all inception...
Murphy sighed. "We'll give you 10 minutes to sit here and think about what you want to do. Once we come back in here, your best bet is to have your mind made up. Be loyal to your friend and end up behind bars and rot while he's out here free or walk out of here clear of everything. Is loyalty really worth your freedom? The funny thing about it is that his days are numbered down, worse than yours even. The last thing you may want to hear is that Sina was murdered a few weeks or days after you were loyal enough to go ahead and keep your mouth shut. Yeah, it'll be loyalty in exchange for your life. In a small cubical, trapped inside your thoughts. Wrong choices you've made in a life that you can't get back. You're 22 years old, a few years older than my daughter. You're still a boy trying to be a man.", Murphy said as he stood to his feet as Hiller followed suite.
"Loyalty or walk out here free. Your answer to all of this will be determined by them sets of bullets we have", Hiller said slyly and at that point I couldn't figure out if they were being honest or lying.
"Enjoy your coffee", Murphy said before they left out the room.
10 minutes later...
They walked back in and I had more than enough time to think things over. They took a seat at the table and gazed at me. Murphy clasped his fingers together and rested them upon the table. "So, we gave you 10 minutes to think things through. What's it going to be Mr. Holloway?", Murphy queried looking at me closely.
I sighed before gazing down at the floor for a split second. I gazed up and looked between them 2 before biting my lip. I shook my head already feeling defeated with the consequences of my answer...
"Alright man, listen", I started...
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I stood at the front desk of the busy police station and called my mother. I held the phone tight in my grip as I listened to it ring. Awaiting for an answer, I let out a deep sigh. "Hello", she spoke into the speaker.
"What's up mama, it's me", I said to her as Murphy gazed at me closely. Leaning against the wall.
"Devin, why are you calling from the police department?", she queried.
"Long story, I got caught with a gun at a traffic stop", I said before sighing. "I need you to do me a favor", I said.
She sighed. "I'm listening", she said in response.
"My car is a few houses down with my keys still in the ignition. Hopefully nobody tried to steal it or had it towed. I need you to move it to the driveway for me".
I can't believe this shit...