I waited in the room with nothing but a metal table, concrete walls and cement floors. The room was cold as shit, so I guess they was trying to freeze a nigga or something when I didn’t even know why I was here. I rested my head on the equally as cold table when the door suddenly swung open. In walked a short mixed looking chick. She looked at me intently before shutting the door behind her and sitting her brief case down on the table. She looked at me again before taking a seat and smoothing out her tailored pants.
“Fuck are you?” I finally spoke up tired of her staring in my damn face without saying anything.
“Nice to meet you too Kindal. I am Stephany Bianchi and I will be handling your case from now on. My father passed away two days ago,” she said, with no emotion whatsoever in her face for someone who had just lost their dad.
Damn so that why that nigga ain’t been answering his phone. My thoughts went back to how many times I had tried to reach my lawyer in the past couple of days and come to find out the nigga had croaked. I would definitely miss him. He had handled every one of my cases helping me to get out each and every time.
“I’m sorry to hear about your pops and all, but I don’t need you to take my case.”
She held her hand up to silence me. “Look, my father knew that he was sick, so he educated me on all of his cases. I know about you and your brothers inside and out I am more than capable of handling this case and right now you need me,” she said, with a sharp tone.
I looked at her and rubbed by chin before speaking hoping that she heard me loud and clear. “I don’t need you for shit. You come walking in here like you fucking running shit so as much as your pops told you about me, he obviously didn’t tell you that I’m the one that gives zero fucks. Now walk yo’ cocky ass out of here the same way you just came in. fuck wrong with you!”
Stephany now looked like she was getting somewhat flustered which let me know that she needed my case more badly than I needed her to take it. She had the audacity to say that I needed her like my brothers and me weren’t sitting on millions and could hire the nigga who got OJ off.
“Mr. Baptist, I think that we got off to a wrong start here,” she started.
“No, you got off to a wrong start and I’m not about to let you fuck up my case all because you got something that you need to prove. Now, tell me why you really want to defend me and if you come with that bullshit you tried earlier; you may as well make your exit,” I pointed to the door.
Stephany removed her blazer and let out a sigh. “You are right, I need you, but hear me out. Like I know about your family, I’m sure you have heard of mine, hence the reason you chose my father out of all people to represent you. My father had been going through things with his heart since he was child and had over one hundred surgeries. Even with me knowing his health condition, I was a fuck up. I was a major fuck up, rebelling at a young age, doing dumb shit that he had to pay to get me out of from trying drugs, being promiscuous and other questionable things. So, my dad got really sick about a year ago and instead of me getting my shit together, I was still fucking up.”
She started to tear up but hurriedly wiped away her falling tears. “So, I didn’t come here to get into all of this with you, but I just really need this. I wasn’t the daughter that I needed to be for my father when he was here, but I want to show him that I can be better and do better,” she finished.
I smirked a little at her story. It’s not that I didn’t feel her, but I wasn’t the daddy that she was looking for.
“So, let me get this straight. I’m facing fed numbers for murder and you expect me to let you hop on my case so that you can rid yourself of the guilt of you being the person who put your old man in his early grave?” I stroked my chin and her mouth dropped.
“That will never happen Pooh. You want to right your wrongs; you have to do that on someone else’s case. I’m not wasting my time on my money on a recovering addict who calls herself a Lawyer in a desperate attempt to get close to a Baptist. It’s going to be a hard no for me sweetheart,” I dismissed those tears that threatened to fall down her eyes and stood up to let the guards know to get me the hell away from this bitch.
If her father couldn’t represent me, I would just have to find someone else of his stature and reputation, if not better. I had to make a mental note to get one of the other Baptist’s to send his family some flowers or some shit. I glanced back at shorty right before I exited and she just sat there with her head down defeated, but that was not my problem. These women needed saving and I was not going to be the one to do it.