Chapter 95
Mina
“Goddamn!” Sam yelled when he walked through the front the door of the building. Inhaling hard, he smiled. “A nigga is happy to be on the outside. You don’t know how much you value shit like the clouds, trees, and grass until they are taken away from you.” He went on and on like a nigga coming off a real bid.
“I’m glad you’re free, baby,” I said as we walked down the block. By the time I’d gotten into the courtroom, Sam’s case had already been heard. I thought the hearing was at 10:30 a.m., but it was at 8:30. In addition to being upset for wasting Carla’s time, I also thought I’d missed my only opportunity to see Sam. However, to my surprise, we were informed that the charges against him had been dropped by the prosecutor. I didn’t know how, and I didn’t ask why. All I knew was that my man was home, and this foolishness was behind us.
“Ay, Mina, I’m going to drop you off. Then I gotta go holla at my mans and ’em.”
“Sam!” I smacked my lips. “You just got out. Can’t that wait until tomorrow? The kids miss you, and so do I,” I pouted. “Besides, I need help putting the house back together.” I went on to explain how the DEA raided our shit.
“Mina, the house ain’t going nowhere. Neither are you and the kids. I got some business to handle. Once it’s done, I’ll be home.”
“What business?” I wanted to know.
“My business!” He shut me down.
“Whatever.” Smacking my lips, I unlocked the car.
“What’s up with the attitude?” He looked at me sideways while falling into the passenger seat. “I’m the one whose been through a lot these past few days.” He sighed.
“A lot?” I frowned. “Nigga, you did a couple of days in the local precinct! Big fucking deal!”
“How much time have you ever done?” He turned toward me as I backed the car out of the parking space.
“It doesn’t matter,” I snapped. “All I’m saying is your family needs you at home!”
“I’ll be home later.” He refused to back down. “I told you I need to holla at my mans and ’em.” He reclined in the seat.
“Your mans and them, or some fucking bitch?”
“Here you go.” Sam shook his head.
“Don’t act shocked. After all, it was just a few days ago you told me you fucked Gucci, remember?” By now my blood was boiling. I was livid just recalling the shit to him.
“That was a mistake,” Sam insisted.
“A mistake is leaving your goddamn keys in the car,” I shouted. “You fucked that bitch with no regard to me or my feelings.” On instinct, I hauled off and slapped the dog shit out of him. Instantly I wished I hadn’t done that, but I was in a zone. My mother raised me to never put my hands on someone unless they touched me first. Be that as it may, my home training went out the window along with my common sense just thinking about Sam sleeping with Gucci. “Of all people, why her?” I exploded. “What did she do for you that I didn’t?”
“Pull over.” With a hand to his face, Sam peered out the window.
“I’m not doing shit until you answer me,” I demanded. After a few minutes of riding in silence, I sighed. “Why did you come back for me? Why did you propose to me? If you didn’t want to be with me exclusively, you should have left me alone.”
“Amina, I love you. I swear I do. I made a mistake. On God, that’s all it was.” His eyes softened as he placed his tattoo-covered hand on my thigh. “Baby, you’re my ending and my beginning. Without you and our kids I have nobody. I swear I will never hurt you like that again. I love you.”
“Sam, you don’t mean that.” With the back of my hand, I wiped my face.
“I’ve killed for you.” His eyes met mine, and my heart stopped. He had never spoken of what he’d done for me since the day he did it. “I’ve killed for you, Mina. If that’s not love, then I don’t what is.”
Sam was right. What he did to my ex was proof that he loved me. However, I didn’t appreciate being reminded of it.