Crush

035

Shanny

"Shantel Banks, Takia Harris and Giovanni Reed. Phone call"

"Who the fuck is this?!" I smacked my teeth.

"You have a collect call from Shanny, at the Chicago Jail. Do you except the charges for this call?"

"Bitch what!? Jail!? I mean shit! Yes I accept."

"You are now connected." The recording stopped.

"Shantel! What the hell you doing in jail!?" Zena's loud ass yelled through the phone. "Zena! Come get me out of here please!! I beat Nikki's ass real bad at the movie theater and now-"

"Aww shit! I just got here like a hour ago! I been blowing your phone up! I'm on my way cuzo! Don't let none of them dykes take your booty! I love you!" I rolled my eyes and hung up. I'm in jail not prison.

Zena was the second person that came to mind when it was time for my phone calls. My mom was first, but then I remembered Zena was flying in around the same time we got back from Puerto Rico. I did not wanna call Jace. He is going to flip! I haven't talked to him since I woke up from my nap earlier, I told him I was on my way to the movies.

The police officer escorted me back to the holding cell. "Is this baby Banks, Sarg?" I looked up to see a fat police officer and a slim one looking at me. "What?" The fat one chuckled. "It sure is. Bring here in for a second." I mugged the hell out of them. The skinny one came in and handcuffed me before he took me back to interrogation. I was in a fight.. What is there to interrogate?

I sat down in front of the Sargent. "Ahh, Ms. Banks following the big dog huh? You like the criminal life?" I smacked my teeth and rolled my eyes, realizing they were talking about my brother. "Uhh, no. When bitches think shit sweet, sometimes talking don't work." I shrugged.

"It was the best day of my life when I arrested your brother five years ago. It was me! I was the one that got Aaron Banks off the streets and this motherfucker only got 5 years!" He smacked the table. "And what recognition did I get?!"

"Hey! Miller! That's enough! Get out. Now!" The captain sat up in his seat. The cop stormed out. "I'm sorry, He got some umm, issues."

"Yeah I see that. I don't know who his scrony ass thought he was scaring. I will snap his ass in half. Y'all need to put a muzzle on him."

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Ms. Banks I brought you in here to question you about the possible murder of an old boyfriend of yours. Ace Fields. Your boyfriends name came up i -"

"Ace? I heard he died in a fire. Plus I really don't give a shit, the bastard drugged me" I crossed my legs.

"Well some people around him seem to think other wise and want us to do some further investigation"
I sighed. "If you want to talk to me, call my lawyer. I'm not doing this. Fuck Ace" I shook my head. These cops man. Chicago police is crooked as hell.

"Can I go?" I stood up.

"Yes." I kept going out of the room.

3 am

"Banks!" I jumped up. "Your paid up, lets go."
I sighed in relief. I looked at the clock and it was 3 am. My man is gonna kill me.

After the 30 minutes of processing I was out with Zena and on my way home. My phone was dead as hell. "Bitch you got your story straight? Going home to yo man at almost 4 in the morning. I'm finna stay at a hotel tonight cause I don't think I wanna be in y'all house tonight til y'all make up!" She laughed. I smacked my teeth. "Why you playing right now Zena?!" The threw her hands up in surrender. "My bad cuzo! At least you beat that bitch ass!" We pulled up at Jace's house and his Benz was outside so he definitely was home. "Ima call you tomorrow." I grabbed my purse and got out.