Once a Dog Always a Dog!

Chapter 12

  In my short thirty four years, there was something that I had learned but at times I would often lose sight of it. And that was that women rarely fucked a nigga unless they had some kind of ulterior motive. Eight out of ten times the ulterior motive that women were after was money. So in other words, there was rarely a time that women would fuck for free. They rarely would straight up ask for cash in exchange for letting a dude sex them, instead what they would do is be patient and look for a payoff somewhere down the road. Three months after I had the car accident, I was doing a very good job of staying on the straight and narrow. I was keeping my nose clean. I wasn't partying. I started going back to church on a regular basis. I wasn't in contact with people I had no business associating with. Basically, I had fallen off the radar and I had moved in with my mother. Cheyenne had legally separated from me and I knew that she was dead serious about going through with divorcing my no good ass. The best thing that I had going for me was that I was spending a lot of good, quality time with my son Derrick and with my illegitimate daughter Sahara. I had lost contact with Kierra and Layla. Although I was now legally separated from Cheyenne and could have been spending as much time with Kierra  and Layla if I wanted to, the fact still remained that I wasn't yet divorced so I knew that I shouldn't just wild out. 

And in addition to that, I was really trying to do right by both God and my lawyer. So staying off the radar was the best thing for me. During the time that I was off the radar, both Kierra and Layla showed why they had ever really fucked with me. It was all about dollars to them, and they showed their true colors. They saw me as a cash cow. Since they never got any money out of me, they decided to take a backdoor approach. In addition to suing my auto insurance company, Layla also personally hit me with a 1.5 million dollar lawsuit where she was claiming all kinds of injuries, both physical and psychological and she was also claiming loss of income due to her injuries, all which she stated came as a result of my failure to properly and safely operate an automobile. As for Kierra, I had gotten word from Meagan that she was seeking to sell a story to the media in which she was gonna say how me and her did cocaine, and had wild sex just hours before I crashed. Both Kierra and Layla were pissing me the fuck off on one hand, and on the other hand I felt really hurt by the both of them. My attorney had reached out to both Kierra, Layla and their attorneys because he was desperate to work out a settlement deal to get both of them to go somewhere, sit down and shut the fuck up. 

"Kha'Darious, if Kierra's story gets out into the media you are screwed, and your credibility is shot and you can kiss a plea deal goodbye. The district attorney is not gonna deal. And with Layla, she was in the car with you, so we need her to corroborate our asthma story, and if not we have no strong defense and you're looking at the worst case scenario that I laid out to you three months ago." I sat there and contemplated what I should do. Being that I had asthma and I did have my asthma pump in my pants pocket at the time of my accident, to raise doubt in a jury's mind, my attorney was going to claim that the cold weather had triggered an asthma attack and that I was panicking because I couldn't breathe, and my asthma pump didn't help me. I had blacked out from lack of oxygen and that was what also aided in my car crash. And in addition, my attorney was gonna state that I had the cocaine on me but I didn't have it in my system. Since the cops had only tested my blood alcohol content, which was two times the legal limit, and they didn't test my blood for controlled substances, it meant that unless the district attorney had an eyewitness who saw me using cocaine, they could never argue that I was high on coke. However, with Layla and Kierra suing me, we knew that we had to keep both of them happy or risk them throwing water all over the defenses that we'd planned to use, especially since they were both direct eyewitnesses, not to mention mistresses. 

"So what do you say I do?" I asked my lawyer. "You gotta come up with the cash," he said matter of factly. "The best I can do is negotiate the best terms possible for you in a settlement agreement." I couldn't believe how shit was just crumbling and falling down around me with each passing day. I mean, the math just wasn't adding up in my favor. Including my current attorney and the attorney that I had when Cheyenne had me locked up, I had shelled out close to twenty thousand dollars in attorney fees, and I hadn't even gone to trial yet! Plus, I had cash tied up to secure my bail. And over the next two weeks my attorney had reached a fifty thousand dollar settlement with Kierra just so she would keep her fucking mouth shut about me and the cocaine. The deal that we reached with Kierra was under the guise that I was buying her life rights with the exclusive and sole purposes of creating a movie script or a book manuscript at my discretion. And under the deal that was not allowed to be disclosed by either side, there was a bullet point list of things that Kierra was not allowed to discuss with anyone, including the media. As for Layla, I had to shell out a hundred thousand dollars in order for her to settle her lawsuit, which like Kierra's also came with a strict confidentiality clause. Those big hits of cash were having a really big effect on my pockets. I wasn't starving but it definitely didn't feel good at all. But it had taught my ass a really good lesson, a lesson that I had already known, and that was that no pussy was ever really free.