Oakland's Baddest

Chapter 12

Oakland's Baddest: Chapter 12

So I was sitting in the back of the cop car with my hands cuffed behind my back. Was I scared? Hell no. I was as calm as if I was just sitting on the couch watching TV.

After the cop pinned me down; I kept silent. Not one word came out of my mouth and y'all know I always got many words to say.

"Alright, you'll get one phone call when you get to the station." He said as he looked back at me. I just gave him a death stare.

We got to the station and I was being patted down. They got my gun and confiscated it. They didn't do a strip search which I was shocked about but I definitely didn't argue with that.

They lead me over to the phone and like the officer said; I was promised one phone call.

"Hello?" "Aye Marco, I need your help" "you? You need my help? What for?" "Cuffed by the feds. I need you to get Jazz down here to get me out." If Mama found out... I would never hear the end of it. "Aight, we'll be down there in a few" "thanks man" I hung up the phone and walked back to the officer.

"Alright you're staying in this cell till further notice" he said as he pushed me into the cell. I just sat there and waited in my cell for the officer to walk away.

His dumbass thinks he still got my gun. While he was filling out paper work I managed to slip it back in the waist band of my sweats without him noticing. That gun was mine.

~2 Hours Later~

"Alright come on. Your bail has been paid for." The officer said with a look that was less than pleased. I simply stood up and walked out of the cell and stood behind the yellow line waiting for him to take off my cuffs.

"Smile Varo" Marco laughed. I looked up and mugged him while he took a few snapshots. "Ol bad Varo finally caught up at his own game." He continued laughing till Jazz slapped him upside his head. The cuffs dropped from my wrists and I was more than glad to walk out of the station.

"So what happened now?" Jazz laughed as we all got in his car

"Was out after 6, then I lied to the feds , was defiant and he caught me for use of marijuana. Since its my first offense with Marijuana, they let me go on just a warning but if I get caught again, its one month in juvy. If it happens more then the consequences are more extensive or some shit like that" I pulled my gun from behind me and put it back in my front pocket.

"You lied to the feds?" Jazz rose an eyebrow

"Nigga asked my age. I said 18. He said show I.D, I became defiant then he put me down and cuffed me. Now we here." I've always hated the feds and now y'all know why. They suspect shit and find any possible way to put you behind bars.

"Damn, wait till I tell Ma-"

"Nah don't you dare tell her. Marco, I'll kill you." If he was in the back seat with me, I would have already started beating his ass.

"I got shit over you now-"

"No you don't. I'll tell Mama you been sneaking out to see Ivory." His ass shut up quick. "Yeah that's what I thought." I smirked as I sat back in the seat.

We got home before Mama came home and I let out the biggest sigh of relief. I wasn't scared that she would take away my freedom cause that sure as hell wouldn't have happened; but I just didn't want to hear her voice.

"How'd it feel being behind bars?" Marco asked as we sat on the couch

"It felt like when Mama tied me to that tree. Fuckin restricted. If I really wanted to; I could have broken out of the cuffs and slipped through the bars of the window. That's how far apart they were. However, I was too tired and I was still pretty high to really figure that out at the time. I ain't so high now so it would have been such an easy escape."