Pour it Up (Urban)

C H A P T E R V : Cash

 "Santiago let's go, you made bail!" the guard yelled as she stuck the key into the bar lock and unlocked it. Cash stood up from the bottom bunk of his bed with a smirk on his face. "See one of them motherfuckers decided to respond back to my message." he hissed angrily as he stood up and walked closer to the bars. "Turn around," The guard ordered as she removed the key and slid the cell bars open.

          As Cash heard the bars slide open, he turned around and stood in position so that the cop could place the cold, hard, silver cuffs onto his wrists-for the last time he'd hope. As the cop trailed Cash to the main building all he could think about was how he would make his revenge and comeback. When they reached the booking station, the chubby cop behind the counter handed Cash his clothing and pointed over to a nearby bathroom.

            Cash went into the bathroom and quickly changed, it wasn't his normal get-up or complete get-up, but it was better then the jail issued colours he was used to. Cash stepped out the bathroom, and with belongings in hand, he and the cop walked toward freedom. As Cash and the cop headed to the front of the jail, he could see his younger brother, and some white lady standing on the other side of the double glass doors. When he heard the buzzer, his inner demeanour changed to a little kid in a candy shop. As soon as the cop unhooked Cash's wrists, him and his brother embraced in a brotherly hug. "Wassup little bro, I knew someone would come through, how's everything?"

"Not good thug, we gotta' talk." Dontae said certain as he looked his brother in the eyes.

"Let's go gentlemen, there's business to be discussed," Catherine told the young men as she led the way to the outside.

             Cash gave a confused look as he looked from the lady to his brother. Cash leaned into Dontae as he asked, "Who is she?" Dontae smirked and followed the lady out the doors. "Hey, I asked a question!" Cash yelled. 

"Come on big bro, get in, I'll explain on the way." he said as he moved over to the passenger side door.

"I ain't gettin' in till someone tell me wassup," Cash demanded as both doors shut. 

         A few seconds later the driver side window rolled down, and the white lady poked her head out. "I'm your lawyer now get in the car, we have business that needs to be discussed and I suggest you not prolong any longer." she warned. 

         Cash took a deep breath as he looked around the environment. He walked over to the Silver BMW and got inside, a couple minutes later Catherine pulled away and headed down the street. Diving right into a conversation Catherine blurted out, "I hope you know, you're not a free man, you're on bail and you are expected to return for court."

"I thought I was a free man?" Cash questioned.

"No," she answered as she continued to face forward. "Great all this damn traffic, were already late for the meeting." she mumbled as she waited for the light to change.

"What meeting, Dontae what the hell is she talking about?" Cash questioned.

"It's kinda complicated, but you'll understand once we get there." Catherine explained, answering for Dontae who looked as if he would shit his pants.

             Cash didn't say anymore as he sat in the backseat. His quick temper was slowly rising, he hated to be left in the dark about shit- especially if it dealt with him. It seemed like ever since King and Dutch's pulled fire, everyone's been acting crazy on letting him know what's on the up and up. Forty-five minutes later the trio arrived at the designated spot. Cash stepped out the car and followed behind Catherine and Dontae as they entered inside the strip-club.