A spin-off to Ramona Park Legend. This will overlap that story. To better understand this story it is suggested that you read the original story.
cut.throat
1. a murderer or other violent criminal.
2. fierce and intense; involving the use of ruthles...
Stay humble, stay focused, have faith in God, have faith in yourself, keep in contact with your friends. That's very important. It's not about the money & have fun doing what you gotta do. Just be happy. Love & loyalty will get you through. -Joey Fatts
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Joey Long Beach, CA.
I sit in the court room next to my mother, my Aunt Edna and Dyme waiting for the jury to come back at Marcel's trial. The jury had left two hours ago and they were already calling us back to say they made a decision. As long as it wasn't a hung jury like the last trial that made this process start completely over, I was fine with that. This had been going on for two long years. We honestly weren't expecting them to end the deliberation so quickly, so Matika had left to take a meeting. She was expecting this to take at least a day to a couple of days like the rest of us. This is a murder trial after all. Is the jury making a decision so fast a good thing or a bad thing?
I called Matika to let her know they're about to make the decision, but she didn't answer. She must've had it on silent in her meeting. I have to commend Matika for not wallowing in pity while Marcel was gone and making sure she got to the money for the sake of their kids. I watched her singlehandedly triple their net worth through charities and businesses. That made me erase every thought I once had that she was using Marcel for his money. If that was the case she would've spent all his money and left him once things got rough, but she didn't. She held him down like she's supposed to.
I can see Marcel turn around looking at us and I give him a hopeful smile. I'm pretty sure he noticed Matika was no longer here. When the judge says court is now back in session he turns around and we all pay attention. "The jury has made a decision. Please, read it," the judge says.
I can feel MarceI's mother grab my hand tightly. I look over at her seeing she has her eyes closed with her head down. I knew she was praying. That's all you can do at this point. A white, middle aged woman stands up then says, "We, the jury, find the defendant, Marcel Young, to be "not guilty" of first degree murder." It was like the whole room stopped holding their breath in unison as we gasped.
"Thank God!" My Aunt Edna says with a wide smile on her face. After two years it was over. I look over at Detective Reed who's sitting on the opposite side. Not only did he lose his job, but he failed at taking me or Marcel down. I smirk as he looks pissed off turning his head away from me. If it was the old me, I would've gotten his ass killed or did it myself, but sometimes you gotta be strategic and play dirty like these white people. I hope it was all worth it for him. I took the power out of the laws hands and into mine to protect my family.
I watch as Marcel stands up in his suit shaking his lawyers hand patting his back. Marcel comes towards us and the first person he hugs is his mother. As they hug tightly I realize that Marcel is actually crying. I've known him my whole life and I've only seen him cry twice and that was when his brother died and when his best friend, Jabari was killed. Compared to Marcel, I'm the emotional, in my feelings one. I didn't blame him. He's been fighting for his life for two years. Jail is no joke. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. You see and have to deal with a lot while in there. The thought of never getting out is a scary one.
