A Thug's Cry

Chapter 17

(Song playing in the background in the mm)

August Pov

I called up some of my men from the warehouse I had located down here. It was about 2:30 in the afternoon and I needed shit handled asap. "Yo I need yall to grabb that bitch Loca and Monica if you can find her.... Leave em for me beat them first though.." I gave my orders and hung up the phone.

Tonight was going to be all about me and Deyla I had something speacial planned for her. I knew she was still mad that I got her into this situation, now shes stuck in the house all day long.

Cherise Pov ( deyla's mom)

I sat on the worn out sofa with a small bottle of vodka and the last pieces of work Chance gave me. It was the weekend and I had the house to myself. Maleyse was out with her friends and Chance was out making moves somewhere. I was just about to inhale my first line when i heard a hard pounding on the door. "Hold on a minute Damn!" I yelled through the door.

I opened the door annoyed as I stood starring at three uniformed officers.

"Can I help yall?" I asked as I straightened out my clothes, and ran my fingers over my mess of hair.

" Does a Chance Taylor live here?" "We have a active warrant for his arrest."

"May I ask why?" I asked curiously, of course I figured it was drug related being who he was.

"When we find him he will be placed under arrest for a hit and run and attempted murder of a Ms. Deyla Bryant." He replied.

I hid the complete shock I was in. "When the hell did this happen?"I thought to myself.

"May we come in?" He asked

I knew Chance wasn't here and neither was any of his weapons or drugs. He was way smarter than that. So I let them in knowing they wouldn't find anything, only so they wouldn't come back to my house looking again.

"Sure." I said stepping aside and letting them inside.

The roamed around the living area and bedrooms.

"M'am who all lives here?" He questioned.

"Just me and my daughter." I replied curiously.

"And where is she right now?" He asked.

"She's been over her friends since yesterday." I told him honestly

"So I'm assuming this is yours?" He asked referring to the small bag of cocaine I had poured out of the table.

"Fuck!" How could I be so stupid I let the drinking get the best of me, and before thinking I just let them in before cleaning it up.

"You have the right to remain silent——..." he continued to read me my rights and escorted me outside to his car.

I shook my head in disbelief... Jail isn't for me...but I knew Chance would have me out of here as soon as he got news of my arrest.

(Deyla Pov)

I woke up to the smell of food coming from downstairs. I made my way to the bathroom and did my hygiene routine and brushed my teeth for the night.

I changed into my two piece silk sleeping outfit I bought online a few days ago.

I wet my hair and let hit hang free and curly. I made way down stairs in search of August and the food Aroma that was in the air.

I walked into the living room and was at disbelief. August stood in the middle if the floor surrounded by decorative sitting pillows. He had pushed all the furniture against the wall and surrounded the ground with light pink candles. In the middle of the pillows was a small table with two plates of what look to be Chicken alfredo. He had two tall wine glasses next to each plate and a single lit golden candle swaying side to side from the room's air conditioning.