Prince of the ghetto MxM (Staten Krown)

5

  "I demand him released!""Demand?"The police lady was looking at me like I had two heads. I was down at the precinct. Marcus had been arrested for assault. It was the guy who had robbed me. Luckily Jalen was there behind my back to support me."Yes demand!" I replied, "Do you know who I am? What is your title? What is your name? I demand to speak to your superior."Jalen grabbed me.

He pulled me to the other side of room. The cops were all looking at me like I was crazy. I couldn't have this though. Marcus had gotten arrested because he was trying to defend my honor. Marcus had gotten arrested trying to make sure that I was happy.

Jalen was standing real close to me. Every time he did something like this I had to admit that I got kind of excited. He liked to speak to me really close.

"Calm down Djimon," he stated, "You going off about who you are isn't going to help Marcus. Let me handle this."

"Handle it how."

"I know you want him out but just let me talk. Do you trust me?"

I sat there. It was a hard question. Jalen was standing there asking for my trust though in the kindest way. There was something about it that just seemed so honest. I couldn't believe I was sitting here just taken by him the way that I was.

I nodded. Jalen smiled.

I followed behind Jalen. This time I was quiet. I didn't say anything or throw around my title. I just stood there and let him handle his business.

"Excuse me. There has to be some sort of mistake," Jalen told the officer lady, "This is Prince Djimon Mwsati of the Nubian Menice Lineage. Son of the ruler of all Swaziland. You have a computer. Look it up. The man that was arrested just so happens to be a diplomat. There is such a thing as diplomatic immunity and I am more than sure it covers foreign royals. Contact his embassy."

I was shocked.

I looked over at Jalen. I wasn't the only one. The lady next to him seemed just as surprised.

"One second please," the officer lady stated.

She walked away and clearly was going to talk to her supervisor. The supervisor and the police lady came back. They seemed to be looking me up or something. I could tell when they started to exchange shocked looks. The supervisor nodded as though confirming something.

Then he went to the phone. I heard him talking to someone on the other line. It took a few minutes but he seemed to confirm it.

A few minutes later he was apologizing.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience Prince Djimon. I did speak with your embassy and your guard will be released immediately."

I just stood there. I wasn't sure what to say.

"The prince thanks you," Jalen stated.

We went in the waiting room at that point to wait for Marcus to be released. I was shocked that Jalen knew the stuff that he knew. I was shocked that he was so well spoken to be honest. I thought he was some ratchet, horribly educated thug from the hood or something. He had me completely beat.

To be honest. I was shocked and embarrassed.

"How'd you—-"
"Know all that stuff?" he finished, "Believe it or not I kind of want to be a lawyer. I even graduated college in pre law. I just couldn't afford law school."

"Wow. I just—-"

"You thought I was dumb and ignorant because I live in the hood?" he asked, "You thought I didn't know anything about law because my clothes are a little baggy or because I talk with a heavy New York accent."