Idris held his finger up walking in shutting the door behind him, slowly walking towards the baby. Sandra held the carseat closer, her palms became sweaty as this unknown man took her child out of her arms and began to unstrap him and pick him up.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Idris shrugged seeing her go for the nurses button. "I'll sit my white lying disgusting ass down if I were you, but I'm not you so your choice"
He smiled down and his grandson. Although, he was going to have his son do a DNA test he knew that this was his baby from him having his sons face. This little baby looked just like Jerome, there was no way around it. "I'm sure you got the videos, and I'm positive that you also know what I'm here for"
Sandra wrapped her arms around herself and let the tears fall when she figured out who he was and why he was here.
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"You can't use those videos in court, without having to tell them you broke into my house and went through my things." She folded her arms. "They'd rule them out, so again. Why are you here?"
Idris listened as he laid his grandchild across his lap, he listened to her state what she thought she knew. She had a point, but what she didn't know was he got a warrant from his friend to search her place, and he'd found nothing until he noticed cameras was plastered in every room/ corner of her house, and she'd forgotten to destroy the tapes after losing her father it had slipped her mind until now, now she was terrified but she tried not to show it.
"Are you done?" He asked her unamused, looking at her over his shoulder.
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She didn't respond so he stood to his feet, placing the baby back into his car seat. "You've got two weeks until my sons trial, and in these two weeks it had better been a confession or when I get to you" He stepped closer to her. "I'll make sure my son is free, and you wouldn't have to worry about prison. I'll be your worst nightmare" He rubbed her cheek and smiled.
"You have your mothers eyes" He winked at her before dropping a Manila folder at her feet. "I expect my son to be free in two weeks, and rights signed over to him as well. Don't make me have to ask again" Just as fast as he walked in, he was now gone.
