King Pin Wifeys VOL 1

Chapter 39

Starr’s father, Ace, waited with the bail bondsman outside the jail as Starr and Trey walked out.

The bondman’s name was Terry. He was over six feet tall with a bald head and looked much younger than his fifty-four years. Ace had known him for twenty years. He’d been Ace’s bondsman, back in the eighties, when Ace had flooded Atlanta with cocaine. Since he’d known Ace for so long, he would get anybody out of jail on Ace’s word.

Trey approached Ace. “Look, man, I’m sorry that your daughter had to go through this bullshit.”

Ace hugged Starr and said to Trey. “I don’t understand. What happened? I saw online that you got picked up for child support. I didn’t know you had children.”

Starr looked furious. Knowing that her dad would find out that Trey had been fucking around on her upset her a lot.

Trey said, “It was a child support warrant, but, my son’s mother said I had drugs in the house, so the narcotic cops came. It’s a long story man.”

Ace said, “I got time.”

Terry the bondsman was standing there with some papers in his hand looking stupid. He finally interjected, “I need you two to sign these papers. They just say that you will appear in court.”

Trey and Starr signed the papers and Terry disappeared. Trey, Starr, and Ace hopped into his old school Cadillac. Ace said, “Y’all wanna listen to some music? I got all kinds of CDs in here.”

Who in the hell listened to CDs anymore, Trey wondered, but Ace was old school. He didn’t look like he owned an iPod. He said, “Sure.”

Ace said, “Before I pop in my CD, what the hell happened?”

Starr said, “Trey already told you that it’s a long story.” She sat on the passenger side of the Caddy and tried to lower the window but it was broken. Ace jumped out the car and walked to the other side, opened the door, and pushed the window down a bit, and then stuck some cardboard in between the window and the door to keep the pane from sinking into the door. The scent of the six Pine Tree air fresheners that hung from the mirror made Starr nauseous.

When he sat in the car he said, “I wanna hear.”

Starr said, “I’m sure Meeka has already told you about this.”

“You’re sister ain’t told me shit.” Then he turned to Trey in the backseat. “How old are your kids?”

“Kid. It’s only one. I have a son.”

“How old is he.”

“Five.”

Ace eyebrows rose. He did the math in his head, realizing that Trey had fathered the kid during his relationship with Starr. He turned back to Trey. “I see why you don’t wanna talk about it.”

Trey said, “It was a mistake.”

Ace threw up his hands. “I ain’t judging you, brother.”

Starr knew Ace was not the man to judge Trey. He’d fathered two children of his own outside of his relationship with Starr’s mother.

Ace said, “But why wasn’t you paying child support?”

“Man, I give that woman money every month for clothes, sports, whatever my boy needs. He even goes to private school. You know me better than that, Ace.”

“But there was no record of the money you gave her?”

“No.”

“Now that’s where you fucked up. You should have had records of all the stuff you’ve done. Saved your receipts. You can’t hand a woman cash and expect her to give you credit for that. I bet she probably wants to be with you too.”

Ace drove the Cadillac like an eighty year old granny and it was pissing Starr off. “Can we talk about this later?” Starr interjected.

Ace slid in a Public Enemy CD. Fight The Power blared through the speakers. Six minutes later, Ace lowered the volume and said, “I’m still not understanding. Why were you locked up for communicating a threat?”

Starr said, “Because Jessica told a goddamned lie.”

“Who’s Jessica?”

“My baby mama.” Trey said.

Ace drove up to the driveway. Starr kissed Ace on the jaw. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Anything for my baby girl.”

Starr disappeared into the house.

Trey stayed to chat with Ace for a few minutes.

“Boy, you fucked up. I hope you know it.”

Trey sighed. “I know.”

“I did that same dumb shit twenty years ago. I fathered two kids outside of my marriage and that shit still comes up to this day. Not as frequently as it used to.”

Trey said, “Man, what do I need to do to make it right?”

Ace said, “There ain’t shit you can do but let some time lapse. Make it all about her, but this one is going to be a hard one to get over. One thing you need to do is get that child support shit taken care of, and if I was you, I would get a restraining order against that baby mama.”

“A restraining order! Come on man, it ain’t that serious.”

“You still screwing this woman?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?” Ace looked at him with serious eyes. “Now you know you can tell me anything, I know that’s my daughter, but I know a man will be a man. Hell, like I told you, I fucked up many years ago. I know what it’s like to be young.”

“Hell, no, Ace! I ain’t lying, man. This chick just trying to make my life miserable because I’m not fucking with her.”

“Well, get the restraining order. It shows my daughter that you don’t wanna have shit to do with her, and your life will be a lot easier.”

Trey laughed, “I ain’t going through all that shit.”

Ace hugged Trey and said, “Good luck.” Trey strolled to the house as Ace walked to the passenger side of the car. Pulling the window up from the door, Ace folded the cardboard and slid it back between the door and window stabilizing the window again. Then he hopped back into the driver’s side of the car and started it up. 911 is a joke blasted out of the speakers as he left the plush neighborhood at a snail’s pace. Old school gangster rolling.