Page 87 of I Heard It All Before

“Ain’t no hoe in my blood and you know that better than anybody,” Kamari replied.

“Says the hoe ass nigga who shot at me,” Demi snapped.

“I wasn’t shooting at you. I was shooting at your punk ass boyfriend,” Kamari admitted.

“I was in the car with him and you knew that. We were in my damn car. I know you felt played when he knocked you out, but it wasn’t that serious. Besides, you hit him first,” Demi noted.

“Are you seriously sitting here defending this nigga Demi?” Kamari asked through clenched teeth.

“I sure am,” Demi admitted.

“Yeah, well, you should know that it was his bitch who set the shit up for us to be robbed. That nigga probably had something to do with it too,” Kamari said.

“Stop reaching Kamari. And we didn’t get robbed, you did. I didn’t know that my life was in jeopardy because you had drugs in the house,” Demi corrected.

“But, was it that serious for you to file for divorce Demi? I was a damn good husband to you and you know that. I loved the ground you walked on and I was never unfaithful. It’s like you forgot about all of that and just said fuck me,” Kamari said angrily.

“Being faithful is not all that a marriage is about Kamari. I couldn’t trust you and that was a huge problem. You never took my feelings into consideration. Not to mention, you started putting your hands on me. I would have been a fool to stay and put up with that. I gave you chances and I almost lost my life behind it,” Demi rambled.

“So, that gave you a pass to fuck one of my customers?” Kamari asked.

“You sound like a damn fool. I didn’t even know that you were still selling drugs. How would I have known that Cam was your customer? He didn’t even know that you were my husband,” Demi answered.

“And you’re still defending this nigga like he’s God or something,” Kamari chuckled sarcastically.

“Go back to your table and talk to your lawyer,” Demi instructed. The Blaire Firm had lots of attorneys, so she wasn’t familiar with the man who was representing him.

“He’s good. That nigga gets paid by the hour,” Kamari said, referring to the lawyer that Lawrence had hired to represent him.

“I still want you to leave me alone,” Demi noted.

“You love that nigga, Demi?” Kamari asked.

“I sure do,” Demi answered honestly.

“Damn. I’m sorry that my aim was off that night. Don’t worry, I won’t miss next time.” Kamari winked as he got up and went back to the table with his lawyer.

Amy got an earful, but Demi didn’t care. She started shaking when Kamari said what he said and she was ready to go. She quickly scribbled some info on a piece of paper and told the guard to pass it to her client. Demi powerwalked out of the office and pulled her phone from her purse. She didn’t know how long Kamari was going to be in jail, but she needed to make a few moves before he was released. She was cool with a few senior attorneys at the firm and she wanted to inquire about getting a speedy divorce. Since Kamari was locked up, it would be much easier to do.

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Kamari chuckled as he laid in his bunk and read over the mail that he’d just received. Demi played no games and she proved that. Two weeks after he saw her at the jailhouse, he got papers letting him know that their divorce had been finalized. Demi had obviously pulled some strings at her job to get it done faster, but there was nothing that he could do about it. He was officially single and that shit depressed him more than being where he was. Demi was supposed to be the mother of his kids. They were supposed to grow old together. Things went all the way left and it was all his fault. He had no problem admitting it, but he still didn’t like the outcome. In his eyes, Demi was now the enemy, just like Asha, her brothers, and Cam.

“Logan!” the guard yelled. “You have an attorney’s visit.”

“I just saw my attorney yesterday. He’s not coming back until next week,” Kamari replied.

“I’m just doing my job. Let’s go!” the guard barked.

Kamari was confused, but he got up and followed him anyway. He didn’t know what was going on, but he was curious. He waited outside the attorney’s conference room with the deputy until he was escorted in. Kamari looked at all the tables, but there was only one attorney sitting there. He didn’t recognize the man, but he’d obviously recognized him.

“Mr. Logan, have a seat please,” the man said with a bright smile.

“I think you have the wrong person. I already have an attorney,” Kamari replied as he turned to walk away.

“Kamari Logan?” the man asked.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Kamari replied.

“You’re the person who I’ve been sent to come see. Have a seat Mr. Logan. I have an offer for you that I’m sure you won’t refuse. If all goes well, I’ll have you out of here sooner than you think,” the man said, getting Kamari’s undivided attention.

“How is that possible, when I don’t even have a bond?” Kamari questioned.

“You just leave that to me. You scratch my back and I’ll be happy to scratch yours,” the man replied.

“I’m listening,” Kamari assured him and listened to what he had to say. He was on board with whatever if it guaranteed his freedom. He didn’t know what his unknown visitor had in mind, but he was ready to find out.

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