A Gangsters Melody (18 page)

“Yeah, I know ya’ll mouths are hanging wide open. I couldn’t believe that shit either, and I’m still finding it hard to get over. The man that I loved, the one who claimed he loved me, the nigga that fathered my child had been lying to me all of this time. Now some of you are calling me things like jackass, and naïve. Some of you hypocrites are even calling me a dumb bitch. As if what happened to me couldn’t or hasn’t happened to you. Shit. This type of thing happens to females like me and you every day. I’m just the only one who ain’t scared to tell her story. You see I don’t care if you call me a dumb bitch because I was, I’ll admit it. But I’m hoping ya’ll can learn from my story. Oh yeah my story. Let’s get back to it….

As ya’ll read, that motherfucker Travon blamed all of that shit on me, the guns, coke, money, everything. When we got down to the precinct somebody bailed him out, to the tune of $1 million dollars. I’ll admit, that same someone tried to bail me out too but I was denied bail because all of that shit was tied to my name, houses, cars, jewelry, the beauty salons everything, and I had no way to show how I earned any of it. Surprisingly enough the same someone that tried to post my bail also paid for my attorney. The attorney wouldn’t tell me who retained his services but I figured it was Travon. The question was did he really love me and just get caught up, or was I just a convenient piece of pussy and a scapegoat and the motherfucker just felt guilty?

In any event, against my lawyer’s advice I took the case to trial. The D.A. had offered a deal of 20 years even though it was only my first offense. But I was 4 months pregnant and I was 100% innocent. I knew that I would win if I took the case to trial. Monica convinced my grandmother to testify for me, but she ended up hurting my case even more by saying that she barely knew me and that I moved out as soon as I got there. She told how I was driving expensive cars and living lavishly and hanging out with the wrong crowd. You would think that she was testifying against me. Monica and the girls couldn’t even help me because their records were so fucked up that they couldn’t be credible witnesses. So I was all alone. It was me against the government’s star witness, Mr. Travon Outlaw. I broke down right there in my seat watching my first and only love testify against me. According to him
he
was the naïve one. He said that
I
showered
him
with money, cars and expensive gifts. He said when he asked where all of my money came from, I told him it came from owning three beauty salons. (You know, the ones he bought for me.) When I took the stand I could barely hold myself together, and Travon couldn’t look me in my face. But I told my story. I told the truth. I explained how I was only guilty of being a young naïve girl from Marion Ohio who was in love, dangerously in love as the song goes. I noticed some jury members getting teary-eyed listening to my testimony. I thought I noticed Travon wipe a tear from his eye and mouth the words I’m sorry. I had won the trial; I could feel it in my heart and soul. The jury came back with its decision. The judge ordered me to stand as the jury read the verdict. GUILTY on all counts. I was hit with the 848, that was the kingpin statute. I was sentenced to 372 years in jail. I collapsed right then and there. I lost three things that day, my mind, my freedom, and my baby. Travon on the other hand left with everything, including his wife and 2 sons, from New York. Yeah that’s right you read correctly. Travon was married with children. His defense team celebrated while Travon just sat there with his

head in his hands looking like he just lost his best friend, because he knew that he had. So that’s how it ends, with a new beginning. It’s Okay to cry, go ahead. But don’t cry for me, cry for the women that this is happening to everyday. If you know someone in this similar situation have them read this book and tell them that I am a diamond in the rough and I leave this jewel. All money ain’t good money, because in the end he played me like a gangster’s melody. Peace.

Outside of the courthouse D-Boy is parked alone and stressed about the thought of his best friend going to jail forever on the count of his disloyalty and betrayal. He is crying and very distraught when a car with tinted windows pulls up along side of him. The window rolls down and Lorenzo is driving with Travon in the passenger seat.