****D'Kiyah & Von pov****
D'Kiyah walked into the doors of Danton County Jail with a slight attitude. She wore a skintight black dress with red pumps. Her hair was pulled up in a princess bun, and her breasts were exposed and accented with a red lace bra. D'Kiyah walked with an elegant sway toward the front desk. She was ready for love and war. She started and stopped as she felt a jump in her panties that was unexpected.
Thoughts of A'Marionn's dick playing with her G-spot made her pussy twitch. Yet, she burned with anger. She took A'Marionn's rejection harder than she herself expected. She assumed he was ready for love. His business was taking a huge leap toward monetary stability, and all she wanted to do was love and care for him.
Her love for money wouldn't be denied, but she actually cared for A'Marionn. She wouldn't be ignored either. She could give two shits about Von. She knew he was bad news. The thing was, he was the closest thing to A'Marionn, and she just wanted to be with him. So second best would just have to do.
D'Kiyah waited for assistance at the window of the clerk's desk. The clerk was busy filling out some paper-work and had yet to address her. The place was filled with homeless people and drunk men. D'Kiyah had to cover her nose and face to shield from the fumes of vomit and pee.
"Excuse me, ma'am." D'Kiyah straightened her stance and tugged at her black minidress that rode high above her knees. Her dress left little to the imagination, but then again, that was the point. She wasn't sure how easy Von was. She knew he wasn't a disciplined man by his track record. He was in jail based on greed.
So he was a man with a weak soul.
"Money," D'Kiyah said to herself, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Her heels were necessary, but they were beginning to give her hell.
"Ma'am, can I get some assistance, please?" D'Kiyah asked with a hint of irritation. She didn't want to come off like she was some ghetto hood rat, but she felt some kind of way about being ignored. The clerk was black and thought she was better than the rest of the working class in front of her desk. She was one of those fat, hairy women with a grey goatee, smirking every time she looked up from her computer and notepad.
D'Kiyah was getting angry at this point. The clerk's attitude became a sting in her craw. Her blood was beginning to boil, and nervousness followed. She sure as hell couldn't be caught by A'Marionn at the jail bailing Von out. How was she going to explain that shit? Especially after the way she talked about Von previously, as if he was a walking virus. He was bad news, but if she had to, she would take him.
D'Kiyah was good at taking on cases. Von just needed the right woman to tell him what to do. Honestly, the pussy does that if the woman behind the cat is working it correctly. A man is easily tamed by a woman's touch. Those with weak spirits, that is.
"How can I help you, ma'am?"
"Well, I'm here to pay the bail for a friend."
"Friend, huh?"
"Yes, friend!"
"Okay, so what's the name of this friend?"
"He goes by the name of DaVontae or Von."
"Riiggghht, the innocent one. Then again, all of our inmates are innocent," the officer commented, amused by her sarcastic undertone.
D'Kiyah just stood there with her lips pinched, trying desperately not to speak for fear she would spew something unsavory.
"How much is the bail, ma'am?" D'Kiyah asked, avoiding the general conversation the officer was interested in conducting.
"Two grand, 10 percent!"
D'Kiyah sucked on her teeth as she dug into her purse and pulled out a wad of cash. The officer looked on with a glow in her eyes, but a nasty look of disapproval on her brow.
D'Kiyah counted out the money slowly, on purpose, so the officer could get a good look at it. She knew she was itching to ask her where the money came from. She probably thought DaVontae was her pimp or some shit. D'Kiyah thought to indulge in the officer's unspoken assumptions, but she hadn't the time.
"Here!" D'Kiyah slid the money onto the counter. She was sad to see it go, but it was a small price to pay for her investment.
The officer counted the money at least three times before instructing one of the officers to go and fetch DaVontae.
"If you would just take a seat. It shouldn't be long. Just fill out these papers."
D'Kiyah took the clipboard from the officer and headed toward a vacant seat. The eyes were heavy on her. The stench of booze and sex was heavy. Coked out prostitutes hung out on every corner of the room as if marking their territory, while drunken bar hoppers sobered up on the bench.
The jail was overcrowded, and D'Kiyah worried about possible disease if she sat down for too long. Sadly, she would have to take a chance because her dogs were barking.