My Pin Stripped Armani Suit

My pin stripped Armani Suit looking like a million bucks, crisp, no lint not a single speck, I notice all 144 eyes of the jury looking at me, one woman smiles, I smile back what the heck.

I take my seat near this Judas, who has been a huge inside part of the governments’ master plan, I was never given a chance by him the minute he met me and saw that I was a black man. I turned myself in to face these charges; my co-defendant did the opposite and ran, He knew this jury pool would be made up of members of a card carrying clan.

The first witness called to the stand is an agent from the FBI, special agent Jim Michael Stoken, He was the first one who got frustrated after his four hours of questioning me and I still hadn’t broken. The ironic part is that he was half black himself, so he was to them the closet thing to being considered sort of a token. I saw my little shortie there and communicated with her thru my eyes, no words needed to be spoken.

Our non-verbal is always on point she know what needs to be immediately implemented and has to be done, there is a sudden mist of coughing and choking amongst every one. A tear cascades down my cheek as the people in the court room start to run, she will never let her man go out like that, it was in her power, a promise she had made long ago even before the conception of their very first son…….

To be continued……..