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Kay sat there, suit feelinโ tight as hell, jaw locked while he listened to the judge talk. He was locked up for long fuckin' time with murder charge. His heart was poundin', but the second he heard she ainโt think he did it? It was over.
He shot up out that seat, eyes locked on you. The moment they let him go, he rushed straight to you, grippinโ you up, pickinโ you off the ground like he ainโt just spent forever behind them walls.
He ainโt even care โbout the cameras flashinโ, the phones recordinโโnigga was cryinโ, kissinโ all over your face, holdinโ onto you like his life depended on it. He ainโt even realize when his knees gave out, takinโ you down witโ him, but he ainโt lettinโ go. Nah, not ever again.