by Untamed
“Well, you said I was your lady, right?”
“Yeah, my number one,” I lied. “Speaking of, have you heard anything on Trinity?”
She rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. “No, Pooch. I keep telling you. Ain’t nobody seen or heard from that bitch. Why you keep worrying about her if I’m your lady?”
“I got my fuckin’ reasons,” I said, seething, but quickly eased up. “Look, you are my girl, but I really need you to put some effort into tryin’ to find out where this bitch went or something. I need to get at her on some real personal shit. Can you please do that for me?”
She huffed. “Yeah.”
“What’s going on with my cousins’ cases?”
“Both of them waiting on appeals approval.”
“Damn,” I mumbled. “Tell Stein that I’ll consider his offer.”
“You gon’ snitch on Tot?”
“Shut your fuckin’ mouth, Flava. Let the world know. Damn,” I said angrily as I looked around to make sure nobody heard. “Look, it’s every nigga for himself at this point, and I gotta get out of here. I ain’t spending no hundred one years in lockup, and I got some unfinished business I need handled.”
She shrugged. “A’ight. I’ll tell him.”
“Tell him don’t come at me with no bullshit either. It better be right,” I ordered. “Look, I need you to do me a favor, so can you come up here this weekend for a face-to-face visit?”
“I’m supposed to be doing this gig with Black Pearl in Tallahassee.”
“Man, fuck that gig. I’m talkin’ up on some real shit.”
Crossing her arms, she leaned back with her attitude on go. “Pooch, I gotta live too. I’m paying your attorney fees and putting money on your books and shit. I need the extra money.”
Bitch had a point there. “A’ight. Come next weekend then, and I mean that shit.”
I caved ’cause I needed the money. She was already frustrating me, and I was locked up. I was gonna have to dump this bitch as soon as I got out of this hell hole because I couldn’t tolerate no hardheaded-ass woman. At least Trinity listened. Man, look at this shit. This bitch done left me to rot, and I’m still tryin’ to remember the good shit about her. That fuckin’ bitch always has been my Achilles heel. She gon’ be the fuckin’ death of me.
“Time,” my CO called out to me.
This punk muthafucka. “Listen, I gotta go.”
“All right. Call me on Thursday to see if I came up with anything,” Flava replied.
“A’ight. Bet,” I said and gave her one of my million-dollar smiles.
“I love you, Pooch.”
I rubbed my face to keep my laughter inside. “I love you too. Remember that shit,” I lied. We hung up, and my CO got me.
I ain’t gonna lie. Flava had been down for me. Throughout my whole case, she had my back. She was the only one of them fucking strippers who didn’t snitch, and she testified on my behalf. She stood by a nigga like a true down-ass bitch was supposed to. A part of me wished I did love her instead of that fuckin’ Trinity, because she proved she was the type of woman I needed by my side. But my heart was in shambles over Trinity. I would never love another woman again. Even if I did find myself caring for Flava, it would never be like how it was for Trinity. I was ashamed to admit it, but I truly loved that bitch, and in a lot of ways, I still did. The more I thought about her bending that ass over and letting Terrence tap that shit, the madder I got. I had to release some pressure.
I coughed. “Hey, CO Billings. I’m feelin’ a little sick in my chest. Can you take me to the infirmary?”
“It’s always something with your ass, Smalls. Damn, come on,” he said as he escorted me to the infirmary. “Wait here,” he said as he went to get the nurse. Soon, he escorted me into the room.
“I got him, Billings,” Nurse Lisa said to him.
“You need me to wait in here?” he asked her.
“No, you can wait in the waiting area. He’ll be fine. I’m used to Mr. Smalls coming here by now,” she joked with him as he walked out.
“I don’t like you flirting with him,” I said once my CO was gone.
“I’m not flirting, Pooch. I just don’t want him to get suspicious. I hid your money and food in your usual spot,” Lisa said.
I winked at her. “Good. That’s my girl.”
“What’s your issue today?” she asked, straddling my lap.
“I got built-up pressure I need to release.”
“Stand up,” she ordered as she helped me to my feet and removed my jumpsuit. She was about to slide down her panties when I stopped her. “Nah, babe. I just need a quick release.”
“Oh, okay.” She dropped to her knees and pulled out my dick.
“That’s right, babe. Stroke him up real good,” I moaned quietly as she stuck it in her mouth.
I swear this bitch’s mouth was like resting my shit in a volcano. It stayed hot, and she made me cum so fuckin’ fast. Within a few minutes, my shit was oozing all down her throat like hot lava as I gripped the back of her head and pumped in and out, making her take it all to the last drop.
“Feel better?” she asked as she cleaned her mouth.
“Hell yeah,” I said as I sat down after she’d helped me pull my jumpsuit up. “You ain’t nothing but the truth, I swear.”
“Good,” she said, giving me some cough drops. “I think you’ll live,” she said and got the CO.
“Time to go, inmate,” CO Billings said in an authoritative tone to impress Lisa.
Really, my nigga? Fuckin’ clown. I had to stifle a laugh. That nigga had been trying to push up on that bitch probably since before I got here, and within two weeks of my being here, I had her dropping her drawers, opening her mouth, and providing me shit, and I didn’t have a fuckin’ thing to offer her. Now you tell me whose game was tighter? At least this dumb muthafucka could give her money and some benefits, but she didn’t want that shit. A chance to be with a certified bad boy and some good pipe was all she wanted. And they say men are shallow. It just proves ghetto birds and educated dimes all liked bad boys, baby. There was just something about us that turned them the fuck on, and hell yeah, I was gon’ reap every benefit I could from it.
Right now, a bitch on the inside and a bitch on the outside was all I had, and I needed both them broads. It was time to get my pill game up on the inside so I could get some money in my pockets and make sure I could start giving back to Lisa and Flava. That was sure to keep them on my team and make them bend to what I needed done. And I needed them to keep handlin’ my urges. I refused to be one of these shit-packin’ muthafuckas, and if a nigga thought he was gon’ pack my shit, he had another think coming. He’d better kill me if he tried it, because I damn sure would kill him. I was already serving 101 years. What the fuck else I had to lose?
“What took you so long to get back?” Wolf, my cellmate, asked once I was back inside the cell.
“I had to make a pit stop to the infirmary,” I said, putting a cough drop in my mouth.
He laughed. “Boy, you ain’t been here but four months, and you already pimpin’ ’em.”
“Got to, Wolf. How the hell you been in here seven years without hittin’ somethin’ I do not know.”
“From time to time, I’ve had some female COs who’ve helped me out. But shit, I’m used to my right hand,” Wolf said.
“Man, fuck all that. I’m gettin’ me,” I said. “You sure you ain’t switched teams?”
He laughed. “Hell no, young buck, never that. But I got tried once in my first facility in Florida. That shit was bananas.”
“Yo, so what happened?” I asked, not really believing his “tried” theory. This nerd muthafucka looked like he’d be anybody’s bitch.
“I shanked that muthafucka in the neck and made him suck on it. Then I nutted and pissed in his face, bitch,” he said seriously.
“Man, get the fuck outta here! You didn’t do that.”
Out of nowhere, this bitch pulled a blade from his mouth. �
�Yes, I did. I stay strapped, young buck. Always.”
Nerd-ass Wolf was the truth. I was shocked. “Damn, man. A’ight. I hear you.”
He released a slight chuckle. “It’s best you learn real quick in here never to underestimate anybody. Once you learn that, you good to go.”
We fist bumped. “Cool, thanks, Wolf,” I said, taking in what he had to say.
“No problem,” he said as I lay back on my bunk.
He bent down real quick, and the next thing I knew, the blade was at my neck. “As a matter of fact, I need a little suck now.”
“You sure you want to do that? I think you might need to look again.” My eyes darted to the side, where I had my shank pointed at his side.
“Fast learner,” he said and stood up.
“Yeah, I am, and please believe I stay strapped too,” I laughed as we fist bumped again.
“You gon’ be all right in here,” Wolf said, jumping on his top bunk.
“Nah, Wolf man. I’m springin’ this bitch real soon.”
“You caught up with your baby’s mother?”
“Nope, but it’s only a matter of time. If I don’t catch her before I spring this camp, I’ll definitely catch her when I’m out. You can bet that,” I said, thinking back over all the things I did for her and how she just left me for Terrence. “Yeah, man, you can bet that.”
I was gon’ think of all the ways to get back at this bitch when I did, too. What else I had to do? I had nothing but time.
Stay tuned for
Never Again, No More 3:
Karma’s Brew