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by Corey Bryant


  Sure enough, Garcia was being watched.

  “So, when do you think is a good time to crank back up.” Asked Renaldo.

  “After Antonio’s trial which is soon. I’m trying to free him?

  “Free him, how are you gonna do that pops?

  “I’m going to come up with something.” Said Garcia. “you don’t run into people like Antonio all the time. Got to keep him or get him free!” Said Garcia.

  “How are the lawyers talking? Asked Renaldo.

  Garcia grinned and twitched in the seat to that question.

  “It doesn't look too good.” Said Garcia.

  “There’s no way to get to the witnesses? Asked Renaldo.

  “After all that has happened, I doubt it.

  “So, what are you thinking about? Breaking him out?”

  “Yeah!” Answered Garcia.

  Chicago

  7:00 P.M.

  D’Ant had contacted his people like his father suggested.

  Garcia got back to him shortly and told him. “After the trial.”

  Simple as that D’Anthony accepted the message in his mind as a sign to stay patient.

  Meanwhile, he was at a Bull's basketball game with his girl. Chilling and enjoying the game when someone tapped his shoulder almost making him jump out of his seat. He quickly looked back to see who it was and to his surprise, it was his old mentor and old plug/ O.G. from his hood G-Rock!

  “Wusup, D’Ant? Good to see you back we got a lot to talk about.”

  D’Ant answered. “Yeah, we do.”

  A week later

  Atlanta, GA

  Federal Courthouse

  It was showtime! Time for my trial to kick off or should I say our trial. Motions had been submitted to have our trials separate. I thought the judge would do that because the trial would be longer and better for publicity. Ain’t no telling how this would turn out and that’s no lie. I was kind of nervous on the strength of all these rats. Motherfuckas not keeping it real and it was hard as hell to get to the witnesses or jurors.

  After all the shit that happened and my reputation, the government wasn’t taking any chances.

  “Antonio Deangelo!” Hollered at one of the CO’s as they were approaching my cell.

  “No need to holla um up and ready!”

  Two CO’s approached my cell and put handcuffs, belly chains, and shackles on my feet like a slave. I hated like a fuck that I had got caught up again.

  “Man, the media are like animals out there.” Said one of the CO’s.

  “Bru, if you beat this case you’ll put me on in the rap game? You said you would my nigga.” Said the CO.

  He had been looking out for me by bringing me cigarettes, weed, and cell phones. In turn, I had his pockets fat. One of the female CO’s liked me and ole boy set it up for me to fuck her.

  “Yea, I got you my nigga. Even if I lose I’ll get you signed to my son’s record label when he kicks back off. If not, I’ll holler at one of these industry niggaz to put you on. My word is my bond.”

  “Bet, my nigga you good people. I can tell you ain’t the monster they make you out to be. I wish you luck in the trial.”

  “Thanks!” I said. The whole time he was talking I was wondering about the big Chicano C.O. He was quiet and serious-looking as a fuck, but it was something about him like maybe I’d seen him before. Then he had this gangster swagger about him. I don’t know. Anyway, they led me to the courtroom and when I entered cameras and lights were everywhere. I see what the CO was talking about. They led me past the prosecutor’s table to the defense table where my legal team was. They stood up to greet me and they made sure the CO’s took the cuffs and belly chains off me. They left the shackles on as I sat down and listened to my lawyers as they explained their strategy to me again.

  “All rise!” Screamed the bailiff as the judge came out of his chambers and approached the bench.

  “You may be seated!” Said federal Judge Barrett Thomas. “This is case #018-339-760. The United States vs defendant Antonio Deangelo et al with co-defendants. We’ll get to them later. Is the government prepared?” Said the judge.

  “Yes, your honor.”

  “Okay!”

  “What about the defense? Are you all prepared to make your opening statements?”

  “Yes, we are!”

  “Well, let’s have it!” Said the judge.

  “Showtime!” I mumbled under my breath to my lawyers.

  The End

  Autobiography

  Author, Corey Bryant is 48 yrs old. Corey Bryant was born in Opelika, Alabama. As a child, Corey enjoyed reading all kinds of books and magazines. At the age of 19, Corey was incarcerated in the state of Alabama prison system. After serving about 3 yrs. he started writing but didn’t get serious until he served 20 yrs in jail. That’s when he wrote and completed yielding 2 unfulfilled Desires Vol. 1 and part of vol. 2 and R.I.C.O vol. 1 Corey still enjoys reading and writing and spending time with family and friends. Corey resides in Opelika, Alabama.

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