DEJUAN

We finally got Arique to calm down. Instead of crying like any other five year old, this young nigga cussed about it like a grown ass man. Nigga had both of my babies crying loud as hell and Analya fussing cause she don't like mean people as she would say and Ronnie just died laughing.

"What type of grades do you make?" Eric asks Arique. "All As and Bs." he answers. Eric frowns. "Bs? What's up with those Bs, man?" he asks. I shake my head. I'd kill twenty niggas for Ronnie ass to actually pay attention and get a B. He could care less about school. I was the same when I was nine though.

"Hello? What's up with the Bs Arique?" Eric asks. Arique starts grinning big as hell. "I get Bs as in them bitches. Daddy, I got them hoes." he exclaims, rubbing his hands together.

Him and Ronnie start dying laughing. These two act just like me and Jay when we were in the pen together.

"Watch your mouth. That isn't good to say." Eric says. "I have a question uncle Eric, why you talk like a white boy but everybody else talk hood as hell?" Ronnie asks. I cut my eyes at him. "First of all, yo momma black and white. So you technically white too." I say. "Stop cussing Ronnie. And I speak this way because I'm intelligent." he answers.

Naly pushes Ronnie. "Leave my brother alone, you ugly piece of sh-" I cut her off. "Analya, no cussing." I say. "I didn't even cuss, I was gonna say shucks." she says. I shake my head.

ZAYA

"When you gone tell ya kids you alive, honey?" Almond asks walking in his guest bedroom I'm sleeping in. I shrug my shoulders.  "I haven't exactly figured it out yet. Any ideas?" I ask. "Nope... not really. Have you told your jail bird yet?" he asks, snickering

"Fuck you, my baby went down riding for me and Célina." I say. "Yeah... he was real for that. You know you were supposed to have a couple murder charges when you got up, right? But he took his charges and yours when he went down." he tells me.

My eyes tear up. He had his flaws but that man literally would do anything humanly possible to make me happy and I respect him so much for that no matter what we went through.

"I wanna see him... but he thinks I'm dead. What if he cuffed one of his hoes over these years? What if she visits him and stuff?" I ask, wiping my eyes.  "Girl, hush. Your jail bird gave up on loving women when you went down." he says. "He's gay?" I scream. "Bitch, no. If he was gay, I would've been doing summer salts on his dıck by now, girl don't play. He is fine as hell, I would've been on that honey." he says, then snaps his fingers in a Z formation.

I glare at him. "Get your own man, that's gone always be all mine." I say. "And a million other hoes. Girl you know he can't stay faithful for a week before messing off on you." he says.

"Almond, hush. He actually changed. I want to visit him and let him know that I'm alive." I tell him. "No... I have a better idea. I'll be back." he says, then skips out smiling his ass off. I wonder what he has up his sleeve.

PROD

"How long you in here, man?" this nigga in my cell asks. I glance over at him then shake my head and look away. "Mothafucka, why the hell you talkin' to me while you sittin' here on the toilet taking a shit?" I snap. What dumb fuck came up with forcing two grown ass men in a cell with one toilet, forcing real niggas to see another full grown man piss and shit?

"My bad, mane. Prod, I looked up to you growin' up. I still do. I ain't tryin' to ride yo dıck or nothin' but I'm giving credit where it's due." he says. I smack my lips. "The fuck you think I am, an emperor, nigga? The hell you ridin' my dıck for? I think you flirting with me, man to man and I ain't with that. Young nigga, try me, that's yo ass." I say, laying back on my bunk.

"My fault, G. Forreal, my bad." he says. "How old are you anyway nigga?" I ask. "Seventeen." he answers. I raise my eyebrow. He should be in juvenile but then again, naw... DJ and Jay was in here when they was only kids so scratch that.

"What the hell you in here for, especially on this floor with the niggas these punk ass police officers fear?" I ask. This supposed to be where they put the "monsters" as they weak asses call us.

"Well, my grandma forced me to go to church. I got up in there and the pastor told me I was goin' to hell cause when the usher put the offering bucket in my face, I told him get the fuck out my face with they gold diggin ass. So I killed twenty people in the pastor house since he said I was going to hell." he nonchalantly says. This nigga eyeball twitching and his smiling with them stacked ass teeth. Nigga creepy as fuck.

"I'm such a fucking gangsta. Watch me pop my collar. Yeeeehawwww, ride em cowboy!" he yells. I raise my eyebrow. "Look, mothafucka! Sit yo corny ass down and shut the hell up!" I snap.

Gotdamn, I was better off with my old cell mate before I cut his tongue out for talkin' too much when I was trying to sleep.

This shit gone drive me crazy, I swear.

Officer Donna comes then smirks at me. I chuckle then nod my head at her. "Your lawyer's here." she says, opening my cell. She cuffs me then leads me down the hall.

I sit down across from Zaya's brother, Tylinn. This nigga was and still is the top attorney. I seen him get niggas who killed over a hundred people straight off death row. He good at what he do, forreal.

"What you got for me?" I ask , getting straight to business. He opens his brief case. "Money talks, Prod. I was able to pull a few strings. But listen, in order for you to get out, you gonna have to come out your pockets. I know a million is like a dollar to you, but sir... it'll be more this time." he says. "How much?" he asks. "One billion dollars." he says.

Gotdamn! On the outside, I look calm. On the inside, a nigga screaming. Over the years, I tripled that fourteen billion I already had, so my money stacked. I won't be hurting at all but damn, a nigga don't like spending that much money at one time under no circumstances.

"Damn." I say. "Are you willing to pay that to bail yourself out?" he asks. I lean back in my chair, then sigh. These opps probably figured I didn't have that kind of money when they set that bail. They was most likely trying to be funny knowing how the opps operate.

"This jail shit boring but it's helpin' me fight my urge to get back in the streets. Imma give it some thought tho. I'll get back with you in bout a month or two." I answer. He nods his head. "Good business." he simply says, then walks out.

One billion dollars man. This decision kinda hard. I'll lose my mind without Zaya being there. I don't know what I'm gone do about this.

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