𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙. 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉, 𝖌𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉.

A permanent smile danced across Amina's face as she entered the court, beelining towards her crew. "Wassup, girl. You-" Cat stood transfixed mid-sentence and dragged her eyes along Amina's face. "Why you be smilin' like that? You got some good good?" Juice rolled her eyes and leaned against the wooden table. "Nah, I'm just enjoying life." She lied. Ever since she and Oscar had met up in the night, there had been countless of those nights.

"Enjoying life? Girl, what typa drugs you on? I want some. Talking 'bout enjoying life in prison. Bye Petunia." Laughs broke out at the girls's behavior as they kept on bickering. "Cat, if you ain't got nun' to do just say it. Go lay up with that Mexican clown of a warden you got on your broke ass payroll." Amina backfired. Cathaleya clicked her tongue and folded her arms across her chest. "He's Cuban, dummy. And just because you ain't getting no action from Spooky doesn't mean you get to come all up in my business."

A gasp left Juice's lips as her eyes widened in terror. Cat hummed knowingly, "Don't even try to deny it, I see you stealing glances at him. You want him."

Maria gazed up at Amina in complete shock. Just as she parted her lips to speak, Chio, Mortífera and an OG Santo interrupted. "Y'all seen Choca?" The OG questioned, landing her gaze on the women sitting at the table. They all muttered a 'no' or shook their head. The OG dragged her dark eyes towards Amina, a frown set upon her face. "You Juice?"

Amina ran her gaze towards Chio, Mortífera, then back towards the OG. She was a tall, heavyset Chola who looked like could body-slam Amina into her grave. "Who's asking?"

The chola smirked, "Me, La Pitón. You were Choca's ex-bunkie, right?" Amina shrugged carelessly. "Don't know who you're talking 'bout." Piton kissed her teeth and threateningly took a step forward, "Listen, little bruja, I'm not playing any games. Where's my cousin?!"

Cat stepped up, "Aye fatty, she told you, she don't kno' what the f*ck you're blabbering on about. Is that too much for your knucklehead to comprehend?" She snapped. A amusing grin painted Amina's lips. "I thought I was the only one thinking her IQ was below average." She pouted sarcastically.

The two broke out in laughs while Chio and Mortífera tried to hold Pitón back. Cecil, the guard rushed towards the three. "If you don't calm down, you're going back to the shoe." He hissed lowly. Pitón stopped fiddling and exhaled a strained sigh. Cecil slowly backed away, returning to his post. Amina caught him shooting a wink into Cat's direction who blushed at the gesture. "Watch your back, Juice." Chio threatened before scattering away.

In her oblivion, Amina had failed to notice that it was gardening day again which meant she would be in Spooky's company, yet it also meant that she was alone. Surrounded by mostly Los Santos crew.

Breathing out a feeble sigh, she grabbed the trusted pitchfork to perform her weekly task. While she was too engulfed in her thoughts, she again failed to notice Chio sneak up by stealth. Luckily, Oscar caught a glimpse of the shank Chio held tightly in her grasp. He swiftly scanned his surroundings before approaching Salma. While she beelined towards Amina, he quickened his pace and passed her — succeeding to inconspicuously slip the shank from her hands.

As if suddenly awoken from her daze, Salma gasped and stood transfixed. Spooky roughly grabbed ahold of her arm which didn't go unnoticed by Amina. "You crazy?! You really trying to shiv a Prophet in broad daylight?" He hissed lowly, yet the deep baritone in his voice swiftly caused goosebumps to hover on Salma's skin. "I.. I.."

"You didn't think, Salma! You could end up in the shoe for these type of reckless actions! You gotta think, baby. I can't lose you." His voice stern and dominating voice softened towards the end of his sentence. Maybe he didn't love her nor feel any type of romantic affection towards her, he sure did care about her. Who would he talk to if she ended up doing something reckless?

"You're right. I'm sorry, Spook." She adverted her dull green orbs downward and nuzzled her head into his chest. "It's okay, mi alma." He purred. Amina couldn't manage to drag her eyes from the intimate gesture the two were sharing. Just when she blinked, she finally noticed the welled up tears which blurred her vision. What the f*ck? You're in prison. Why are you crying over some guy? Wow, I must be pregnant since I'm acting like some headass.

A motion ahead caught her eye. Cat stood in the doorway while frantically swinging her arms in the air. As soon as she saw that she held Amina's attention, she mouthed a 'come!'

Dumb ass.

Amina dropped her pitchfork and beelined towards the guard. "Can I go to the bathroom? It's that time of the month." She questioned. He shot me a suspicious glare before sternly nodding, "Five minutes, inmate."

She swiftly scurried off and entered the main hall. Cat rushed towards her and harshly dragged her towards the staircase. "What's going on?" Amina queried in complete and utter confusion. Cat seemed distraught and frantic. "You know when I told you Choca was taken care of?" She swiftly nodded. "Well, they found her."

"Who's they, Cat?" Amina queried while placing her arms on her best friend's arms, in attempt to calm her down. "We killed Choca and hid her body in a washing machine. Because you know.. she stank so it was necessary to put her fast, nasty, dusty ass-"

"Cat!" She hissed. "You killed La Choca?! Why would you do that!" Cat rolled her eyes and smacked her lips, the sudden distress gone. "She never would've stopped harassing you, Mina. She had this crazy obsession with you which almost had you killed by the way."

Amina sighed and rubbed her temples, in order to lessen the developing stress. "You said they found her. Who's they?"

The alarming panic seemed to seep into her being once again. "The Santos. They found Choca's body in washer and went to the yard to inform Spooky so he could see it for himself. We need to get her body out of that washer before he sees it." A dark cloud of determination loomed in Cat's eyes. Every fiber in her body would make sure nobody would find Choca. "Let's do it." Amina agreed.