𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓. 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗.

"Maria Yveres. You have a visitor." Cecil announced as he unlocked the door and created a passage for her. She followed the warden through the spacious prison and entered a familiar white painted room. Countless chairs and tables stood scattered across the room. Murmurs of sweet nothings echoed along the walls.

Maria gave the warden a tight nod before landing her eyes upon a familiar figure. A crushing smile lined her lips as she approached, "Hija.." She exhaled while engulfing her six month old daughter in her hands. The child cooed and lifted her rounded lips up into a gum-bearing smile. "You look so beautiful, baby. Who dressed you up? Daddy did, didn't he?" Maria smiled.

She finally flickered her attention for her child to him. He still looked as handsome as ever; the tattoos that attracted her to him still graced his body as precious as ever, his head was always shaved and the visible stubble had slowly grown into a short patch of beard hair. Every time her mind wandered towards the questions that were deeply rooted in the stems of her consciousness, the sight of her seemed to succumb those negative thoughts. Every time she gazed at him, she knew, that this all was absolutely worth it.

"Hi, amorado." Maria cheesed, while bashfully biting her bottom lip. Even though the two had been together for well over three years, he never failed to conjure a blush upon her caramel colored cheeks.

"Mi cariño." He hummed whilst leaning in, before softly pressing a passionate kiss upon her scarlet lips. Maria sat down, her baby still cooing in her arms while wandering her young, innocent eyes along the room. "How've you been?" Armando, her boyfriend, questioned. She exhaled a breathy laugh before steadily leaning in. "I did something, Mando. And the Santos caught me. El Matador knows."

Armando tightly clenched his jaw before running his thumb along his nose in thought. "Did he threaten you?" He queried in a tone that was all too familiar with Maria; his deep voice carried a storm within, it was prevailing and urgent. "He did. Told me that if he sees me, it's on sight. The only thing that stopped him was Spooky."

He kissed his teeth and disapprovingly shook his head, "That cabrón." He seethed. "Armando, he did save my life." She stated sternly. He wandered his eyes along her face before peering into her pleading eyes. "I'll get you out of here soon, I promise, cariño."

"Came to see me again?" Cat smirked and running her tongue along her pearly white teeth while fluttering her alluring eyes. Cecil's lips lifted into a silent smirk as he locked the door to the vacant library. "I missed you yesterday." He spoke while entwining their hands.

Cat rolled her eyes and exhaled a deep, annoyed sigh. "Your co-worker, Wanda the Witch, made me do a double shift in cleaning the bathrooms just because I called her a dickhead." A genuine laugh echoed from Cecil's chest. "Why can't you be the bigger person for once?" He smiled.

Cat raised her eyebrows, "For what? I'm in prison already. It's a little too late for that, playa."

He shook his head, yet a bright smile was evident on his face. "Less talking, more kissing." He hummed playfully before smashing his ample, fleshly lips upon her gleaming ones.

A loud hum of clanging metals awoke Amina from her deep slumber. Fluttering her eyes open, she landed her groggily eyes upon a warden who stood in the doorway of her secluded cell. She lifted her head off the thin blanket she used a pillow. "Happy one month," The warden grumbled before handing her a dark grey two piece. "After you've dressed, you're going back to the D-block. So hurry up." He ordered.

One month down. Thirty-five more to go.

After dwelling in his presence, Amina swiftly exchanged her dark blue two piece for the dark grey one. Her mind ran amok as she started her journey towards the D-Block, the warden walking tally beside her. One month had she been incarcerated. That one month consisted of fights, pain and a dead body. Knowing it wasn't going to be any easier, she couldn't help but make the ultimate decision..

"Baby," Salma called out. Spooky shifted his attention from the deck of cards that laid scattered along the table to the source of the chanting. "Qué?" He queried as she walked up. "Can I talk to you, please?" She questioned, her eyes pleading. Spooky handed his stack of cards to Pedro. "Play for me. I'll be right back."

Chio's green eyes beamed with worry and curiosity. "Baby," She called out as they sat on his bed. He trained his intent eyes on her in response. "How would you feel if I told you that I was.. pregnant?" Spooky exhaled a scoff from his parted lips. "That would be stupid. We have been having sex with a condom every single time. That doesn't make sense." She placed her cold, dainty hand on his muscled arm. His arm tensed as soon as the chill spread on his skin.

"A condom doesn't always guarantee protection. I'm pregnant, baby. Aren't you happy?" She pleaded. Spooky stood up and dragged his hands across his face in some sort of frustration. "No, I'm not happy, Salma! This isn't a good place to raise a f*cking baby!"

He paced back and forth, and as if his distress was the answer to her question, "This is about that Juice girl, right?! You don't want a baby with me. You want a baby with her! That's why you tripping." She exclaimed while pointing her index finger in his face. "Oh, I'm most definitely tripping. You can't be pregnant. Not now!"

Tears welled up in her green, sombre eyes. "You aren't even denying it. You love her, don't you?" Fine lines of confusion wedged itself between Spooky's eyebrows. The only thing he could manage to say after her accusation was a pathetic, feeble, "Huh?" Chio's dainty hand collided with his chest, delivering no impact. "You heard what I said, pinche cabrõn!" He forcefully grabbed ahold of her wrists. "Why you tripping like this, Chio?"

She exhaled a breathy laugh before dismissively shaking her head. "You know what, Spooky? F*ck you!"

"You already did and now you're pregnant!" He yelled after her as she stomped out of his cell. Mayel appeared in the threshold, a look of confusion etched upon his face. "Don't ask," Spooky grumbled. "We've got business." Mayel smirked. "What are you talking about? We've already taken care of the package."

His sinister smile widened and something dark beamed in his eyes. "I'm not talking about the packages. Juice was released from the shoe. She's in her cell right now." An unsettling feeling began welling inside of him. I can't call it off, or else the Santos will think I'm weak. But.. I can't watch her get hurt again. "Well? Let's go, vato." Mayel barked excitedly, rushing down the steel stairs as the rest of Spooky's entourage awaited him downstairs.

Oscar exhaled a deep, pained breath before smacking himself repeatedly. "You can do this, Spooky. You're el Jefe con Los Santos. You're the boss. Ain't no puta gon' change that." He whispered among hisself.

Let's do this.