back at Luke. Stepping closer to Luke, Flippen whispered, "There's been a rumor going around among the officers. It's bad for you."
"What?"
"Well…”
The door opened.
The burly Sargent with a massive amount of pimples spread across his cheeks appeared at the door. "Officer Flippen," he said.
"Yes."
"I'll take Mr. Bishop back to his cell."
"But, I thought I was taking him back.”
"You're relieved, Sir."
The officer paused for a moment. He then looked at Luke with a weird countenance and with eyes that silently said, ‘You'd better watch your back.’ He then walked off. Officer Flippen would prove to be an ally for Luke but he had no idea why.
As Luke headed across the yard and back to his cell with the Sargent beside him, he couldn't get the officer's words and the expression out of his head. It was obvious something was up. Luke knew it definitively. Why else would a Sargent go out of his way to walk him back to his cell?
* * *
Nessa stormed into Sidra's living room pissed off. "Fuck," she screamed. "That damn snake!"
Piper walked into the house behind her.
"What's goin' on?" Sidra asked.
"That bastard, Brandon!"
"What about him? What'd he do?"
"He didn't pay the damn Mexicans!"
Sidra shook her head.
"Since he didn't pay 'em, they just caught me in traffic and got me for all the product I just got from Chavez!"
"Damn, Nessa, that was a lot of money! All gone down the drain.” Sidra plopped down on the couch, leaned back into its cushions and began massaging her temples.
"Well, shit, Nessa, you can't let that muthafucka get away with this shit."
"Damn right she can't," Piper co-signed.
“Plus, you know NaNa is going to want his cut regardless.”
Silence filled the room.
Growing annoyed with everything around her, Nessa stood and began to pace. “Shit, that’s a heavy fuckin’ loss,” she stated under her breath. Things were just starting to get rolling for her.
Sidra reached underneath a cushion of the couch and pulled out a gun. Since she started holding money for Nessa, she started making sure to keep pistols stashed. Never knew when a muthafucka might decide to try and kick her door in. Now waiving the gun, she yelled, "I say we get that sneaky son of a bitch, cut his balls off, put a hole in his head and dump his ass in the water!"
"Calm down, Sidra," Nessa told her while still pacing.
"She's right, Nessa," Piper agreed. "You can't let his ass get away with this shit."
"Mom, don't start."
"I told you that was what your problem was. You're too damn passive, too soft."
"Mom!”
"Don’t mom, me. To make it out here, you've got to be a vicious bitch."
"Hell fuckin' yeah," Sidra agreed. "If the streets find out you let the Mexicans cross you, everyone's goin' to come after you."
"You'll be a target." Piper began coughing. Amidst the coughing, she said, "You've got to get these muthafuckas." Her coughing then grew heavier and raspy, causing her to bend over.
"You okay?" Sidra asked.
Piper continued coughing. Sitting on the couch, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Placing it to her mouth, she coughed into it. Pulling it away from her mouth slightly and at an angle that only she could see, she looked at it and saw blood. Quickly, she wiped her mouth and stuffed it back into her pocket.
Looking at her mother, Nessa asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need a cigarette."
"A cigarette?" Sidra asked in disbelief. "You just had such a deep cough, it sounded like someone was outside tearing up the streets."
"Just give me a cigarette, bitch."
"No, I’m not contributing to your death,” Nessa fired.
"Goddamn it!" Piper screamed. "Just give me a fuckin' cigarette. Is that too much to ask?"
Both Nessa and Sidra looked at each other for a moment. Sidra then went into her purse, got out a pack of smokes and handed them to Piper. Accepting them, Piper removed one from the pack and lit up. Then going back to the point she
"What?"
"Well…”
The door opened.
The burly Sargent with a massive amount of pimples spread across his cheeks appeared at the door. "Officer Flippen," he said.
"Yes."
"I'll take Mr. Bishop back to his cell."
"But, I thought I was taking him back.”
"You're relieved, Sir."
The officer paused for a moment. He then looked at Luke with a weird countenance and with eyes that silently said, ‘You'd better watch your back.’ He then walked off. Officer Flippen would prove to be an ally for Luke but he had no idea why.
As Luke headed across the yard and back to his cell with the Sargent beside him, he couldn't get the officer's words and the expression out of his head. It was obvious something was up. Luke knew it definitively. Why else would a Sargent go out of his way to walk him back to his cell?
* * *
Nessa stormed into Sidra's living room pissed off. "Fuck," she screamed. "That damn snake!"
Piper walked into the house behind her.
"What's goin' on?" Sidra asked.
"That bastard, Brandon!"
"What about him? What'd he do?"
"He didn't pay the damn Mexicans!"
Sidra shook her head.
"Since he didn't pay 'em, they just caught me in traffic and got me for all the product I just got from Chavez!"
"Damn, Nessa, that was a lot of money! All gone down the drain.” Sidra plopped down on the couch, leaned back into its cushions and began massaging her temples.
"Well, shit, Nessa, you can't let that muthafucka get away with this shit."
"Damn right she can't," Piper co-signed.
“Plus, you know NaNa is going to want his cut regardless.”
Silence filled the room.
Growing annoyed with everything around her, Nessa stood and began to pace. “Shit, that’s a heavy fuckin’ loss,” she stated under her breath. Things were just starting to get rolling for her.
Sidra reached underneath a cushion of the couch and pulled out a gun. Since she started holding money for Nessa, she started making sure to keep pistols stashed. Never knew when a muthafucka might decide to try and kick her door in. Now waiving the gun, she yelled, "I say we get that sneaky son of a bitch, cut his balls off, put a hole in his head and dump his ass in the water!"
"Calm down, Sidra," Nessa told her while still pacing.
"She's right, Nessa," Piper agreed. "You can't let his ass get away with this shit."
"Mom, don't start."
"I told you that was what your problem was. You're too damn passive, too soft."
"Mom!”
"Don’t mom, me. To make it out here, you've got to be a vicious bitch."
"Hell fuckin' yeah," Sidra agreed. "If the streets find out you let the Mexicans cross you, everyone's goin' to come after you."
"You'll be a target." Piper began coughing. Amidst the coughing, she said, "You've got to get these muthafuckas." Her coughing then grew heavier and raspy, causing her to bend over.
"You okay?" Sidra asked.
Piper continued coughing. Sitting on the couch, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Placing it to her mouth, she coughed into it. Pulling it away from her mouth slightly and at an angle that only she could see, she looked at it and saw blood. Quickly, she wiped her mouth and stuffed it back into her pocket.
Looking at her mother, Nessa asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need a cigarette."
"A cigarette?" Sidra asked in disbelief. "You just had such a deep cough, it sounded like someone was outside tearing up the streets."
"Just give me a cigarette, bitch."
"No, I’m not contributing to your death,” Nessa fired.
"Goddamn it!" Piper screamed. "Just give me a fuckin' cigarette. Is that too much to ask?"
Both Nessa and Sidra looked at each other for a moment. Sidra then went into her purse, got out a pack of smokes and handed them to Piper. Accepting them, Piper removed one from the pack and lit up. Then going back to the point she
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