through.
Milan got up and put her clothes and boots on, then waited at the door with a disgusted frown on her face. When the correctional officer came and unlocked the door, she looked back at Vicky one final time and rolled her eyes. Vicky accepted it and spoke a silent prayer for her. She knew that she would most likely never see her again in life. But no matter what, it could never be said that she didn’t try to help.
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When Milan got to the attorney visitation room, she was even more confused because she didn’t see her attorney there. In the room was the racist prosecutor who had been trying to persuade her to sign her life away for 27 years. Right beside her was a federal agent sitting there with a smile on his face. Milan immediately felt as if she was being set up.
“What the fuck is this about?” She asked right away.
The prosecutor closed the folder that was sitting on the desk and pinned her with one of her coldest stares. “Let’s just cut straight to the case. You told your cellmate a lot of information. A lot of information we desperately need. So basically… you help us, we help you.”
Milan immediately kicked her chair over without speaking and walked back to the door. She threw a smirk on her face and just waited. As soon as the correctional officer came, she was going to let him know that she would rather be raped than to be in that room cooperating with the authorities. And the nerve of that Vicky bitch! I’ma kill that ho! She thought as she waited.
Strangely though, the prosecutor and special agent had brought lunches and juices, and didn’t look at all like they were in a hurry to go anywhere, anytime soon. They burst open a bag of chips and two sandwiches as they watched her stand at the door. After a moment of watching their arrogant asses eat, she took her fists and knocked on the door as best as she could. No one came.
“Well… Milan, we hate to inform you, but you’re BOP custody as of right now. You belong to the Bureau of Prisons, and we certainly override this little state prison pre-trial facility that you’re staying in right now. Since we made such a long trip, you will talk to us. And you will speak to us in the most respectful of tones.”
Milan rolled her eyes and stood at the door. In her mind, there was nothing possible left for them to tell her, except goodbye. Snitching was not in her resume at all .
The little agent kept on pushing. “Basically, it will go like this. Your cellmate will be getting the credit for the bust, and in the press release, we will name you as the originating source and informer.”
“What fuckin bust?!” Milan asked curiously. “What muthafuckin’ got damn bust!? I don’t have a muthafuckin’ thing to do with no got damned bust you stupid fucks!” She spat with hatred and disgust lacing her tone.
The prosecutor pointed at the chair in front of her and told her to sit down. Milan pointed at her behind and told her to kiss it. The agent burst out laughing.
“Playing a little hardball I see. But there’s nothing wrong with you playing hardball, in fact, it amuses me. The bust we’re talking about is for Treasure Brown and the Lipstick Clique. Obviously, you have plenty of information about this particular subject, but you seem to only want to share that info with your cellmate.”
Milan’s mind raced as the agent continued to ramble on and on about her being a cooperating party in arresting her former home girl, Treasure. A couple of things didn’t make sense though. She sat there in deep thought trying to figure out if Treasure had restarted The Lipstick Clique with new people, or if her own sister, Skye, had joined Treasure and turned her back on her.
That was the only thing that hurt her. The fact that her twin sister had not taken an hour out of her life to even have an anonymous letter or postcard sent to the prison was almost too painful to bear. All
Milan got up and put her clothes and boots on, then waited at the door with a disgusted frown on her face. When the correctional officer came and unlocked the door, she looked back at Vicky one final time and rolled her eyes. Vicky accepted it and spoke a silent prayer for her. She knew that she would most likely never see her again in life. But no matter what, it could never be said that she didn’t try to help.
__________
When Milan got to the attorney visitation room, she was even more confused because she didn’t see her attorney there. In the room was the racist prosecutor who had been trying to persuade her to sign her life away for 27 years. Right beside her was a federal agent sitting there with a smile on his face. Milan immediately felt as if she was being set up.
“What the fuck is this about?” She asked right away.
The prosecutor closed the folder that was sitting on the desk and pinned her with one of her coldest stares. “Let’s just cut straight to the case. You told your cellmate a lot of information. A lot of information we desperately need. So basically… you help us, we help you.”
Milan immediately kicked her chair over without speaking and walked back to the door. She threw a smirk on her face and just waited. As soon as the correctional officer came, she was going to let him know that she would rather be raped than to be in that room cooperating with the authorities. And the nerve of that Vicky bitch! I’ma kill that ho! She thought as she waited.
Strangely though, the prosecutor and special agent had brought lunches and juices, and didn’t look at all like they were in a hurry to go anywhere, anytime soon. They burst open a bag of chips and two sandwiches as they watched her stand at the door. After a moment of watching their arrogant asses eat, she took her fists and knocked on the door as best as she could. No one came.
“Well… Milan, we hate to inform you, but you’re BOP custody as of right now. You belong to the Bureau of Prisons, and we certainly override this little state prison pre-trial facility that you’re staying in right now. Since we made such a long trip, you will talk to us. And you will speak to us in the most respectful of tones.”
Milan rolled her eyes and stood at the door. In her mind, there was nothing possible left for them to tell her, except goodbye. Snitching was not in her resume at all .
The little agent kept on pushing. “Basically, it will go like this. Your cellmate will be getting the credit for the bust, and in the press release, we will name you as the originating source and informer.”
“What fuckin bust?!” Milan asked curiously. “What muthafuckin’ got damn bust!? I don’t have a muthafuckin’ thing to do with no got damned bust you stupid fucks!” She spat with hatred and disgust lacing her tone.
The prosecutor pointed at the chair in front of her and told her to sit down. Milan pointed at her behind and told her to kiss it. The agent burst out laughing.
“Playing a little hardball I see. But there’s nothing wrong with you playing hardball, in fact, it amuses me. The bust we’re talking about is for Treasure Brown and the Lipstick Clique. Obviously, you have plenty of information about this particular subject, but you seem to only want to share that info with your cellmate.”
Milan’s mind raced as the agent continued to ramble on and on about her being a cooperating party in arresting her former home girl, Treasure. A couple of things didn’t make sense though. She sat there in deep thought trying to figure out if Treasure had restarted The Lipstick Clique with new people, or if her own sister, Skye, had joined Treasure and turned her back on her.
That was the only thing that hurt her. The fact that her twin sister had not taken an hour out of her life to even have an anonymous letter or postcard sent to the prison was almost too painful to bear. All
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