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“She’s asleep, Shae. In a deep sleep. Put your leg right here,” I said and slapped her thigh so she could put it on the counter.
She did it, but she did it slowly. Once that arch was in her back, and we both could see ourselves in the mirror, it was as if somebody was bringing the cameras out because I started showing the fuck out. I kid you not, for one hour straight, I stayed in this bathroom with Shae. By the time we were done, one of her eyelashes was off, three nails were broken, and I was sure she was at least five pounds lighter because I had just worked the fuck out of her ass. Now, we were in bed. I was laying on my back, her naked body was on top of me, and her eyes were closed, although I knew she wasn’t sleeping.
“You’re paying to get my hair done, my lashes fixed, and my nails, Miami. I’m so serious too. I just
did all of that yesterday,” she said in a sleepy ass voice.
I was on cloud nine; high off her sex.
“That ain’t shit. What else you want? A new car? What?” I asked.
“I want to keep this a secret. At least for now,” she said, quickly knocking me off the high that I was on.
“Fuck outta here with that. Everybody in the fuckin’ world is going to know that you down with the king of the south! I wish the fuck I would keep your pretty ass a secret!” I barked and scowled at her, although I knew she couldn’t see me since her eyes were closed.
She didn’t respond, and I tried to push her off me.
“I heard you, Toddrick, damn! You really were going to get mad at me and push me off you?” she asked, this time with her eyes open. They were red, more than likely because she was tired.
“I ain’t keeping you no secret, Jashae. I mean that shit,” I let her know, and she smiled.
“I know you not. I wouldn’t want you to,” she said and then kissed me on my lips.
My hand played around in her hair, as I just lay there soaking up this entire moment.
“How it feels to have sex after ten years?” I asked.
Her elbow was now propped up on my chest as she looked up at me. She thought about my question for a few seconds before she answered.
“I feel like I lost my virginity all over again. Only difference is, I didn’t bleed. You’re perfect at what you do. Poisoning your food and cutting your dick off are all things that you should be worried about now if you fuck around on me. Toddrick, I will kill you. You fuck too good to be cheating,” she said, and I laughed.
Just like me, she was high off our sex.
“You think you can handle another round? Let me put you to sleep. Have you waking up sometime tomorrow in the afternoon,” I said before putting my hand on her waist and flipping her over.
Giovonni “Trip” Young
“Look at you! They finally let my boy out of that fuckin’ hole!” one of my niggas, T-boy, who was serving a double life sentence for a few murders that he’d committed on the streets said.
Any other time, I would have laughed at some shit like that and gave him a pound, but each time a nigga was forced to withstand that type of punishment where I had to be inside a damn hole for twenty-three hours out of my day, it made my heart grow a little bit colder. It turned my feelings all the way off, and I swear it made me think about murder. I had stitches on both of my hands because a few nights ago, I’d gotten so angry in there that I started punching the concrete walls in the small space that they had me in for the past month.
I yelled in that room, cried for my son, became angry, and I was looking around for things that would take me out of my misery, but they purposely didn’t leave anything around for me to kill myself with. The one person who took up a lot of space in my mind was Shae. I didn’t regret doing what I did to her because if the information was given to me today about her being hugged up with Miami, I would drag her ass again. I just hated the way I went about it. I should have done that shit on a day when the guards that I fucked with were the ones in charge of visitation.
Shae thought that she could do whatever the fuck she wanted to since I was incarcerated, and that wasn’t the case. Just like I told her from day one of my sentence, I had eyes every fuckin’ where. Out of all the fuckin’ niggas that she could get with, she chose to fuck around with a nigga who she knew for a fact used to be somebody that I was cool with. That was dirty, yo! Yes, I had fucked around on Shae plenty of times, but I never fucked one of her friends. I had too much fuckin’ respect for my shorty to do some shit like that.
I expected some dirty ass shit like that from another bitch, not the same one who I been fuckin’ with since before her ass even got a damn period! Shae knew she couldn’t fuck with Miami if I were a free man because I was the type of nigga who would pull up on him in broad daylight, not giving a fuck if he was outside playing catch with his kid, and I would air his ass out. Because I was locked away like a fuckin’ animal, and she knew my reach wasn’t as long, she felt like she could try me. I swear to God, as soon as I get a hold of my phone, I was putting a fuckin’ bounty on that nigga’s head.
Instead of replying to T-boy, I kept on walking, following the correctional officer as he walked me back to my bunk. I was so famous in this damn prison that the whole way back to my cell, people were walking up to me, giving me pounds, saying “welcome back,” and all of that. I never in a million years thought that I would have been so happy to be going back to my prison cell. When I walked inside, the first thing I noticed was that the top bunk was cleared, which is where my old cellmate used to be.
“What happened to Jeff?” I turned around and asked the young correctional officer.
His name was Mike, and he was a skinny ass white rookie who had no fuckin’ business making this his occupation. I could flex my muscles right now and scare the shit out of his little ass.
“He got into a fight a couple of weeks ago in the kitchen. He was shanked to death. You have the cell to yourself at least until someone gets transferred in here,” Mike let me know.
“Wowww,” was all I could say.
Jeff was a quiet white man, but I could look at his ass and tell that he was bat shit crazy. He was serving a life sentence as well for murdering his wife. When he told me what he was in here for, I swear I couldn’t feel him on that shit. Shae could annoy the fuck out of me sometimes, piss a nigga off to the fullest, but nothing to the point that I would want to kill her. Shittttt, now my feelings had definitely changed.
