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“Them dirty bitches didn’t fight me,” she snapped. “Get it right. They jumped me. Big difference.”
Heaven bit the inside of her lip to keep from bringing it to the young woman while she was distressed, but she had better watch her volume.
“Look, sweetie,” she said, thrusting the bag at her. “I don’t mean no harm, but you smell awful. So I’m going to need for you to take this goodie bag and get out of my cell. Please.”
The girl stood; seemingly embarrassed, but she quickly recovered, her eyes becoming glaring slits. “You ain’t gotta try ‘n’ put me down, Miss Bitch,” she hissed. She had the mindset to throw the bag back in this uppity bitch’s face. She had enough shit to deal with. But, she bit her tongue. She had two friends already at Croydon Hill who’d been here for almost a year already, but she hadn’t had a chance to see either of them.
So until she could get a few things from one of them, she decided to let this bitch live. Because the truth was, she couldn’t keep stuffing her pussy with them hard-ass prison napkins. She really did need the care package. She had nothing. And her cellmate, some bird-ass ho from somewhere down past Cape May—shit; she didn’t even know where the hell a Cape May was—was a broke bitch herself.
“I know my breath and cootie stink,” she snapped, snaking her neck. “I don’t need a bitch like you to remind me.”
Cootie?
“You ain’t gotta kick a bitch in the throat, when she already down.”
Now Heaven felt bad. She hadn’t meant to hurt the girl’s feelings. But shit. She smelled like the back of a garbage truck. And the shit was offensive.
“I didn’t mean—”
She cut her off. “Save it. I’m tryna stay classy as my auntie always says. But, trick. Don’t let the tears fool you. I’ma grown-ass woman. And I’ll take it to ya damn face.”
Oh, no, this little stinking bitch didn’t!
Heaven blinked, taken aback by her abrupt shift in attitude. “Now wait a minute, bitch. I’m trying—”
“To be goddamn messy,” she snapped, cutting Heaven off. “That’s what you tryna do, Miss Bitch.” She gave her a cold stare as another tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another. It was bad enough that her mother and her mother’s best friend had come up here and jumped her in visits.
And now this bitch was trying it with her. She felt like punching her in her throat. All she wanted was a goddamn tampon. Not judgment.
The young woman gave Heaven another look, but—this time—not too harsh. “You lucky I don’t sling this bag in your fuckin’ face,” she hissed. Then walked out.
Heaven found herself standing there, blinking several times.
I don’t believe this shit.
Had that little dirty hoodrat let her have it?
But what she didn’t know was, the young woman wasn’t as timid as she appeared. Out in the streets, she was wild and ran with two other young women. And the three went by the name the Switchblade Bitches, who smoked weed, sucked and fucked, and sliced up anyone who came at them wrong.
Heaven stuck her head out of her cell and watched the girl as she stomped down the tier toward her own cell—a bloodstain seeping into her jumper right in the center of her bouncy ass.
NINETEEN
Midnight Lovers . . .
“Mmm, yes, yes . . . fuck me,” Heaven moaned low into her burner cell, her fingers clicking away inside her wet pussy.
It was a little after one a.m., and Heaven and Officer Rawlings were on the phone, breathing heavy and talking dirty in each other’s ear. They’d been on the phone for almost an hour, before the two of them had finally begun engaging in their nightly ritual of hot, nasty phone sex.
He’d been painfully stimulated most of the conversation, his dick jutting upward, stretching over his navel as he lay on his back and teased himself, slow-stroking it until he felt his nut roiling upward, then he’d let go of his dick. He waited a few moments, then began milking it again.
Liquid arousal seeped heavy out of the tip of his dick. His balls were swollen with nut. He wanted release. Needed it. Bad.
Shit. He wished he had a fresh pair of her cunt-scented panties so he could sniff them while he jerked himself off.
Listening to Heaven’s sexy voice as she whispered through the phone, as if she were right there with him whispering in his ear, turned him on. She was addictive—everything about her was addictive. Her touch, her lips, her smile, her warm kisses, the feel of her skin, the warmth of her body, the way her mesmerizing eyes sparked fire every time he looked in them—everything.
