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The protagonist, Reek, is in prison and desperately trying to win back his ex-girlfriend, Ari. He interacts with his friends, Mecca and Legend, and discusses his plans with them. He also helps out another inmate, Caesar, by sending money to his baby mama. Finally, Reek calls Ari, but she tells him that she cannot continue their relationship because he has repeatedly cheated and gotten into trouble. Reek becomes angry and tries to convince her to stay, but she remains firm in her decision to end things. Chapter 1 Sariq King My body swung around the top portion of the bunk bed I shared with my Sally the instant the CO mentioned wreck and phone time I've been trying to reach my ex for the past week with no success Continually replaying our last conversation in my head. I couldn't fathom how this revelation she made was even possible Out of all the fucking challenges we've ever faced. Why did she choose to end things now? Ari and I had been together for over five years Whether two real breakups and two to four of reconciliations and she stood by me ten toes down Through three to five beards. Why was this time different with my thoughts racing? I left my small cell determined to win her back by any means necessary What's up, Reet? Mecca question. I and my determined expression. What's really good, Big Reet? Legend at it doing the same It felt like my cell block homies were greeting me at every twist and turn Even around every corner in the hallway leading to the rec room Yo, Mecca. Hey legend. Nothing man. Just chilling. I replied while dapping up my homies. I promised to link up with them later for a few rounds of spades and they nodded in acknowledgement No doubt, Reet. I'll hold the spot for you a little later We're heading out to the yard for a quick workout so we can meet up in half an hour for some spades You gotta let me try to win back my car in the Newport 100s, Mecca said Glancing around to ensure the guards didn't hear his last statement His eyes lingered on the guard we called C.O. Killer Keith who seemed to know everything happening on our block He waited for him to leave the room before continuing I also want in on the pipeline for that Yale you got running in and out of the DNF units Say less, Mecca. We'll talk more when you get back I have to make a call real quick to wifey I affirmed my eyes focused on the distance at the thought of losing both my business and my girl at the same damn time Okay, my dude Good luck with that cuz I know my wifey made a nigga damn near big Barra and steel in this bitch to get her back after my last fuck up in here After all that a nigga still in the fucking doghouse with her nutty ass He sighed a pain look tarnishing his face as he thought about it Unlike Mecca and his shorty who were beefing over his side chick showing up on her days to see him. I Had no idea why my shorty and I were beefing now. I Let them both know I would get back with them later my focus shifting back to my original mission at hand I Headed toward the phone area a few steps away to my designated phone booth when Caesars weird-ass approached me Caesar was one of the softer niggas on my cell block Unlike me and the other real niggas on the unit He didn't possess the general or lieutenant spirit that let others know not to fuck with him or anyone on his team Caesar was more of a wannabe the type of nigga that wouldn't bust a grape in a fucking food fight Instead he tried to link up with big G's of the unit like me Mecca and legend He first tried his hand with Mecca's mean old ass, but that shit failed big-time since Mecca was an OG He didn't care much for being a protector of scared young niggas who were first-timers in the joint When Mecca's protection fell flat Caesar went down the line of the hitters on my entire roster Stumbling on a bunch of straight-up Hell-fucking-nose left and motherfucking right until Caesar decided to straighten his hand He First tried his hand with Mecca's mean old ass, but that shit failed big-time since Mecca was an OG He didn't care much for being a protector of scared young niggas who were first-timers in the joint when Mecca's protection fell flat Caesar went down the line of hitters on my entire roster Stumbling on a bunch of straight-up Hell-fucking-nose left and motherfucking right until Caesar decided to try his hand at getting me to keep them boys off his ass literally, I Ended up helping him a few times off GP when his dumb ass slipped up in the mess hall messing with the wrong crowd and a Few other times in the showers until that shit became an extra job for me After being thrown in the box numerous times for fighting everyone in a mama form I started charging his ass a fee every time I had to handle niggas for him, which was almost every damn day Hey, yo reed, what's good, man? I rubbed the back of my neck anticipating whatever Caesar had to say would be some bullshit But I still listen giving him the benefit of the doubt in hopes of charging his ass again Not much, dude trying to hit the jack before I miss my time slot and have to wait until later today I said hoping he would take the hint and hurry the fuck up My bad, I'll make this quick. He shuffled nervously as hell as he spoke This is not something I would ask unless it were an emergency. I Do not have any real connections outside these walls and my little mama's birthday is right around the corner Could you send a couple of dollars to my baby mama so she can take my daughter to Chuck E Cheese and pick up some school clothes. He asked looking defeated I was drawn to the tightness around his eyes after he smiled nervously Knowing it had to have taken a lot for him to ask me for this favor Despite my hard exterior. I did have a heart Just as that thought left my mind the designated phone. I was told to use to call open back up Yes, either. I'll look into it and let you know tomorrow I replied glancing back at the phone booth glad as hell it was still open He smiled a relieved look washing over his face Okay. Thank you for helping me out, bro. I promise to pay you back if you help I heard him yell out to me as I continued walking Finally making it to the phone booth my booth the only lifeline I had outside these four fucking walls to my baby Ari With quick movements and little hesitation my hands picked up the old-school phone Pressing the number zero to connect to the annoying ass fucking operator Welcome to tell link a division of inmate talk time. Please dial the number you wish to call today The automated voice cheerfully said I reached for the keypad quickly dialing the number to my career. I shared with Ari Thank you. We will connect your call shortly as the standard three beeps of connecting blared in my ear I tried to formulate the right words to win my baby back Hello, this is a prepaid call from a Queens County Correctional Facility from an inmate I spoke my name when the voice prompted me while waiting for the automatic service to continue reading the script an Inmate in the Queens County Correction if you wish to proceed press 1 if you wish to end this call dial 9 an Audible sigh was heard on the other line before the number was pressed With bated breath. I prayed silently that Ari dialed 1 and not 9 with her pretty ass Hello, sir. Eek Ari sweet voice replied my baby was probably just getting out of bed now still in her silk nightgown and satin bonnet trying to conceal her wild and free curls and calls that always poked out from underneath the Bonnet her face probably had an expression of irritation on it from being woken up. So damn early on the weekend Something I knew she hated I pressed my lips tightly together to keep from smiling at the thought Opting to take deep calming breaths before I spoke Mookie what's up, baby? I've been calling you non-stop for days and you've been dubbing my call What's the fucking deal ma you dubbing a nigga now or something? I quizzed the line was silent for a minute too quiet Almost as if she was aiming to disengage from our conversation before it even started Mookie Mookie, are you still there? Babe, answer me, please. I begged panic bubbling up within me Escaping into my thoughts again I fantasized about how it would be once I got out and how I was going to finally do right by Ari and stop Catching these bomb-ass cases If only she would say something anything Taking shaky breaths Ari finally spoke Siri. I really want to make us work. I really do But I can't and I will not do this again with you The majority of my time with you has been spent holding you down and handling your business affairs while you cheated Lie and got locked up over and over again a voice cracked with emotion And there was no denying the tears escaping her eyes But this time this bit is where I draw the line. I love you. So reek Emanuel King. I really do But there comes a time when I have to love myself Love myself enough to know that you are no good for me. I Squeezed my eyes shut and listened intently to Ari's words allowing her words of regret and the real reason behind the end of our relationship to penetrate deep into my mind and boy, did it hit its intended target and stick a Voice of sheer denial entered my mind as I refused to accept the truth her truth Fuck that she was mine and only mine I'd be damned if another nigga slides up in my tight wet pussy when I'm gone Blood rushed through my ears at the thought of another as she has broke bum nigga running up in what was mine and I lost it Ari kill all that shit. I'm your first You're one and only when I put that ring on your motherfucking finger and asked you to marry a nigga I meant that shit ma wholeheartedly and I'll be damned if another nigga who's been patiently waiting His turn is gonna feel my pussy. Don't you know? My dick is imprinted deep in your walls No other dick will feel as good as mine No other nigga will make you calm like I do or eat your pretty ass pussy for hours like I do So kill that bullshit ma. I hissed grabbing the phone tire in my grasp Are you fucking serious reek? I answered your call to let you know that I want out and Instead of trying to convince me to stay you start your male ego bullshit about fearing another nigga fucking me She berated no ma. I didn't I tried to reason with her damn near scrambling to reverse what I say it But Ari was not having it Mookie, baby. I'm sorry Cutting me off. She pleaded for me to stop which I did Sniffing into probably a tissue. I could hear her swiping at her tears Trying to hide them as she spoke. Do not call me again. Sorry. I mean it this time We're done. And with that she hung up the phone ending the call. I Cradled the phone in my hands a few seconds later Screaming into it for Ari as if she was still there Hitting the dial tone. I frantically dialed her number and was met with a message informing me that the number was blocked Slamming the phone back on its base. I kicked it Enraged at Ari slick ass blocking me that motherfucking quick with my nostrils flaring and teeth gritting I turned to head back to my cell when I was met by snickers and whispers from a few inmates a few faces I didn't know too. Well, but one particular face stood out like a sore fucking thumb in the crowd Isaiah D rock Jensen was a bitch nigga. Nah scratch that He was a bitch-ass nigga who I had the pleasure of beating the applesauce out of for being disrespectful on several occasions That nigga was on the phone begging his bitch not to leave and she still dubbed him D-rock joked that the small group of flunkies he had surrounding him burst out laughing right along with him Rolling up my sleeves. I headed toward D rocks comedy stage Ready to add another number to the tally of me fucking his punk ass up pulse racing and heartbeat pounding I faced him daring his ass to repeat himself now that I was in his face the fuck you said to me nigga I gritted he looked around to his crew as if them weak niggas would help his dumb ass out Something I had to add irritated the fuck out of me bouncing on my toes I didn't even give him the chance to repeat himself nor respond to me Leaning in I charged him snatching his bitch-ass by the front of his motherfucking throat furious and on 120 I pounced on him Landing a few powerful punches dead in his face aiming to break his fucking nose and crack his motherfucking jaw in the process he instantly grabbed the side of his face and then the bridge of his nose as a surge of pain descended on him a Large stream of blood fell from his nostrils as his expression became dazed and his eyes glossed over Motherfucker boom Don't you ever talk about my motherfucking wife keep her fucking name out of your bitch-ass mouth bitch nigga boom The force of the blow sent a numbing shockwave through my hands as I watched him catch the next few blows I quickly flicked my wrist back and forth connecting with various parts of his body I briefly glanced down at him his body slowly descending to the floor like an empty sack of potatoes And it pissed me off with all that mouth. He had he chose not to fight me back Fight me back bitch nigga show all your friends. You can back that big-ass mouthpiece You got I barked spit flying freely from my mouth this time He came from the floor spitting the water blood from his leaking mouth on the ground spinning on his heels He reversed and attacked me back crashing his fist into my open midsection letting out a grunt I stood up straight crashing against D rock causing us both to plunge to the floor once there I swung on him a few more times as a small crowd formed circling around us as we wrestled on the floor Each blow I gave connected to D rock and he matched it with one of his own After what felt like an hour of straight street brawling a few of the CEOs broke us up by grabbing a handful of my locks Damn near dragging me toward the box the one place my mind and mental hated being You