cracked a wicked grin. “Merry Christmas, shorty,” he chuckled, then he and Messiah left Jason and his brother to be orphans.
What up kid!
I know it rough in the bing…
Power sat back and smiled. He had been on Riker’s Island for almost a year awaiting trial, but the letter just confirmed what he knew would happen if he stayed focused and his team held him down. Now, his freedom was a foregone conclusion.
Power stood up, stretched. The deferasirox he took for his thalassemia kept the crisis cramps at bay plus stopped his hands swelling and so he was glad to feel he was in peak physical form. The best in his life. The thalassemia wasn’t something he spoke about with anyone. He just took his medication and lived his life, and when he needed treatment, went in to the doc for a transfusion to help manage the disease. He preferred it that way. On impulse, as if to underline how good he felt, he dropped and did 50 push-ups in one clip. Even though he hated every day behind bars, he had made the best of it. Especially when it came to his physique. He had been 5’9” and 140 lbs when he got knocked. Now a year later, he had sprouted three inches and his workout regimen had him a cobra-backed 180 lbs with a six pack that you could wash clothes on. He couldn’t wait to get out and drive the bitches bonkers. He was already a green-eyed, curly haired pretty boy, and now with the body to match, he was ready to take his game to another level.
He was about to do another one when he heard, “Ay yo Power, peace God! What’s today’s mathematics?”
It was his man C-Allah from Fort Green Projects in Brooklyn. He was facing a murder charge too. He and C-Allah had bumped heads when Power first came to be housed in the infamous C-74 juvenile building on the island. Brooklyn niggas ran the building, and just because Power was from Queens, they thought shit was sweet.
Power put an end to that when he blew a nigga from East New York over the phone. It was about to get real ugly, but C-Allah respected Power for standing up to a potential massacre and squashed the beef. Since they were both Five Percenters, the lesson became the foundation to a relationship that soon flourished across the board.
“What up God, today’s math is wisdom and knowledge all being born to myself, being the maker, the owner, cream of the planet earth, father of civilization, God of the universe,” Power replied smoothly, while giving C-Allah a gangsta hug.
“True indeed God, true indeed. Ay yo, you know that nigga Duppy from uptown?” C-Allah asked.
“That party promoter nigga that fuck with Global Reserve Records?”
“Yeah him. I just got off the jack with this little bitch named Mona from around my way. She said she fuck wit’ that nigga, yo,” C-Allah informed him, shaking his head.
Power frowned slightly. “What’s wrong with that?”
C-Allah chuckled.
“That bitch the hoe of my projects!” Power laughed.
“Don’t get me wrong – the little bitch bad as fuck. I’m just saying this nigga trying to housewife a hoe.”
Power and C-Allah shared a laugh over Duppy’s lack of judgment before Power broke his laugh and said, “But yo, tell shorty to holla at that nigga for me. You know my shit is official.”
C-Allah smiled like “I got this,” and replied, “Come on God, you already know I got you. She said she gonna do that, but she wanna wait until you find out what up with your case.”
Now it was Power’s turn to smile. “I already know. My man’s just wrote me. I’m good.”
C-Allah didn’t need to hear the details. One look in Power’s eyes and he automatically understood.
“That’s what’s up, though. Your peoples some official niggas. I’ma have to start giving you Queens Boro niggas some credit,” C-Allah remarked.
“Credit? Nigga, you Fort Greene niggas wouldn’t last a week on the 81st side. It’s all Vietnam, God. Serious Apocalypse Now. Don’ make me bring down the horror” Power boasted but with a smile.
They both playfully got in their fighting stance and began to play box.
Someone at the cell door cleared their throat.
Power and C-Allah dropped their hands, but not before giving each other a play shot each to make it a draw.
They turned around to see Officer Kim Jones at the door. She stood with one hand on one sexy ass hip. She was a bad bitch and she knew it.
“You know y’all ain’t supposed to be playing horse in here,” she remarked.
Her Jamaican tongue twirled around her Brooklyn accent, making everything she said sound like a song.
C-Allah looked at Power then gave him dap because he already knew what time it was.
“Yo, handle your business, kid,” he chuckled as he walked out. Kim gave him a side-eye which sliced him dead, and stepped into the cell. “Cell search,” she smirked.
“Didn’t you just search me yesterday?” Power said, smiling and playing along.
“You a security threat, so I got to watch you. Now put your blind up so nobody see what I find,” she gave him that I’ma fuck the shit out of you look. Power knew the look well and was hard already. Power put his towel over the window in his door so no one could see what was about to go down. As soon as he did, Kim put her hand on his chest and pushed him against the wall. He didn’t want to resist this search.
“You got any weapons on you?” she asked, kissing his neck and raking her nails over his six pack.
“You think I would tell you if I did?” he replied, wriggling his hand down the back of her uniform pants over soft, warm flesh. Kim purred and pushed out against his hand. He knew she enjoyed the rake of his nails along her skin.
Kim reached into Power’s peel, that was unzipped to the waist and already off his shoulders. She pulled his dick out and began squeezing it.
“Look what I found,” Kim giggled, “A baseball bat.”
Power nuzzled her neck, up to her ear. “Come here,” he said, taking full control. He spun her around and made her face the wall. He began kissing her neck and licking the fuzz of hair at the nape. Power undid her belt one handed, with the ease of someone who had done this many times before. Kim’s pants slid down like they were cooperating fully, releasing her fat, juicy ass. Power spread her ass cheeks and slid two fingers in her pussy.
“Ssss damn, don’t tease me. Hurry up before the Sergeant come looking for me,” there was lust in her voice.
“Fuck the Sergeant.”
“No, fuck me!” she shot back, reaching around and grabbing his dick, before cocking one knee against the wall and pulling him into her.
Power plowed into her wetness with all of the force he could find — at the same time moving Kim’s mouth against the back of his hand on the wall to block the sounds that were growling there. Power
