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could talk all he wanted, as long as he didn't try me.
    I should have known something was up when I didn't hear him saying shit anymore, but I brushed the shit under the table and figured maybe he found something better to do with his life. I was wrong as fuck.
    “What’s good, fresh?”
    I had just gotten out of the shower and was preparing to put my briefs and jumpsuit back on when I heard the voice. I looked up and saw Bo’s Ving Rhames looking ass. He was staring at me, and the shit made me uncomfortable as hell. I tightened the towel around my waist and slid my boxers on underneath it.
    “Can I fuckin help you?”
    He started walking up on me. The last thing I wanted to do was get in trouble in this bitch, but this nigga needed to know that this wasn’t that. I’d rot in this bitch before I let a nigga fuck me! Clearly he ain’t know who the fuck I was.
    “Five years is a long time to go without bustin a nut. Wouldn’t you agree?”
    “That’s why I got Palmolina. She never lets a nigga down. Again, what can I help you with, B?” I had just gotten my jumpsuit on and was preparing to walk out when he stepped in front of me. I bit the inside of my jaw and gritted my teeth.
    “Nigga clearly you thought that shit was some friendly ass banter or something, but let me school you, young blood. I run this prison, and you got something I want. We can do it the easy way or the hard way, but either way it goes…” he grabbed his crotch and licked his lips. “That ass belongs to me now.”
    Again, he moved closer and when he did, I lost it. Instantly, I punched that nigga in the face with a right, causing him to stumble back a little. He shook that shit off and charged at me, but before he could connect with my body, I came back with a left, knocking him straight on his ass. Once he was down, I stomped the shit out that faggot ass nigga. Blood spurted from his nose and his lip split open, but it still wasn't enough to get me off him. A few seconds later, this nigga named Rico came and pulled me off him. When he finally got me off, he looked down at Bo and shook his head.
    “Come on, B. We gotta get you up outta here for them punk ass guards come back.”
    I looked at him, prepared to square up but when I saw he was harmless, I threw my towel in the bin and walked out.
    “Donovan!”
    Fuck. It was this annoying ass guard named Higgins. I turned and looked at him with a ‘What the fuck you want’ type look on my face.
    “I’ve been looking for you. You need to get in your cell so we can do a count and take you down for visitation.”
    I nodded my head and remained there until he walked off. I couldn't risk him walking in the showers and seeing Bo fucked up. When he kept going down the hall, I let go of the breath I was holding and went to my cell. Luckily, my celly Kirk was gone. I mean, the nigga was cool and shit, but he just didn't know when to shut the fuck up, and I wasn't in the talking mood.
    After being counted, everyone with visitors had to line up and be chained together before we could head to the visiting room. When we got outside the door, we were unchained and allowed to go inside. As soon as I saw my nigga Riq, I nodded my head and made my way over. He stood to his feet and gave me dap. It fucked me up that Journee wasn't here with him. I expected her to be over the shit.
    “Damn my nigga! They got you up in this bitch looking rough as fuck,” he cracked.
    “Fuck you!” I laughed. “How it's been lookin out there?” Visitation was limited, so I had to get down to business. We could bullshit later.
    “Shit still going, but without you shit tight. Nigga you the one with the plug.”
    I rattled off a phone number. “I hope you caught that shit, cause you know I can't say that shit over the phone or through the mail. These bitch ass pigs be reading niggas shit. That's the number to Eden. She knows what went down, and she know I ain’t one of these fuck niggas that's gon’ talk, so she willing