of Luke's, Nessa."
Deena just simply leaned back into her chair and accepted what she'd just heard. Obviously most attorneys would have run after hearing their client say what Chetti had just said. Deena wasn't your ordinary attorney though. Although a beast in the courtroom, she was just as sleazy as they came. She had connections in the Feds and law enforcement arena; and even connections on the streets. That’s how she’d been able to supply Chetti with the personal information she needed to have several people associated with the family murdered over the past several days to keep them from possibly snitching.
"I'm going to kill them all, Deena…split their fuckin’ head down to the white meat…and eat their asses for dinner. In the meantime, you get me out of here."
"Mrs. Bishop, I don't think…”
"Goddamn it, I don't want to hear fucking excuses!" Chetti roared, slamming a hand down on the table. "I don't give a fuck what you have to do. Just get me out of here!"
With that said, Chetti turned, knocked on the door and stormed out when the guard opened it.
* * *
Darien slammed the payphone into the cradle and stood there for a moment seething in fury and hatred. He'd just gotten the news about Luke. For a moment he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that his brother would violate blood and family honor. Now though, despite his reluctance to believe it, he had no choice but to.
It was what it was.
Looking around at the pod, Darien saw dozens of inmates sitting at steel tables playing cards and chess. Others conversed and laughed while watching television as if being locked up was nothing to fret over. Seeing them all sent something coursing through Darien's veins. He couldn't control himself, something dangerous had taken a hold of him. Unable to restrain himself, he grabbed the phone's receiver and watched as an inmate headed by him. Without warning, Darien swung the receiver against the unsuspecting man's head and connected squarely with his temple. Blood spewed immediately and the man went down to the floor.
The pod erupted.
Men gathered around eager to see a fight.
Dazed and dripping blood to the floor, the assaulted inmate attempted to stagger to his feet. Before he could, Darien kicked him in the side of the face so hard his neck jerked.
"Damn!" someone shouted.
"Fuck that nigga up!" someone else shouted.
As the man lay sprawled out on his back, Darien stomped him directly in the mouth knocking out several teeth. He then stomped him again.
"Aww, shit!" someone gasped. "He's gonna put that nigga in a coma!"
The CO hit the panic button behind his desk. The siren sounded.
Darien jumped on the inmate and began to beat him mercilessly. He punched him in the face as hard as he could and as many times as he could. It didn't take long before his hands were covered in blood.
The door to the pod slid open. Several COs rushed into the pod and shoved their way through the cheering inmates. Reaching Darien, they pulled him off of his victim who had now gone unconscious and whose face was barely recognizable.
"Get the fuck off me!" Darien demanded as he fought and kicked to break loose from the COs' grip.
The other inmates continued to cheer.
Darien eventually found himself lying on his stomach. His hands were then forced behind his back and handcuffed. Minutes later, he was taken to solitary, un-cuffed and shoved into an empty cell. Still pissed off at the news about Luke, he began to pace the cell wanting so badly to be free. He needed retribution. He needed revenge. He needed it all and it was destroying him inside to be deprived of it.
An hour passed.
Two passed.
Darien finally stopped pacing. Placing his hands against the wall and dropping his head, he was still angry. His adrenalin was still pumping. He didn't know what to do with any of it though. He didn't know what to do with himself . He'd never been in this position before. He'd never been locked up.
"Fuck!" Darien