The 'N' Word, Book 1 Read Online Free PDF Page B

nothing had been said at all.
    Goddamn it. When am I going to be moved into a normal unit? Down here in isolation, in these old run down turtle shit shell cells! No electronic doors, no upgrades, just concrete and threats…
    “Hey! I’m talkin’ to you!” The guard yelled a bit louder as he placed a hand on his non-existent waist. “What the fuck did you do, Pike?! What did you say?”
    “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he replied in the calmest of tones as he tossed his cigarette onto the floor, then stomped it with the tip of his boot. Poor Rita… her light went out entirely too soon…
    “You know what the hell I’m talking about, Pike! You started a goddamn riot!”
    The corners of Aaron’s mouth curved in sheer satisfaction as he slowly got to his feet and approached the man who stood there as if he had the whole world in his hands. He immediately took notice of a layer of sheen on the short, squatty fucker’s nose as they stared into one another’s eyes. On a long exhale, he took him all in, memorizing his target’s every nuance. Wrapping one palm around an icy bar, and then the other from within his miserable cage, he looked down at the guard, seriousness etched in his expression.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about, cowboy. Don’t make me tell you again.”
    “Call it off… call the shit off!” He plunged his finger in his face. “We finally got everything settled down, but they vowed to do it again and again until you’re released from here. I’m not playing around with you, Aaron! Not playin’ one bit!”
    Aaron lowered his head and slowly ran his hand over his short, buzzed dark hair. The prickly yet soft feel of the even cut felt a bit soothing against his large, calloused hand. He slowly returned his gaze to the man, stared him in the eyes.
    “Well, Bill, looks like you got a bit of a problem, now don’t cha?” He grinned, his heart filled with a renewed douse of immodesty.
    “No, Pike, you have the problem. Do this shit again and see what happens. You’ll be in here for the remainder of your sad life!” The little man’s light brown eyes gleamed with delight, as if his words held water, the kind Jesus turned into wine.
    “Are you… threatening me, Bill?” Aaron cocked his head to the side, catching his partial reflection in the dark, iron bars. “I know you wouldn’t be so reckless as to do such a thing, now would ya?” He laughed lightly, a tickle in his throat eliciting a few coughs as he pushed himself closer to the bars, feeling the chill of the metal rest against his ribcage. Thoroughly enjoying how the fucker leaped back, like a cat startled by a hissing snake, he took the man in once more, this time laughing directly in his face.
    “What’s wrong? ’Fraid of your own shadow?” he teased.
    Aaron surmised his shadow was a coward, too…
    “I can smell the fear on you, Bill. How does your ol’ lady even psych herself out, huh? How can a woman be attracted to a sniveling shell of a man like you, huh?”
    “You shut your damn mouth,” the guard spat, waving his finger at him. “Now get back away from these bars and sit your ass down. We’ll find out what to do with you and then—”
    “What to do with me?” Aaron kept his position and frowned. “What you gonna do with me Bill, hmmm?” He bit his lower lip while a budding smile waited impatiently to burst forth from the joy of it all. “You gonna have a long talk with Jesus? Pray me away?” His eyes narrowed on the man as he imagined decapitating him right then and there with a twist of the neck and a firm, hearty yank.
    “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll straighten up.”
    “Straighten up ’nd fly right? It’s a bird… it’s a plane…Tell me to give peace a chance?” He shook his head. “You and the warden, huh? You gonna tell me that you’ll have me locked away so long, I’ll be a great grandfather before I ever get the hell outta here?”
    “That’s exactly