"Is there a problem" I said to the girl guard. She rolled her eyes and pushed me to keep walking. She almost made me trip over my own two fucking feet. "Watch your step" she said laughing. "Why was you staring at my girl like that" I asked. "Please your girl friend wasn't even worth me staring at her" she said frowning up. "Apparently, she was if the whole time you was in our fucking conversation from a far seeing what the fuck we was talking about" I snapped. I honestly don't know what this bitch problem was. Shorty was acting like we had some going on and she was jealous. I wasn't about to loose T over no miss understanding. Especially, taking a risk of getting caught and adding more time into my sentence. Fuck that, they can leave that shit for birds. Plus, this lady was half of T. Don't get me wrong that ass is fat in that uniform, but faces are important to me. I can't fuck a ugly bitch. I love face expressions. That shit is such a turn on and this bitch was ugly. "I wouldn't keep running my mouth so much if you knew what was good for you" she said in my ear. I pulled away from her. Was that a fucking threat ? Do she not know that I can get her ass wiped off the face of the earth. "I wouldn't threaten a nigga like me if I was you" I said to her. She took my handcuffs off and pushed me in my cell. She slammed the gate shut "if you knew who the fuck I was you wouldn't threaten a bitch like me" she said smiling walking away.

Later, it was time to eat dinner. I always met with Brandon and we sat at the table in the far back so we could always talk business. I went through the line and took a seat. Brandon was already eating. "Wassup fool" he said dapping me up. I returned the love. "You know that girl guard who check people for the visitation" I said jumping straight into the conversation. "Yea the cute dark skin one with brown eyes" he said smiling. "Nah the ugly one with the fat ass" I said. "That bitch" he said with attitude. "What about it" he added shaking his head. "You know anything about her" I said trying to get information. "Nope, but if you give me some time I can get you that bitch social security number" he said laughing. "Bet I don't trust that bitch, she said some shit that done threw me off. I gotta know my surroundings you feel me can't get set up again" I admitted. "My guy what you said, but I'll handle that for you fasho" he said downing his juice. "Love" I said. "You sure you it ain't nothing more" he said squinting his eyes at me. "What more could it be my nigga" I said smacking my lips. "Either you trying to fuck her or she doing you a favor not to many niggas try to keep tabs on a guard" he said shrugging his shoulders. He was right but he was also wrong. I just wanted to know who this bitch was. "She had a problem with my girl so I asked her about it and she said some other shit. I wouldn't never fuck over my history with T. I love her she my everything" I said. "Alright my guy I see you, but don't be saying this and I hear later on she sucking your dick or some shit" he said. I smacked my lips, because this nigga was either dumb ass fuck or either deaf. "I just told you I wouldn't mess up what I got with T over a damn guard" I said frowning up. "Good, because that would be bad for business" he said. Brandon intentions wasn't as good as he thought they was. He was very greedy even if he thought he wasn't. I knew that we wouldn't be in business for long. I had to get my paper and, drift back on my own. "Nigga I don't mix shit with my business I know what's good for business and what's not" I said. This was something else I ain't like about this nigga. He thinks he captain or some shit. I hope he know I don't follower the leader. I am the leader. Brandon only thinks about money. He don't have the mind set of a real hustler that's why he got other niggas moving the weight for him. I moved my own shit and set my own prices. I bet he never even sold a brick in his life. You might can buy one, but what's the point if you can't make a bigger profit from it. He basically, wasting more money than he getting in return. I keep up with the numbers, and he make the calls. SIMPLE. "I understand so is your girl still doing that shit for us" he said leaning in closer to me. "Yea she is I'm waiting on the phone to come in so I could call her and break everything down" I said. "Yea I don't know what the fuck is taking so long they supposed to been came" he said shaking his head. "They don't come than shit ain't going to go right" I said shaking my head. How T gone get shit done if we can't even get her the information. "Don't doubt me" he said. I laughed "nigga I ain't doubting shit I'm just saying I could of used that money on some noodles" I said. He laughed. "Hell yea because they trying to kill us with this shit" he said pointing at his tray. "Yo ass ain't dead yet my nigga, you done smashed your whole meal" I said joking.

We talked for a little more, than dinner was over. When I got back to my cell the guard Brandon did business with handed me a extra jump suit. "You ain't get this from me" the white guard said walking away.

I unwrapped the jump suit and there was the cell phone.