Street Dreams
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“Fuck it. Send him in.” Truck said, trying to sound cool. When he saw who his roommate was, he wished he could eat his words. The beefy security guard took the shackles off Cutty and pushed him into the cell.
“Hold on, I changed my mind. I don’t want a roommate,” Truck pleaded.
The beefy guard laughed and said, “Kane sends his regards. You fucking rat!” The guard left the two men alone.
“What's up, Truck?” Cutty said, pulling a homemade shank from his work boot.
“Hold up, man,” Truck said, backing up into the corner. “If you kill me, they’re gonna give you more time.”
“Like I give a fuck,” Cutty said. “I’m a three-time looser, nigga. They’re gonna give me life thanks to yo punk ass. It's okay, though. There's a lot of people who ain’t real happy with you, snitch mutha fucka. I’m gonna live like a king in the joint. Time to die, nigga.”
“Guard! Guard!” Truck screamed at the top of his lungs, but no one came to help him as the shank bit into the side of his face. Cutty cried for his fallen homeys as he carved Truck up like a Christmas goose.
Table of Contents
Cover
Title
Copyright
Acknowledgments
Chapter: 1
Chapter: 2
Chapter: 3
Chapter: 4
Chapter: 5
Chapter: 6
Chapter: 7
Chapter: 8
Chapter: 9
Chapter: 10
Chapter: 11
Chapter: 12
Chapter: 13
Chapter: 14
Chapter: 15
Chapter: 16
Chapter: 17
Chapter: 18
Chapter: 19
Chapter: 20
Chapter: 21
Chapter: 22
Chapter: 23
Chapter: 24
Chapter: 25
Chapter: 26
Chapter: 27
Chapter: 28
Chapter: 29
Chapter: 30