Prison Politics

by Beast

  A sigh of relief left the young killer’s body. A moment ago he had seen his life flash before his eyes. Gustavo wasted no time. He went up to Raheem, took the shank and threw it in one of the large ovens. Raheem washed the blood off as quickly as possible. Blondie waited at the door of the cafeteria. She escorted them back to the block like nothing had happened.

  Raheem felt like celebrating. But it was a fleeting feeling. He looked up to the tier and saw Xavier pushing into his cell. He was early. Very early. Raheem scaled the stairs and went to his cell door. Anger bubbled in his gut. He was going to rip Xavier’s head off for what he did with Javier; getting the Triple Deuces on his ass. When he pushed inside he couldn’t believe his eyes.

  Abdul gripped a wiry piece of metal with a tip sharpened like a nail. He was trying to drive the weapon into Xavier’s side, right at his heart. Raheem froze, watching the two men struggle. They either didn’t see him or just ignored him. He didn’t have time to think about why they were fighting. Raheem had to act.

  Raheem got behind Abdul and put the boy in a chokehold. He fought back, unwilling to stop his attempt on Xavier’s life. Slowly, as his gasp for air strained, his strength weakened. Relief washed over Raheem as he saw the sharp metal get further away from Raheem’s body. Abdul took one last gasp and his body went limp. In a flash, his arm bent towards himself and the metal weapon crashed into his own chest.

  Complete despair shook Raheem at his foundation. His body quaked and his eyes went wide. He looked up at Xavier and back down at Abdul’s flinching body. It wasn’t long until his body stopped moving. Raheem didn’t say a word but his eyes said all that he needed to say when he looked back at a remorseless Xavier.

  Prag

  “I promise that ass gets better each time,” Gustavo said as stroked the last drop of nut from his thick, uncut meat. “You got me hooked like an addict. Over here fiendin’ and shit. That ass is better than pussy. Shit, I’m going to swing by to see you if you still in this bitch tomorrow.”

  The Mexican thug tossed Raheem a rag to wipe the cum dripping from his swollen hole. He eyed his prison bitch as he pulled up his oranges and adjusted himself to conceal his erection. His eyes traveled up and down Raheem’s naked flesh. He looked like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. Thoughts of fucking Raheem again danced in his eyes. If there was time he probably would have tried to dick the boy down again.

  Raheem eyed the man warily. Disgust and anger bubbled in his gut along with the Mexican’s hot seed. It wasn’t until the gangster left that Raheem let out a sigh of relief. His mind needed a break just as much as his ass. For three days he had sat in solitary. Xavier had promised that he’d get him out as soon as possible. The guard wasn’t moving fast enough.

  Days and nights had blurred into each other. There was no window. No one said anything on the block. The quiet messed with Raheem the most. Food and Gustavo came to him like clockwork. It was the only way he knew what time it was. Raheem didn’t sleep. His cell didn’t have a bed. Only a commode and sink were provided. Sleep didn’t come. It was too chilly to rest. It was the price all prisoners who killed someone had to pay.

  Xavier had convinced Raheem to take the fall for killing Abdul. They made up a story saying that Abdul had attacked Raheem and Xavier tried to get in the cell when it happened. Xavier put in his report that Raheem was only defending himself. Still, he was sitting in the cell, not Xavier.

  Raheem paced back and forth in the eight by eight cell. He was on the verge of losing his mind. The last time he spoke to Xavier was just before the SORT team came in and took him to solitary. He had no idea what was going on outside of those walls. Not knowing was the worst part. He was truly isolated. The only human interaction he had was with Gustavo and that was pure agony.

  When the fuck is this nigga going to get me out this bitch, Raheem thought. I should tell the lieutenant his ass was the one that stabbed Abdul. Get that nigga thrown in a cell next to me.

  Raheem shook his head. He knew no one would believe him. Especially after he wrote down that he killed Abdul trying to defend himself. Going back on what he said would only complicate things. He just prayed that the incident didn’t affect his chances of getting out of prison in the twelve months that Patterson had promised. Raheem was holding on to the hope of being free by this time next year like a newborn clenched to a tit.

  Images of Abdul bleeding to death in his arms exploded in his mind. The boy stayed in his thoughts. His death plagued Raheem’s dreams. The boy didn’t deserve to die. But it was hard not to admit that he had what happened coming. It was just the way the game worked.

  Raheem didn’t have any proof but he was sure that Brady and the Triple Deuces strong armed him into trying to kill Xavier. Maybe they didn’t think Raheem had the balls to kill anyone. It would explain Abdul’s blackened eye. But then maybe he was trying to kill Xavier for Raheem. There was really no way of knowing. Abdul was dead and dead men told no tales.

  Raheem crawled into the corner of the cell and wrapped his arms around his shaky knees. His body was tired. Numbing pain rattled his young bones. He closed his eyes and tried to get some rest but it didn’t come. When he finally dozed off from pure exhaustion someone banged on the door. Raheem stood up and went to the slit of window. It was Xavier.

  “Come on out, Jones,” Xavier said as he opened the door. “You’re going back to gen pop.”

  “It’s about fucking time. Thought your lame ass forgot about me. Tired of sitting in this motherfucker. Can’t sleep in this bitch.”

  “Yea, I can see the bags under your eyes. I didn’t forget about you. I would never forget about you, Raheem. We got a lot of history between us. Secrets that could get both of us killed or me locked up and you serving ten to fifteen. We’re stuck together. Get used to it.”

  “Why did you kill Abdul?” Raheem asked, narrowing his gaze. He needed answers and didn’t have time to play the guessing game. “I was choking him out. You didn’t have to kill him. You could have had him put in solitary. Or at least found out why he was trying to kill you. What you did was unnecessary and foul as fuck. That little nigga actually liked you.”

  “The shit with Abdul is over. It’s history. Probably best to just forget about him. Whether he wanted me dead because he was told to do it or if he was trying to keep me away from you doesn’t matter now. He’s no longer a problem. You know a nigga doesn’t walk away when he makes an attempt on someone’s life.”

  Raheem flinched. He saw a flare of jealousy in the guard’s gaze. “You think he wanted to kill you because of what’s going on between us? You really think he was that infatuated with me?”

  “I don’t know,” Xavier answered. A slick grin covered his face. “It seems like every dude you fuck with in this prison gets into their feelings and gets possessive. Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on between you and that prick, Gustavo. What’s the price for that ass now?”

  “Who the fuck you talking to, nigga?!? Don’t think you can say that slick shit because you a fucking guard. Talking like you go hard like a lifer or something. You don’t know what it’s like being locked up in this bitch without a fucking lifeline. A real nigga will make a way when there aint one.”

  “You need to watch that tone, boy,” Xavier warned. He leaned back, looking up and down the hall. “Get loud like that again and I’ll leave you in this hole for another day. Being reckless will get us both fucked up.”

  “Fuck you! I had to get Gustavo to help me take out Brady and Flip since you put them niggas on my ass with that stunt you pulled with Javier. They’re the ones that wanted you dead. Said if I didn’t take your ass out they’d kill me. I needed the man’s help. Everything that happened your fucking fault.”

  Xavier chuckled and shook his head. “Stupid ass boy. You need to trust me when I say I have shit taken care of. Gustavo played you. He knew all about Javier. They were cousins but Javier was fucking Gustavo’s girl before he got locked up. The baby Gustavo thought was his was actually Javier’
s. Gustavo wanted Javier killed. When the Triple Deuces did what he couldn’t do himself, it was a way to justify taking them out too. I had a plan to get Gustavo and some of his boys to take out all of those niggas. You got scared and jumped the fucking gun.”

  Raheem stared back at Xavier in utter disbelief. Gustavo had played him to get in his ass. He wanted to fuck him up so bad that it hurt. Raheem had given up his ass to the man for saving his life. The whole deal was a shame.

  “You didn’t tell me any of this shit,” Raheem complained. “How the fuck was I supposed to know? You had me running around like a chicken with its head cut off.”

  “Why do you think you need to know every fucking thing? You’re an inmate. I told you I would take care of everything. You need to start trusting me.”

  “How the fuck can I trust you when you keep shit from me?”

  Xavier’s face softened. “There’s a reason I don’t tell you everything. I can’t tell you everything. I’d be putting you in danger. You know why I came back here. I would never let anything happen to you. You can take that to the bank.”

  “Why are you so worried about me?” Raheem asked. “I’m just another nigga trying to do his time and get the fuck out.”

  “Honestly, I don’t know. If you want me to be real I’ll be real. My blood boils when I’m around you. I want to do things to you, with you, that I’ve never thought about doing with another man. The shit scares the Hell out of me. I worry that you’re only fucking with me to get what you want. So I try to provide to get what I want.”

  “I’m not a fag,” Raheem protested. “This aint nothing but business. Don’t forget that shit.”

  “Neither am I,” Xavier countered. “This shit is new to me. But be honest, I know you do what you do to get what you want but you can’t tell me that you don’t like some of it.”

  “I don’t,” Raheem said flatly. “When I get out next year I’m not going to be doing any of that shit ever again. Make my money some other way. This dick is my golden ticket for homos like you while I’m locked up in this bitch.”

  “Next year?” Xavier frowned. “Thought you had three years.”

  Raheem clenched his jaw. He’d spoken too much. The last thing he needed was anyone knowing that he might be getting out of prison earlier than expected. He had no idea how Xavier would react to the news. The prison guard was obviously obsessed with him. He probably imagined having some crazy prison love affair with Raheem for the next three years.

  “I spoke with Patterson. He worked out a deal with the parole board to hear my case in twelve months. I could be a free man. See my family. Live like a man. Have my fucking life back.”

  “Congratulations.” Xavier said. He sounded less than enthusiastic. “I’m sure we can find lots of trouble to get into before you bounce out of here. There’s still work we need to take care of.”

  Raheem offered a weak smile. Xavier stepped closer to him and planted an awkward kiss on the young thug’s lips. Surprise covered his face. It seemed like an attempt to be affectionate. It just felt weird.

  “So who’s my new cell mate?” Raheem asked. “I can’t deal with any more drama.”

  Xavier scratched the back of his head. “Hard to explain. I’m pretty sure you won’t be fighting for the top bunk. You’ll just have to see when you get there. Right now we need to talk about that gun.”

  “I’m already working on pinning it on that guard, Marco.”

  “Hmm,” Xavier grunted thoughtfully. “That’s actually not a bad idea. You think you can pull it off? Marco isn’t the smartest but the man keeps his nose clean. He’s all about doing things by the book.”

  “I’m going to need your help but yea. I have a plan.”

  “You want to share that plan?” Xavier asked. “We don’t need any more secrets between us.”

  “You just need to trust me,” Raheem quipped. “I’ll take care of this one. Is there anything else we need to discuss, Officer Brown?”

  Xavier licked his lips. “When are we going to finally get some time alone? I’ve been wanted to fuck you since I got back. I don’t think I can hold out much longer. My dick stays on brink whenever I see your chocolate ass.”

  “Put a $100 on my commissary and then we can talk,” Raheem said. His hole clenched thinking about Gustavo pounding his guts. The thought of more dick in his life made Raheem cringe. “You going to have to pay for this shit.”

  Xavier grinned and shook his head. He waved Raheem out of the cell. Xavier’s eyes were glued on Raheem’s ass as they made the long walk back to the block. The guard dreamed about how it would feel to thrust his manhood in and out of Raheem’s tight, muscular hole. He had to adjust himself twice before they actually made it back to the block.

  “Holler at me when that money hits my account,” Raheem said before he left Xavier’s side. “Don’t fuck with me until that bread comes up. I aint got time for no fucking games.”

  Raheem headed for his cell without saying another word to Xavier. If the CO wanted to play he most definitely would have to pay. In the mean time, Raheem had to figure out what to do about Gustavo and flesh out his plan to pin the gun on Marco. He would need help but he hated the idea of depending on Xavier. The man had his own agenda.

  Eyes followed Raheem as he headed towards his cell. The young prison thug tried to ignore all the queer looks but he didn’t miss the evil glares coming from a group of Muslims who were setting up to pray. He groaned on the inside. The last thing he needed was for the Muslims to have him in their crosshairs.

  “What the fuck?!?” Raheem blurted as he pushed into his cell. “Nigga, you got to get the fuck up out my cell.”

  Raheem’s new cellmate stood up and smiled. He looked like an old drag queen. Raheem cringed as he studied the man’s face. Makeup covered his cellmate’s worn skin, accentuating his eyes and lips without rhyme or reason. Raheem didn’t even think about how this old queen had got his hands on makeup in the first place. Some female guard probably gave it to him. Raheem was sure that he’d only started his transformation while locked up. His face looked beat and not in a good way.

  “You must be Raheem,” the old queen purred. He extended his hand like a female. “I’m Dee Dee.”

  “This shit is not happening to me,” Raheem said to himself. He rubbed his face with both hands, disbelief burning his flesh. “How the fuck do I get stuck with a cross dressing fag?” Raheem stared at Dee Dee. Anger burned in his chest as he made his way towards the man, fists balled. “Get the fuck out my cell.”

  Dee Dee slipped a razor from his waistband and said, “Baby, I may be a fag and an ugly ass woman but I aint no bitch. Keep on steeping girl and you going to see how fierce an old queen like me can be.”

  “So you going to cut me, nigga?”

  “Baby, I don’t want to do shit to you but look. I heard about what you did to your last cell mate. That’s probably why they put me in here, hoping that you’d do everyone a favor and get rid of the faggot. I may be a flaming fag but baby I own that shit. I make no apologies for who I am. We are stuck in this little ass cell and it’s probably best if you just get used to it. I’m not going to fuck with you. I get enough trade dick anyways, hunny.”

  Raheem’s gaze narrowed at the old troll staring back at him with legs crossed and lips pursed. Before prison, he was never the violent type. Raheem’s boys would go out and beat up sissies but that was never how Raheem rocked. As long as they didn’t mess with him he was fine. Now, he had a bona fide prison fag in his cell.

  “When I get back I want all these bright ass scarves taken down. I’m not playing. You can keep that sheet over your bunk so I don’t have to see your ugly ass. Decorate in there.”

  “Anything else, daddy?” Dee Dee asked.

  Raheem shook his head and clenched his fists. His nostrils flared. Raheem turned around and shoved open the door to his cell. He left before he put hands on the old queen. Despite his anger, Raheem paused before putting hands on Dee Dee. He may have been a prag but
he probably had no problem fighting. Dressing the way he dressed definitely would bring attention from some angry, fag hating inmates with their own insecurities. Raheem knew better than to corner an animal. They were the most vicious when left without any options.

  Raheem leaned over the rail of the tier and scanned the block. About a dozen or so eyes were on him. Some of the inmates pointed and laughed. Everyone knew that he was cellmates with a flamer. Raheem was the joke of the block. Even Office Marco’s fat ass had a grin on his face.

  Keep on smiling motherfucker, Raheem thought. I got something for you ass. Just wait.

  Raheem caught movement in the corner of his eyes. Gustavo was heading his way with a silly smile on his face. Raheem groaned on the inside. He struggled to contain his anger. Showing his hand wasn’t an option. Gustavo needed to think everything was gravy between them. Raheem didn’t need the Mexican even considering that Raheem had plans to fuck him up too.

  “How’s the cellie?” Gustavo asked. “You two make nice, playing house?”

  “Fuck you. Them guards got me fucked up if they think I’m going to let this shit slide.”

  “I don’t know man, those fags always keep a clean cell. And if you get an itching to get your dick sucked, you got a willing mouth just a few feet away.”

  Raheem rolled his eyes. “What you want, man? Got enough on my plate right now.”

  “Shit, just wanted to make sure you were okay. We need to figure out a way for us to get some one-on-one time so I can dig in that ass. My dick is hungry again.”

  “I just got back on the block. Can a nigga relax a little?”