Chapter 9 Bentley
BENTLEY
Another thirty days passed by, and I’d yet to hear from Windale.
When it came to my case, it was like the nigga developed amnesia or some shit.
Why the fuck was it so hard for him to get me the fuck out this bitch?
Seems to me, he was waiting on me to solve the case for him.
I ain’t let him lollygag for a year. Apparently, that was all he was capable of though. I was over this dumb shit.
“You that nigga Bentley, ain’t it?”
I stopped in my tracks and looked over to the nigga that felt the need to speak to me.
I didn’t move like that in the streets and I damn sure wasn’t ‘bout to move like that up in here. I had a handful of people, and I meant five muthafuckas that got conversation out of me. He wasn’t one and neither was the lil’ niggas following behind him.
Sizing him up and down, I released a chuckle and kept it moving. He ain’t have shit to discuss with me. I wasn’t looking for no runners or do boys.
“Muthafucka you ain’t hear me talking to you?” he shouted at my back.
“Nigga, I’m ‘bout to wash my ass. The fuck you want with me?” I threw back without turning around.
They walked up and surrounded me as if I was supposed to back down. I ain’t never been touched by nan nigga and they saw the light of day again. If he knew what was best for him and his crew, he’d get the hell on. It was too much anger in me right now.
He looked me up and down like he was admiring a nigga or some shit. I knew what that meant and instantly got in defense mode. Shit, if I was being honest, that was my mood every day I stepped out my cell. “Yeah, you him. I can’t lie, you look like you bench—”
“I don’t do ponks in no shape form for fashion. You and yo’ lil’ butt buddies need to get the fuck out my face ‘fore I do you something bad. I’m telling you,” I warned them.
He threw a nod to his boy behind me, and I immediately swung on his ass hitting him dead in his shit.
I ain’t know his name nor who the fuck he belonged to.
All I knew was when he got the fuck up out of here today, he was gon’ be carried in a bag.
In the blink of an eye, I was throwing haymakers left and right making sure them niggas knew not to play with me.
I only had a point to prove to when it came to him. They would get they ass handed to them when I got some free time, but this nigga had to go. I ain’t bother nobody in this bitch but him and his girlfriends decided to step like they just knew my ass was theirs for the taking.
Riya and her crew was rushing in shortly after from the commotion. “Atkins. Atkins. Get off him!”
“Dammit, all call. All call!”
Yeah, y’all better get medic here asap cause I’m putting him down fa sho.
The alarms overhead went off and more officers flooded the showers.
A nigga couldn’t even clean his fuckin’ balls before a dumb muthafucka was asking to meet OG.
I didn’t stop throwing blows until I felt that nigga body become dead weight.
Them pussy ass guards knew better than to touch me too.
I put money in they pockets to let certain things slide.
“Atkins. Stop!” Riya yelled. Her screams fell on deaf ears. I was in the middle of handling business. “If you don’t stop Bentley, you’re going to kill him,” she said through gritted teeth.
I stopped long enough to look up at her and respond. I liked looking at people in the eye to let them know whatever I spoke was all truth. “What the fuck you think I’m trying to do?”
Officer Banks stepped in and pulled lil’ buddy from under me. “Not today, Atkins. Riya take him and handle the paperwork. I’ll deal with him.” He bent down and put a finger under his nose to see if he was still breathing. I was hoping I hit that switch turning them lights out permanently.
“Let’s go Atkins,” she said gently grabbing me by the arm. She must’ve known that one wrong movement and I was liable to put her down too. Once I was up, she put her cuffs around my wrists and escorted me out.
“Aye, do whatever the fuck you need to do, but I still need to wash my ass,” I stated.
“You don’t need to do shit but watch yo’ temper. Now, I’m hit with more paperwork ‘cause you want to beat up the ponks. Why you even go there with them? Everybody know they a joke,” she ranted.
“When it come to my manhood, I don’t give a fuck what you is. He stepped like he was gon’ take my shit and I saw nothing but red. What you think the warden ‘bout to do?” I inquired.
“Who knows Bentley? She said she ain’t want to see you back in her office after the last fight a few months ago. You keep trying her,” she said kissing the back of her teeth.
“I ain’t going in no hole Riya. Tell her something and keep me the fuck out of it.”
“That’s not up to me. Now come on,” she said guiding me down the many halls.
I knew where she was taking me. She was gon’ handle the paperwork fa sho, but she was also gon’ let Warden Montel handle the disciplinary actions.
It was only so much these muthafuckas in here would allow and this was out of her hands.
The closer we got to her office, the more her voice beamed.
She was naturally loud, and she used her voice to assure authority.
She was aggy as fuck, but she made shit shake ‘round this bitch for me.
Riya knocked on her door, and her screeching high-pitched voice came through loud and clear. “Who the fuck is it?”
Smirking, I looked over at Riya and waited on her to answer. “Officer Combs with Atkins, ma’am.”
Not even a few seconds later, the door was snatched open, and Warden Montel was standing with so much anger on her face. She was pissed aight. I stepped up closing the small gap between us. This was where she’d been trying to get me anyway so me showing my ass worked in her favor.
“How you doing Warden Montel? The day treating you good?” I asked sarcastically.
“You can go Combs,” she demanded.
“And me?” I questioned with a raised brow.
She pulled me inside completely and slammed the door shut. When she locked it, I knew what timing she was on.
Sierra Montel was the youngest Warden to date and lil’ mama looked like she belonged anywhere but here.
Thick in all the right places with a lil’ fupa attached.
She damned sure caught niggas eye regardless of her weight.
She was also feisty as hell. Why her pretty ass wanted to be in control of a bunch of niggas was beyond me.
Like a chihuahua going toe to toe with pit bulls. She wasn’t scared in the slightest.
Stepping in front of me, she looked up at me. I knew what she wanted. Her eyes held nothing but lust in them. Whether she was dick deprived or not, this situation would be used to get what she craved.
“You know you have to spend time in the hole, right?” she stated.
“I’m not going to no fuckin’ hole Sierra. Find something else for a nigga to do.”
Grinning, she removed her blazer and threw it on the sofa to the left of us. “Have a seat Bentley,” she ordered.
“I ain’t doing shit until I wash my ass.”
She walked over to her desk and removed a set of keys. She was back in my face seconds later removing the cuffs from my wrists. “Strip and use my shower. I’ll be back in a few minutes with some fresh clothes.”
“You’re abusing your power Sierra,” I answered with a menacing smile.
“Get right so you can abuse this pussy. I’ll be back,” she said stepping out.
Heading to her bathroom, I damned sho stripped without hesitation. I was a hygienic person. I never missed a day of washing, and I wasn’t ‘bout to start. Them ponks ain’t stop shit this way. Whether it was Sierra or Riya, one of them was gon’ make sure I had a set of clean balls.
I grabbed a towel and washcloth out her linen closet and turned on the shower. I snatched up the last individual sealed toothbrush out here drawer and started with my mouth first. I was underneath the steaming hot water moments later.
I was able to do a round of scrubbing before she was back.
Sierra let a lot of my shit in here slide so it was ‘bout that time to dick her down and put some money in her pockets. The weed I supplied the inmates, was through her. That went for the many cells I had flowing through this bitch as well. You’d be surprised how many niggas had the means to cop a phone or two.
I watched her remove the rest of her clothes and step in with a condom.
I couldn’t lie, out of her and Riya, I’d choose Sierra every time.
Riya was nice to look but I’d never touch her.
Sierra confidence was through the roof, and I liked the way she melted like putty in my hands.
Her body was soft to touch, and she always smelled like fresh peaches. I loved that shit.
“Two days, three max.”
“Didn’t I just tell you I wasn’t going to no fuckin’ hole?” I shouted.
“I can’t let this one go without consequences Bentley. You’ve been doing you for a year now, and I’ve let more than a little go. You got to serve this one. That nigga face is done for,” she explained.
She was the warden, so she had to show she was on her shit and making niggas suffer the consequences, but I was a different type of nigga. I ain’t abide by the rules when I was on the other side of these walls and I fa damn sho wasn’t ‘bout to start now that I was within hers.
Shaking my head, I said, “Stop playing with me Sierra.”
“Dammit, Bentley. You putting me in a fucked up position right now. I don’t need an investigation right now. I’m already young so these muthafuckas think I’m incompetent as fuck and can’t do my job. You got to work with me… please,” she begged.
If it wasn’t for her helping a nigga out, the money flow I had in here would be nonexistent. I was gon’ give her what she wanted but on my terms. I was still that nigga and had to have it my way.
“One day Sierra, and I better be out the next fuckin’ morning,” I stated through gritted teeth.
“That’s not how the hole works Bentley. You have to do at least forty-eight hours. You know how this shit goes.”