Chapter Wicked
Wicked
Isnatched down all my posters from the wall and dumped that shit into the trashcan.
Everything in here, I was leaving, including the burner phone I had.
After the shit had gone down with Aria, the only thing I used that phone for was business.
She’d dipped on a nigga when I needed her the most, which let me know that bitches still weren’t shit.
My time on the inside ain’t changed a damn thing.
“You ready?” the officer stepped to the door and asked me.
“Yeah.” I grabbed my suit jacket off the cot and slipped the shit on my shoulders. It’s been thirteen long years since this fabric touched my skin. Thirteen years that I’ve been locked up, and a nigga was finally about to roam free.
I followed him out into the hallway and soon as my loafers touched the floor, everyone started cheering for me.
People were surprised to see me make it back here after Marco stabbed me five times, but he couldn’t take a real nigga out.
Soon as I got back here, I sliced that nigga’s head off and left that shit sitting in the yard.
The two niggas that helped his ass, I stabbed them in the throat with a broom stick.
I’on know who the fuck they thought they were messing with, but they quickly learned that I ain’t the one.
The guard brought me to a door and it buzzed.
We stepped through it, and he gestured toward the woman standing behind the glass.
She slid out a clipboard and I signed it.
Once I was done, she handed me a bag with all my belongings in there from the night they picked me up.
Removing my wallet, I slipped that shit into my pocket and then grabbed my Wicked chain and placed it around my neck.
The last piece of jewelry I had in there was my Bulova watch.
I clasped it onto my wrist and removed my phone from the bag.
“Y’all can toss the rest of that shit.” Anything else in there was irrelevant as fuck. I hit the power button on my phone and got nothing but the battery. Slipping it into my pocket, I strolled toward the door. It buzzed and I exited.
The sun beamed down against my skin. Lifting my hand, I shielded my eyes from the brightness. The sun shone different on this side of the walls.
I tread down the gravel to the gate and it buzzed for me. My red bottoms touched the concrete and the gate closed behind me. I sucked in a breath that was quickly interrupted by, “Wicked!”
My head snapped in the direction the voice came from and it was Zola. I called and asked her to pick me up. I wanted to surprise my people. Zola was this chick I was fucking with before I got locked up. I’d hit her line from time to time to make sure she was a’ight.
“Oh my God, Wicked!” she screamed again and ran in my direction. She jumped off the ground and into my arms. A nigga was finally free, and I’m back to claim my throne.