Omarion

The City.

It was a welcome sight from several months of just sitting in hole or working in a fucking mine to just lower my sentence and playing nice with guards and taking shit from other in-mates. To be out. Finally out again. I was never going back.

“What are you thinking?”

I kept my focus on the city. “I’m not going back.”

“I know. I know bro. So better question is do you think Peaches is going to get you jammed up again on some bullshit like the last time?

I shook my head but I couldn’t help feeling it. “You don’t understand what’s it like. Going from the top of the hill to being hit with a fucking wall out of nowhere. All because encounter with a female you haven’t fucked with or fucked.”

“I can’t buy that shit. But why the fuck did she choose you.”

I started to open my mouth but then closed it again. I shook my head. “No. Let’s just concentrate on the job. I don’t even want to speak that female’s name anymore let alone think about her. Let’s just say some asshole put her on me and the good part is the bastard got his before I got sent into the Pin.”

“I hear you bro. It’s forgotten.”