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"Tyron Richards." One of the guards said while sliding open the cell as Rondo stood from the hard jail bed. "Are you Tyron Richards?"

"Yeah." He nodded then they continued up the slender hallway until they got to the receptionist's desk. Where Vachel David, his father's young Brazilian girlfriend stood filling out paperwork. Rondo stood close by helping her sound out each word. This wasn't her mother country and she didn't really understand how things in ghetto America worked. "What bout his car?" she questioned, "it is his, his pa got it for him."

"You can go pick it up at Lance's repo company, but make sure it's before noon or else you'll be waiting all week." The receptionist gave a fake smile. Not liking what she saw as she stared at the beautiful Vachel who looked as if she just left a photoshoot held by Maxim magazine. Which wouldn't be possible without Haywire's money.

She came to this country with air and a crumb in her pocket now she was whipping expensive cars and rocking designer from head to toe.

Rondo ripped a small piece from the paperwork and scribbled down his number. "Give this to Sam she should be out here in a few."

Afterward, they left—Vachel was at the wheel and Rondo in the passenger seat. His brown eyes had narrowed her way. He ran his fingers up and down her thigh playing with the fabric of the tight jeans she wore.

"Stop it!" she slapped his hand away.

"Shit! Don't act like you weren't feeling it that's probably why you came to pick me up anyway." He said now checking through the small plastic bag filled with items that were confiscated upon his arrest. "I was just tryna show you I was thankful that's all."

"Your pa be busy now which is the only why I come here for you." She explained the best way she knew how.

He rubbed a tired hand over his face. "Oh! Is that what you told him?"

"Please cut it out." She practically begged, wanting to put the night she sexed him on his 18th birthday deep inside of her head. But Tyron/Rondo wasn't letting it go especially now that she was around here sucking and fucking his dad. All the while trying to play step mama to him like she wasn't guzzling his nut.

He knew if he wanted her and pushed harder he could have her still. And that was the messed-up thing about it all.

Haywire was in love with her, though. She was the first lady with the exception of Rondo's mother that he kept around for so long. But too bad Vachel wasn't shit but a gold digger and a whore at least that's what Tyron thought. He wanted nothing more than to get her out of the picture, yet for now, she kept his dad happy.

He hasn't seen him that way in years since his mom left them and turned to the pipe.





Samore's eyes flashed around the dingy cell before she stood and swiped some drool from the corner of her mouth. A guard walked over and let her out. The receptionist watched on as Glytter ran up and wrapped her arms around her daughter. "We were calling around like a buncha crazies looking for you and this where you are, Sam." She told her as Sam's arms stayed on her sides.

The receptionist remembered the number that was left for her and called her over just as they were about to exit.

She undid the slip of paper to Rondo's number as a smile appeared on her dry lips.

"Hopefully this is the last time I see you up in here." The receptionist said.

"What happened?" Glytter wanted to know as they walked to the car.

"I was on my way home and the police were tripping on us as usual, ma." She answered. "We were just driving like everybody else, and that's what happened, I swear."

"We?" Glytter noticed, "who else was you hanging with?"

"Some friends from the prom." Sam said.

Glytter glared at her child as if she knew those were lies. But since they had bigger things to be focusing on at the moment she let it slide. "Well, I hope you said your final goodbyes to them because you're moving out in the burbs with your grandparents. Until Salvatore and I get things right at home. Some fool around the way got himself killed. And rumors are going around that Salvatore was behind the hit so we ha—"

"Have to lay low to be safe." Sam finished her sentence mockingly as Glytter just stared wide-eyed. "Ma, why do my life gotta stop just cuz dad and these other niggas can't get they shit together?"

Glytter leaned back in her seat. "Look out the window behind you and tell me what you see?" she ordered as Sam did as told spotting an all-black audi following them. Like it did only once when things got real deadly between the gangs around the way. And people were dropping like flies which only meant the same thing was about to happen again.

"When will you come and get me?" she asked as always, her only concern was herself.

Glytter cupped her daughter's face, "I already said when things coo' down."

That wasn't what Sam wanted to hear, though. She wanted a date put on when. But there was no point of asking Glytter shit—she thought. They made it to the mini suburban mansion. Sam got out once the driver stopped. And her mother waved her bye.

She didn't return it.



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