The Story Of A Phat Girl [3] (Urban)

Chapter {74}

Brayden:

"Up and on your feet Ruiz you have a visitor." The female guard, Layla demanded as she unlocked my cell door patiently waiting for me to make my way to the threshold of the door so she could cuff me.

Standing in front of her I held out my wrist waiting to be cuffed as I watched her skim me from head to toe while biting down on her bottom lip. Stepping closer she shot me a seductive smile before handcuffing me.

Smacking my lips, I paid her no mind as I moved to stand on the wall next to my cell as she slammed it shut and locked it back. Grabbing me by my upper arm she guided me outside my pod and down the hall towards the private visiting rooms.

"So, how's your day been Ruiz?" She questioned trying to start up some small talk between us, but I was completely uninterested, nor did I want shawty to believe I was trying to send her some type of signals back.

"It's been straight." I stated dryly looking around the hall making myself aware of my surroundings since I was somewhat paranoid after what happened the last time a guard was leading me down this hall.

"You trynna' make it better?" She purred slowing down her pace making me slow down as well.

Looking down I seen she was now batting her overly long eyelashes while seductively biting down on her bottom lip. Her chest was now pushed up against me as her brown eyes displayed nothing but pure lust.

Layla wasn't an ugly woman with her pretty light skin and tall slim petite figure, but she wasn't my type nor was she the one who held my attention. If it wasn't Liyah, I wasn't checking for shit else.

"If you like your head attached to your shoulders then I would suggest you stop while you're ahead cause my girl got a thing for beheading people. Especially thirsty ass bitches like you." I sneered leaning down and whispering in her ear so the conversation could only be heard between us.

"Don't I got a visitor?" I reminded her pulling away as she visibly paled at the mention of Liyah as I smirked seeing the fear come into her eyes.

These guards already knew who I was especially since a lot of them were on my payroll meaning they also knew who Liyah was and what she was capable of. Most female guards were scared to approach me much less flirt with me knowing that was Liyah was about that action, but I applaud Layla for the boldness. I'll give ol' girl an E for effort.

"Oh, yeah, um, right." She rushed out quickly stumbling over her words as I smirked allowing her to guide me down the hallway as an awkward silence fell over us.

The awkwardness was more on her end than mine since her face showed she was clearly embarrassed, but I ain't give a fuck.

Making it into the private visitor's room she uncuffed me before reminding me and the random man that she was outside the door. Keeping my stare locked on the man who was sitting comfortable at the table across the room observing me I stood in myself spot observing him as well.

"The fuck are you?" I asked bluntly not in the mood for the bull shit especially since were just getting off lockdown today meaning the past couple of days, I had been in my cell for 23 hours of the day.

I was only let out long enough to shower and eat but I didn't regret my actions. Jefferson deserved everything that was handed to him. I wasn't completely heartless though since I made his daughter into an orphan, I set her up with a nice trust fund she could use to fund her college expenses next year.

I knew what it was like to have to live with fucked up parents and feel as if there was no way out.

Rising from his seat I carefully watched the dark skin man who stood a couple inches shorter than me. He was dressed down in a nice suit and shiny fresh out the box Italian leather dress shoes letting me know he had some type of money especially with the flashy watch he had sitting on his left wrist.