The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland
Wednesday September 13th, 2024

"Amaral!"

A voice yelled from the other side of the reinforced door.

Elijah looked up from the spot he was staring at in the dark room. He flexed his aching hands, feeling the cold sting of air on his still freshly split knuckles.

He'd been thrown back in solitary for, yet another, altercation between himself and another inmate. This time it was over practically nothing.

The man swore Elijah was looking at him when Elijah hadn't looked at anyone. He didn't even look up from his plate that entire chow. He was growing more accustomed to the shitty food of the jail. He almost ate a whole plate full.

Elijah knew what it was really about. It was about Cracc. He wouldn't address Elijah directly—for some reason. He'd just send random niggas to come check up and get beat down.

Camarro had set up some type of Lawyer for him, but Elijah had only called the lawyer once. He'd only called everyone once.

He called Syara first to let her know he was straight and to continue taking care of her business even though he was gone, he called Camarro to let him know he was straight, he talked to Nylah through Marro, he called Kisses to tell her he was cool, and she was with Leek and Hooty, so they talked as well, and Ron-Ron already knew the drill, but he called him, too.

Elijah was really just trying to stay out the way, and in his own lane, outside of the Cracc business. Jail wasn't easy, but it didn't have to be hard if you minded your business.

The most Elijah wanted was to get up with Cracc, himself, instead of fighting all these random henchmen he sent toward him. That shit was annoying.

At first, all he wanted was a fade. Now, he might have to just stab this nigga. He was getting on his fucking nerves.

Sending all these niggas wasn't slowing Elijah down. At all. It was only pissing him off. Mostly, because it was an issue between them that could have very easily been resolved, but Cracc just kept sending niggas to fight Elijah.

The most recent incident, it was two buff ass niggas sent to rough him up. Cracc was playing scary.

Had Elijah been anyone else, Cracc would've had him killed, but he was opting to attempt to get him beat up because he knew that Camarro would kill his whole bloodline on the outside if Elijah died by his hand.

And everyone knew it was the same vice versa. No one bothered Camarro in a way too fatal when he hit the pen for fear of Elijah knocking on their door.

This was a more recent thing than anything.

At first, everyone knew they were brothers, but they didn't fuck with each other. For all everybody else knew, they hated each other. And for a while, they did.

But, the bond was still there. Regardless of the situation, that was Camarro's little brother, and that was Elijah's big brother. No matter how mad they got, that was a fact that failed to be disproved.

Most especially, once Camarro sent Meek and Noocy to beat the shit out of another inmate's 16 year old daughter when they were 15 because the man jumped a 16 year old Elijah with three other inmates. After that, it was his niece, then his mother, and Camarro and Leek jumped his brother.

From then on, it set a precedent. Don't go overboard with Elijah.

He would allow him to handle his own business— he was grown, he was owed that— but just be careful.