Lamont's grandmother pulled into California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation parking lot off of 7717 Edgewater Dr # 200, Oakland, CA 94621. She turned off the car and looked at him.
"Lamont, I'm so happy your home baby. You made it out that he'll hole, unharmed and thank god no jail mentality."
They both laughed.
"But all bullshit aside, don't Fuck up and get your freedom snatched from under your feet slipping and sliding In these damn streets. Oakland's like Chicago in my eyes baby. Don't end up in the should of, could of, would of category."
"Yes ma'am. An I understand. Being locked up was not the business for me. Fighting, no real food to fulfill your hunger unless a person had cannteen. Missing you and the rest of the family. I have no intentions to go back."His grandmother smiled www t him with watering eyes to see how ugh he seemed to grow when he was away. She gave him a hugan kiss on the forehead before he stepped out her car and headed up the steps into the office building.
"Shit this looks like a ducked up scene in a first 48 episode."
Mont thought to himself. He signed in with his first name and last name along with his C.Y.A number(91234).
Before he could sit down this tall chocolate sistah' with the body on Remy Ma with the face of a younger version of the singer Monica came storming through one of the back doors that lead to the parole officer's offices.
"Lamont King!"
"That's me."
"I know who the Fuck you are; already fucking up ain't been out three months."
Aww shit, Lamont thought to himself , this fine Ass bitch tryna' take me down. A smile semi crept up on his face.
" What the Fuck you smiling for come on so you can piss in this cup and then will remove the anckle monitor."
*********Dominique*******
Dominique was leaving terminal 3 from exiting a plane at the Oakland Airport arguing with her boyfriend J-Rock.
"Bruh your a real bitch Ass Nigga' what more us there to say."
He looked at her like she was a fat girl nasty brad in a display window.
"Bitch please, you act like-"
Before he could finish his sentance she two pieced Rock in his mouth so hard he fell back an his gold ones went flying in the air.
You tried to Fuck a bitch on our Motel floor while I was out. An she was a hoe. You dirty dick niggah."
She kicked him in his nuts and stomped on his gold ones. The pedestrians around them cheered for her, she turned them out.
"It's over Fuck boy."
He tried to reach out to her but she had already walked off and exited the airport. Her car was parked in a parking spot she paid for before she left.
When she got settled into her purple Lexus, she got a text.
It bet not be that bitch boy, I'm trying not shoot this trick.
She thought to herself. But it was from one of her female friends:
Tues 21 2:00pm
"what's good Dominique I heard what went Dow with you and J-Rock through Diamond. But Fuck that. I know you like to shake that monkey, so I have something to get your mind off that Fuck niggah and put a smile on your face.
There's a function poppin' tonight in Dogtown. The whole Livewire Records team are going to be there rockin' the Block party 😃 And you know what that means 💲💲💲💲💯😜 I know you wit' . Get at me bitch😈"
Dominique smile an tested her friend back
"😝Bitch you know I'm wit' it. I know you at your saloon I'm on my way✌😎💯"
She then started he car an pulled off toward Oh! My Nappy Hair
On 2974 MacArthur Blvd.
***********Lamont***********
After Lamont pissed in a cup for his P.O he sat down in her office. " you can call me Ms. Nubiah. I am your parole officer as you can see.put your foot up here so I can take that shit off you. I should keep it on after yo Ass missed you curfew time twice. But your excuses checked out through your friend Derek Williams. Your lucky I know he's a good fucking guy."
She took the anckle monitor off him. When she did he stood up.
"Keep playing ball,stay out of trouble, and good luck on your job search."
"Yes ma'am."
He walked out and got into the car with his grandma'.
Lamont had shoulder length dreads two distinctive tattoos everybody knew him by, even the police. He was brown skinned, and a slim athletic build. He looked ready to play For the Golden state warriors.
His grandmother stopped at a store in East Oakland Mable are eye contact and smiled "You look like your dad Lamont Sr. If it only wasn't for them damn dreads in your head you two would look like twins."
She touched one of his dreads as they both shared a laugh.
Mont was thinking to himslef.
I wish pops was out right now I'll fasho' be good.
His grandmother got out the car an walked into the store as he got a text on his phone. It was his right hand man Derek Williams but Mont calls him Lil' D:
Tues 21 2:00pm
What's good niggah I already know I already know you off that fuckin' house🏠arrest shit so guess what I got poppin' for us.
There's a function poppin' tonight in Dogtown. The whole Livewire Records team are going to be at that bitch quaking the Block party 😃 And you know what that means afterwards bruh bruh 👹🏠👺😷💲💲💲💲💲💲. Oh and don't forget your car is still in my shed niggah. This Dark🚙 blue on this TSL Acura is telling. "swang me". 😂 get at me bruh 💯
Mont replied,
I'm at the store with my granny' real quick I'll be yo way. Don't touch my car niggah😠😂💯.'
YOU ARE READING
REVENGE
Non-FictionRevenge is best served cold or in this case face to face! Take a journey with Lamont as he seeks out the revenge of his fathers death. From kicking in doors to pod time. Take this ride with Lamont as he takes REVENGE.
