LOCKUP

GANG

A week later, Kian was released back into general population. He gathered quite a few looks and some inmates snickered, murmuring things to each other. He made his way to his cell, ignoring the looks. When he got to his cell, Aspek was there. He raised a brow when he saw Kian.

"Welcome back to hell, my boy. How was vacation?"

"Vacation?" Kian grimaced as he sat down on his bunk, putting a hand over his injury.

"Hell yeah," Aspek laughed as he undid his pants and proceeded to piss in the toilet which was right next to the bunks, "Hospital's like heaven. You just sit there and shit, visitors, all that good shit."

"Wasn't all that amazing. I'd prefer to be here, than there."

Aspek snorted, flushing the toilet as he pulled his pants back up, "Boy shut up and don't be stupid. You're dead here. You've pissed of the Bloods, and they rule this prison."

"I don't fucking get it, yo. I did what those assholes wanted me to do. I've been inking people and even givin' those motherfuckas whatever pay I got."

"The Bloods are fucked up yo. They can give approval, then take it back easy as shit." Aspek leaned against the cell wall under the window, pulling out a cigarette and putting it between his lips as he used his ratchet lighter to light the cigarette. Holding his arm up to ensure the smoke went out the window and avoid detection, he took a drag of it before blowing it up in the air and fanning it toward the window, "You could link up with the Crips."

It was clearly a joke when he said it, but it sparked an idea in Kian's head. Aspek could tell by the look on Kian's face and groaned, "Fuck no. You don't have shit what it takes to be with them. And, that's an intense commitment. You're in for what, 18 months? Their initiation is you gotta fuck somebody up. That's gonna get you with a twenty five buck ticket yo."

Kian chewed on his inside cheek, "Maybe I can do that but not get caught."

"Well I hear you made friends with that bigass motherfucka named Lynch. He's a crip, maybe he can help you out."

"Okay, good idea." Kian pulled himself to his feet, about to walk out of the cell before turning again, "You got a shank?" Anxiety wracked his body at walking through the prison unarmed and still injured.

"Of course I do. Why don't you have one?" Aspek walked over to his bunk, reaching under his mattress and taking out the shank which looked to be a rather thick shard of broken glass with white tape wrapped around one end of it.

As he held it out to Kian, he raised a brow and spoke, "I'll need it back when you come back. Make your own, or get your own. I'm sure other dudes finna trade one or two shivs in exchange for ink."

Kian nodded, taking the weapon from Aspek before walking out and going downstairs to ground level.

Luckily for him, there were extra guards today due to a small but deadly fight the other day between five inmates which left three fatally injured including a guard injured as well.

He walked through, ignoring all the other inmates that looked at him before he got outside and went to the court. As always, Lynch was there. Only today he was working out, benching some rusty looking weights.

"Yo, Lynch. Wha's happen'ing?" Kian walked over to him, keeping a hand over his stomach as he stood next to him awkwardly waiting for him to finish.

A few seconds later Lynch got up and rubbed sweat from his brow before looking at Kian, "The fuck you want white boy?"

"I thought I was lil white boy?" Kian asked jokingly before clearing his throat in seriousness after seeing Lynch's face, "Um... You're with the Crips yeah?"

"The fuck askin'?"

"Me. I'm figurin' that it's probably best to be in a group of some sort. Plus you and I chillin' so I was just wondering yo." His heart hammered in his chest but he kept a straight face, looking rather intimidating as he waiting for an answer.

"Fuck no white boy. You ain't got what it takes to roll wit us." Lynch snorted before turning to resume working out.

In a leap of desperation Kian swallowed his pride, "I got money. When I get out I'll make sho' you got a good sum waiting for you. You have my word."

Lynch froze, before turning around slowly, "Oh? How much you have in mind?"

Kian set his jaw as he answered, "Name your shit and I got you."

"A milly. Pay it to my baby mama and she'll know what to do wit' it. You do that and you got the full protection of the Crips." Lynch raised his brows expectantly as he held his hand out to be shaken.

Kian couldn't very well say no to that now as he did say he had money. So he shook Lynch's hand, "When I get out, hit me up with her info and she's got it."

"If I find out you break this shit, you're a dead man. You get that?" The way Lynch could say it with a smile brought chills to Kian's spine but he nodded.

"Of course."

"A'ight. You gotta eat wit' our crew at the mess hall, and we'll get you transferred to our cell block too. Can't have you in Bloods territory, you feel me?" He followed this with a clap on Kian's shoulder.

Kian was joining a gang, something that he'd never thought he would ever do. But this wasn't just any gang, this was the crips. Possibly one of the most well known and violent gangs in America. He's just a white boy busted for a crime he didn't commit. Was he truly ready to get into something like this?

If it regarded his safety in prison, then yeah. He'd do it.

"Sounds like a plan homie," Kian plastered a fake smile on his lips as he shook hands with Lynch.

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Intense? Interesting?

Since this update's so much longer, I decided that I'm going to make this the only update for today that way I can focus more on making tomorrow's two updates as good as they can be. Quality over quantity.

Give me your thoughts!

~Jake