Red Nation

Chapter 8

Red Nation: Chapter 8

~Arlie P.O.V.~
~A Few Days Later~

"You have the right to remain silent." The officer said as he pinned me up against his truck.

I'm keeping completely silent.

All I know is; this is nothing but complete bullshit.

"We have a warrant for your arrest under the charge of hijacking a car off a suburban sub division last night." Are you fucking kidding me? My ass was at Varo's last night. How the fuck am I being pinned for something I didn't do? I have a Lamborghini; why the fuck would I want to hijack some car?

I just kept silent as I was put into the back of the car. I wasn't going to argue and I wasn't going to be defiant. I'm just gonna push my temper to the side and just do what he says.

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"797TJC09 huh? It's been a while since I've pulled out your file." The sheriff at the front desk said as he brushed the dust off my file. "Hijack? We'll have to look into this case, your new code is 797TJC32." He stamped the bar code on my hand and sent me off to be searched.

"Strip and hands up against the wall." Now I ain't got no shame in my game when it comes to stripping down but when I'm legit forced to and then be searched, that only added more to my temper. "Alright, here's your clothes. You'll be kept in a temporary cell till your case gets brought before a judge tomorrow morning." He slipped the cuffs on my wrists and I followed him.

The halls echoed with other jail mates yelling and banging on the cell doors as I walked by. The fact that they think they're hard asses just makes me laugh. I bet 99% of these jail mates haven't been through any kind of shit to make them seem hard. I'm not boasting that I'm a hard ass, but my temper proves otherwise.

"You'll be in here with Marquis. Behave yourself." He said as he took the cuffs off of me. Marquis was nothing but a youngin', about 18 or 19 and he was muggin' hard.

"Quit that shit. I ain't gon' have it while I'm in this damn cell." I said as I settled on the bed opposite of his.

"Who the fuck you think you are-"

"I ain't playing. I don't have patience for any kid bullshit. While I'm in this cell, you fuckin' obey what the hell I have to say. Just 'cause we're in a prison doesn't mean I won't fuck you up. So pipe the fuck down and stay in your cot." The entire block went dead silent. Marquis didn't say another word, he turned his back to me and that was by far the smartest decision.

Looks wise, I could see how I would be intimidating. I'm all tatted up and I already knew I had the look like as if I was ready to kill in my eyes. That's because I was.

After a few minutes we were all called out to the yard.

First thing I caught onto; there were gangs and they made it clear. If I at least had Lexis here with me, no one would mess with us but since it's just me, I get a feeling I'm gonna end up in some kind of fight over something completely useless.

I sat in a chair and leaned myself back. I simply watched. I wanted to distinguish which gangs were which and who they had problems with.

"You know who that is?" I over heard someone say.

"Nah, you?" I turned my head to get a better look for any other gangs. "He's with IRG." The one said. "Look behind his ear." I smirked to myself a little bit at his realization.

"Which member?"

"Arlie." I looked over and saw Rico.

"The fuck you want Rico?" I said as I mugged him hard. "I heard you got 35 to life." He came walking up to me. Jail time sure aged him by a few years.