A Different Set of Rules (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 9 - Getting Down to Business

Because I see there was a negative response on the previous chapter Im returning to my original writing style. In the future I may rewrite the last chapter, if asked. Enjoy this Chapter

Micheal

"You ain't doin nothin" Marshall complained as we sat around the table. Payton was away with Demi, leaving the four men to converse in peace.

"We got two weeks Mikey, we gotta step it up. My account runnin low" Germane voice, his eyes locked on me.

"Y'all gotta chill. I got this." I drawled, looking at them all

"You stay sayin you got this, you ain't got nothin yet." Germane continued, feeling uncharacteristically bold.

"How about you shut the fuck up and lemme handle my business?" I growled in his direction, narrowing my eyes.

"So now its your business? Here I go thinknin we was husslin together, all of us. But nha its all you." Marshall spoke, facing me with a scowl, for which I had no response to. "Get it goin or we gonna have to. One way or another the kid gonna help before Al get out." he said definitely and returned to shoveling down his dinner.

"Hey boys." A voice broke through the silence. The man sat in an empty seat. It was Al's friend, who's name I couldn't recall.

"What good fam?" Germane greeted, extending a hand for a hand shake.

"I got a deal to make. Get us the kid and his friend and we gonna hook y'all up with some..." his words stopped as he make a smoking gesture with his thumb and pointer figure.

We looked at one another, Marshal shook his head. "Nha the second kid ain't ours."

"Hold up, we got you." I spoke above him, earning a glare

"You ain't even got Payton, how you gonna get Demi?" he hissed in a low voice when the man had risen with a triumphant grin.

"That's your job man, think of somethin." I looked down at him food but could feel him glaring at me

"You shoulda left him outta this. It ain't right." Marshal continued.

"Since when is you a said? Look where you at." I pointed out.

"And who's fault is that?" * He stood and walked away. Neither of the other men spoke.

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He looked lost in a daze, as he sat at the desk, picking at his meal. Seeing as he'd missed the evening meal, they'd permitted him to eat in the cell.

"You alright Payton?" I finally spoke up after what seemed as a good half hour of us sitting in silence.

"That's a first." He said with a humorless chuckle, though didn't look up at me

"What?"

"You've never said my name before. I'm flattered." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Listen kid----"

"No you listen-----"

Before I could think my hand slammed against the wall by his head. There was a silence, Payton not saying anything as I clutched my soon to be swollen hand. "You stay havin somethin to say, so you know what, I ain't havin it no more." He continued to stare at me with such wide eyes, but his mouth stayed shut. Good. "You owe me."

"Owe you what?"

"That snack, I want it back."

"I don't have commissary** and you know that."

"That ain't my problem. You gonna get me back my food."

"How?" he was glaring at me at this point.

"See, I got you." I sat down beside him "Listen kid, I like you. If you tryin to work for your money you gonna get me what I need and get yourself what you need."

"What do I have to do?" he seemed almost eager. In the weeks he'd been there he'd had nothing of his own, I suppose he was willing to change that.

"Just do what I say and you gonna be good."

He nodded at me, offering a small smile. I returned the smile, realizing that the men were right. The kid was cute. I wasn't gay, but damn the kid looked good. I supposed he noticed me staring because he leaned close until we were only centimeters apart.

"Tell me what to do." he whispered, his hand on my shoulder. Our eyes met and neither one of us broke away.

Andre

I sat across from Alexander, coffee in my hand. "So you think you got it?" he asked me

" Yeah, but its gonna need time." I took a sip, savoring the taste.

I had been working in general population for three years now and it was a luxury to sample life outside my work.

"So extortion, drug trafficking, and what else?" he continued

"That's all I got right now. Watch your guards man, cuz I know the rookies in on it. He let mad shit go. These guys just walk over him like its nothing."

He jotted that down, nodding. "Who are they extorting?"

"No one yet, but when I catch them I'll tell you. I only got three more months so this came just in time."

"You're just leaving after?"

I nodded, smiling sadly. It was odd but I almost didn't want to leave. "This place is hell." I lied.

He chuckled, allowing us to sit in silence and watch tv. It was perhaps three in the morning, the prisoners fast asleep. Germane, the heavy sleeper he was did not hear me exit the cell. I pushed him out of my head and focused on the show playing on the screen. It was a football game, recorded earlier in the day. The teams were the Giants a team in orange, whom I had no care to identify.

"Do you every regret this?" he broke the silence.

"Never" I said definitely.

*Earlier I mentioned that Marshal had taken the fall for Micheal, allowing them each to receive shortened sentences rather than Micheal receive the equivalent to a life sentence.

**Commissary is what allows inmates to buy shoes, soaps, and snacks. Money can be put on the account of each inmate

Thank you for reading. The photo to the side is of Andre. Yes he is not an inmate, but an agent placed into the jail to investigate illegal activity. I suspect about 15 or so more chapters hopefully. I will me updating the first week every month, a schedule I am adamant to follow. The day will most likely be on a Friday or Sunday. I saw where so many of my readers are from, thank you all so much! PLEASE comment, tell me what you think.

~Chioma