D'Kass Black Presents Jail's Bait: Lockdown (Book 1)

Joop

I waited until Mar was sleepin from da headache pills, then I crept outta da bed an left da room. Mar lookd so innocent an shyt sleepin there, I smiled. I loved dat nicca so much, which was why I felt guilty as hell dat I was still messin wit his pops. That was gonna end- an now.

I closed da do real quiet an then went down the hall to Officer Dan’s room. I hadda make sure that Pa dukes knew we couldn’t get down no mo, dat how we chilld downstairs was over an dune wit. I crept along the hallway and reached his room, and knokkd.

It opend up an he stood there, dark blue bathrobe and slippers, givin me a look dat made me think he knew I was gonna show up sooner or later.

“Come in,” he said.

I went past him into da room and he shut da do behind us. For a minnit I got nervous cause I ain't know if he wanted to do sumthin or not, an for a sec I aint know if I aint wanna do sum my dayum self. My nutts stirrd but I got a hold of it. “Mar took sumthin for a headache an he sleepin,” I said as I sat down on da bed. “We gotta talk.”

“I was thinking that myself,” Officer Dan said. He sat down next to me on da bed. My dick fought to get up but I wasn’t lettin myself get horny and shyt no mo for him.

I took a deep breaf. “Yo Officer Dan, we can't do what happened downstairs no mo. I’m really feelin how it is wit you an shyt, but the same thing dat got me goin bout you is the same reason why yo son got my heart. I think it gotta be a father-son thang,” I laffd nervous like.

He nodded an I went on. “I’m gonna always respect u an shyt, an never forget that good thang we had, but u just my parole officer now, an my nicca’s pops. Nuthin mo, iight..?”  I held out my hand to him, hopin he’d just shake it an let it be dat.

He hesitated, then he took my hand. “I knew you had real feelings for my son,” he said, still holdin on. “I just didn’t understand how deep they were until just now… he’s incredibly special to have that kind of love in his life; and I’m very glad that you were the one who got his heart, and he was the one to get yours, if not me…” and he had tears in his eyes.

I swallowed, not wantin him to get all mushy an shyt. “I’ll respect you and him from now on,” he said. “At least, I think there’s someone else trying to get me to think less about you anyway…”

“What you mean?” I askd. My mouf droppd open when he tol me bout him an Warden Hill. “Awww dayum,” I said, jumpin up, “aint this da same nicca who tried ta blackmail u bout me. Yo, on da real I got connects still up dere, lemme make a call an I would have da whole prison tryin to mope dat nicca out…”

“No, Malik, it’s okay,” he said, tryin to calm me down, pullin me back to sittin on da bed. “He and I worked it out, see he didn’t want to blackmail me, he thought it was his only way to get my attention away from you.”

I let dat news sink in a minnit, an I stoppd seein red. “So… you feelin him like dat now?” I askd, unclenchin my fists, calmin down.

“I… think I am,” Officer Dan said, smiling at me. “He went through a lot of trouble, clearly, and the sex is …excellent.”

“Well, just don’t be lettin dat nicca fuk you all da time an shyt, u get sum of dat ass too, make dat nicca hurt so you know he aint punkin u out, cause if he do he gotta answer ta me an shyt,” I warned him.

“Umm, thanks for the advice,” he laffd at me.

“I’m sayin, you my nicca pops an my …friend too,” I said. “I ain't lettin none of my boys get punkd out.”

Officer Dan smiled wide. “You have the most incredible heart, and I’ll say it again, my son is so lucky to have you.”

I shook my head. “I’m da lucky one,” I said.

My parole officer lookd at me then. “By the way, since you and Lamar are more or less together, and I am already in sort of a mentor-type role in your life right now anyway, you could …call me ‘Dad’ too… if you want.”

I was floord by him sayin dat. A lump rose in my throat. “Yo, u was already kinda startin to feel like my Dad,” I said. “You know I aint got one werf mentionin.”

“Well you do now,” he said, smilin at me, this time da tear in his eye spillin out. He reached over an huggd me tite, makin tears of my own show up. It didn’t feel like it did befo when I touchd him an shyt, it was …different. I aint have no sex feelins for him as we sat there huggin each other, it was like he was holdin me as a Dad… It felt good to hold him like I had always wanted to hug a father…

…and dat’s when the door bust open an we jumpd.

Mar was standin there in only his boxers, this look of cold death on his face. “What da fuk is up in hurr,” he askd, his voice was low an quiet, an he had one hand behind his back, like he was holdin sumthin…

“Lamar, what are you doing-” Officer Dan wuz sayin, but Mar stoppd him in da middle.

“-Yo I been havin’ a vibe about BOTH of yall since yesterday, an now I find u both half naked half on a bed an all huggd up on each other an shyt..?”  He looked at me, I could see dat he was getting real heated by da second…  “Yeah nicca, I wasn’t sleep, I faked dat shyt to see whut u wuz gonna do, an jus like a NIGGA steppin in SHIT, you trackd it back home…” Mar started to shake. “Fess up, Joop- what wuz u doin wit my fukkin FATHER?!?!?”  He pulld his hand from behind him, pointin my own .38 at me, cocked back. I had left it wit him when I got sent up, I aint get a chance to get it back from him yet. I started ta shake too then, I wuz da one who taught him how ta shoot…

“LAMAR!!!” Officer Dan said, gettin to his feet. “When did you get a gun??”

“It’s Joop’s gun, Dad,” he said, still lookin at me, the barrel fixed on my face. “Well Joop, ANSWER ME NICCA- what da FUCK iz you doin wit my got-damn father????”

I could see hurt an anger all over his face an shyt. I was too stunnd to answer him. I knew one wrong word from me, an he wuz pullin dat trigger, I seen dat look on many a nicca face out in da street.

“LAMAR!!!” Officer Dan roard at his son. “Will you put the damn gun down and talk to us, we’ll answer your questions…”

“Dad, SHUT DA FUCK UP!!!” Mar screamd out, the gun swingin down. “You been fukkin wit my nicca- I bet yall was doin sum when you was goin to see him lockd down rite…. TELL DA TRUFF DAD!!!!”  He pointed da gun at his own pops, an his voice was shakin more- I aint never seen Mar so pissd off. Tears an shyt were comin outta his eyes, I knew he was too angry to hear anythin we was sayin.

I hadda try sumthin, tho. “Mar,” I said, tryin to calm him down.

He lookd back an shouted at me. “Joop, I loved you, nicca, I left bitchez alone for you, I aint fuk wit NOBODY ELSE when u was on lock down. I belived u when u tol me u aint get down wit no one there yo, and all da time u an my FATHER…” He pointed da .38 back at my face then, his hand still shakin. “So was yall lyin when u said ‘yall aint know each other’ then?”

“Lamar, we weren’t lying,” Officer Dan said quick, his arms outstretched. “I wouldn’t have ever done anything with anyone you were involved with. PERIOD.”  He took a breaf an then he said it. “Mar, da truff is… we slept together while Malik was still locked up.”

Mar looked at us both, and it was real quiet for a sec. Then as quick as light Mar threw da .38 at me as hard as he could. It hit my forehead HARD befo I could duck. Pain shot thru my eyes an and I saw starz an shyt, and da second da .38 hit me da trigger released an the gun went off with a loud crack, then a lamp in da corner busted, glass flyin eerywhere as da bullet shout outta da window. I fell back over sumthin behind me and I landed on da floor, dizzy and groanin.

On instinct Officer Dan ducked to da floor, cryin for us both to look out. Da pain from dat gun smackin me was REAL for a minnit, and I couldn’t see at first from da hurt. Then I opened my eyes slowly, still madd hurt up, and felt my fohead. There was this large egg shaped lump dat felt wet, which meant da gun broke da skin. Shyt.

I lookd up then an saw Mar. He was just standin there stunned from what just happend. He lookd over at me an then he just dropped to the floor, cryin his eyes out an shyt. “WHY, Joop,” he cried, holdin himself sobbin, “why…”

Officer Dan slowly got to his feet, movin over to reach for da gun. He got it an put it on da shelf, then came over to me. “Malik, are you all right?” he stooped next to me.

“I’ll live, I wasn’t shot,” I moaned.

“You have a concussion, so don't move. I’ll get you to the ER.”  He turnd to Mar an went over to him. He crouched down beside where Mar scrunched by da door, holdin himself an shakin quietly, fat tears slidin down his face. “Lamar, listen to me,” he said.

Mar turned his face away from him. I took da time to try to get up, and got real dizzy and the sudden urge to throw up. While this was goin on Officer Dan was still tryin to reach Mar. “Son, I know you’re upset. Please, we have to get Malik to the hospital, you gave him a real serious concussion.”

Mar looked up at his pops and gave him da mean mugg. “You and my nicca gave ME a serious rip in my heart,” he shot back. “What da fuk do I curr what happenz to neither one of yall…” he started sobbin into his chest.

“Lamar, will you listen. We didn’t recognize each other then, we didn’t know that we had you as a connection. I didn’t know his name, remember. And by the time you mentioned to me that your boy Joop was getting out, we had already been doing… what we were doing.”

Mar looked up to face his pops, his face all wet an shyt, snot drippin out his nose too. “So did my boy FUCK you,” he said real harsh an shyt.

Officer Dan lookd right back at him, man to man. “Yeah he did. He fucked me once. And I sucked his dick a few times. And it was good, real good.”

Mar made a disgusted sound and lowered his head again.

“I knew he was trying to find the words to tell me something. He kept trying to tell me about you but I wouldn’t let him. I didn’t want to know that he had another man in the picture. I didn’t want him to not want me. I knew he was doing everything he could to get himself out of jail, and sexing his parole officer would, in Malik’s mindset, give me more… incentive to make moves for him. If you want to blame anyone, blame me. I took advantage of his desperation to get out on parole earlier, and to hell with anything else.”

“Naw, I got sum of dat blame,” I moaned. “I cheatd on you, Mar, an I lyed about it to you on top of dat. Dats why I trippd up on it in da end- I kept lyin to you bout me an yo pops, an I kept tryin to keep you from knowin it. You could shoot me nicca, I don’t even care. I deserve it,” I said, tears in my eyes, but I think they wuz there mo for da concussion... I think.

Officer Dan put his hand on Mar’s shoulder. “Lamar, I love you, and for a minute, I thought that I had feelings for Malik. Seeing you two together, I couldn’t help but realize that I couldn’t get in between you and him. So I said goodbye to him.”

“Downstairs in the kitchen, you mean. You left nutt all over his legs, and dumb-ass over there didn’t clean up good enuff,” he cut towards me.

“Look son, here, your nose is running all over the place,” Officer Dan said, givin him sum tissue. Mar hesitated, then he took it, blowin his nose and wiping his eyes.

“Yo, I aint so sure I wasn’t forgettin to clean up, yo,” I said. “Maybe a part of me wanted you to know. I let him give me da brain downstairs, I tol him we couldn’t do it no more tho. I felt funny after it, and it was cause of the fact dat yo pops was feelin mo and mo like a father to me an less like a parole officer dat I was diggin out to get a good deal on my release.

“I huggd him jus now cause I hadda tell him dat he was like a Dad to me now, an I couldn’t see him in no other way. I mean, parole officer, lawyer, an friend… He lookd out for me yo, in ways I aint never know befo yo, like a father… my own fukkd up father wasn’t never there.  I don’t even know dat nicca name, I refuse to let my moms tell me anythin bout him.”

“Nicca, I'm yo best friend, I know all dat,” Mar said, da cryin all stoppd. He lookd at Officer Dan. “I could let this just pass an shyt, but I'm sayin, I need yall to give me sum time to digest this shyt.  I mean it aint erryday dat yo pops admits to gettin dugg out by yo nicca an shyt. And since when you started gettin down wit niggas?” Mar added, lookin at his pops, curious.

“It’s a lonnnng story,” Officer Dan answerd, “but can it wait. I should get the car started, while I do that you get Malik off the floor. That is, if you don’t still hate him,” he added, gettin to his feet.

Mar turnd my way. I was still curled up on da floor, holdin my head. “…You iight, nicca..?” he quietly askd, mo calm then he had been.

Inside I relaxd, I knew him well enuff dat him showin me concern showed me dat he was bout to let it go. I opend my mouf to answer an suddenly I got real dizzy an threw up.

Officer Dan an Mar both rushd over to me.  Mar was lookin scurred as he put his arms around my shoulders, tryin to hold me up. “Don’t let him go to sleep,” I heard Officer Dan say as I passd out.