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the road leading out of the estate.
    â€œOh God!!” I screamed and cried.
    â€œShut up!” the driver barked. “You fucking making me nervous!” He looked to be no older than eighteen years old. He was shaking and could barely drive. He finally got the van to go straight and slowed up a bit so that we wouldn’t bring attention to ourselves. My nose was running, my heart was thumping, and the tears just flowed and flowed. I appeared to be crying for all the dead soldiers I had left at that mansion, but nah, I was crying for other reasons. I had done it. I had carried out the ultimate heist and I was the only one left standing. Or so I thought.

    A searing pain crashed through my skull like I had been hit by lightning, violently jolting me out of my daydream.
    â€œAggh!” I screamed out as I quickly realized what was happening. Another powerful blow caused blue streaks to flash behind my eyelids and I felt the bone in my nose shatter. Blood leaked over my lips and, since I had my mouth open into a silent scream, I could taste the salty, metallic taste of my own blood. I tried to put my hands on my head to protect my skull, but being that my guard had been down while I relived the robbery memories, my reflexes were slow now. I was too late. I was under attack and there was nothing I could do to protect myself now. I was dragged down to the floor where I took a swift blow to my ribs.
    â€œBitch, I heard you thought this hit was a joke? A fake?” a brawly, flat-chested butch hissed in my ear as she wound her gorilla fists up into my hair. I swung my arms and tried in vain to fight back. My hair was my weakness. I guess Todd had told the goon bitches he hired to make sure they grabbed my hair. My attacker hoisted me up by my hair so I could meet her eye to eye. Chaos had broken out in the chow hall and I could hear cheers from some of the other inmates . . . a few of whom I knew was rooting for me to get my ass kicked. My eyes darted around helplessly and I noticed the butch’s crew was holding my crew at bay. I also quickly peeped the COs acting like they ain’t see what the fuck was going down. The Hispanic lesbian gang that ran the weed trade in the jail surrounded me, and everybody knew these bitches were built like men and loved to see blood on their hands.
    â€œNah, mamita , this ain’t fake. This shit right here real. We got paid to take you down and we plan to do that, puta ,” the butch said, her Puerto Rican twang accenting her words as she increased the grasp and pressure on the fistful of my hair she was holding hostage. There was no use in being in denial: I was about to get my ass whipped or worse.
    â€œFuck you!” I growled, hocking a wad of spit into her ugly, scarred-up face. Even with the pain throbbing through my scalp, my nose bleeding like a faucet, and the possibility that these Spanish chicks was about to slash me open like a gutted pig, I couldn’t back down now. Not only did I have a reputation to uphold in the prison, but I was just not going to let Todd win all the way. I figured if this pussy bitch-ass nigga Todd’s hit was going to take me out, I surely wasn’t going out like no sucker. I wanted to make sure he got the word that Shannon Marshall didn’t go out without a fight.
    CRACK! CRUNCH! WHAM! The next thing I knew punches, kicks, and stomps rained down on my body from every direction. I was conscious for a while and enduring the pain, but that didn’t last long. Finally, blackness engulfed me.

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    Todd
    I was still locked up like a fucking animal, but today I felt a little better about it. Not because I was getting out or anything like that. Nah, nothing good, but I was feeling good because I was waiting for word that my bitch wife Shannon was dead. Yeah, that’s right, I was wishing death on that bitch ten times over. She was a snake bitch that didn’t deserve to live.
    I used the last of the bullshit commissary