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innocence, convincing the jury the best way he could, that Cam had been indeed framed. But his case still wasn't enough to explain the accuser’s bruises, in which she claimed had been inflicted by Cameron. According to her, he had drugged her, persisted to have sex with her, then beat her repeatedly when she resisted him. And just his luck, the toxicology tests revealed traces of ecstasy pills in her system, backing up her claim. Even in the surveillance footage of her walking out of the hotel room that night, she had worn shades to conceal her face. Which only disapproved any opportunity for the defense to refute the claims. In the end, the jury had found him guilty of 1st degree rape, landing him in Clinton Penitentiary prison.
    All these years in the business, he had worked so hard to avoid situations like these. Never had he forced a woman to do anything she didn't want to do. He had always been cautious. Smart with his moves.
    And now here he was.
    Locked up.
    Losing his fucking mind.
    Since the conviction, his boxing license had been revoked. He lost millions. His endorsement deals had been stripped away, and he had spent chunks of his money on lawyer fees alone. His name tarnished. His brand irreparable. Most of his supporters abandoned him. The people he once trusted. Gone.
    It broke him. It truly did.
    "Six-hundred and three...six hundred and four...six hundred and five..." Cam forced with a heavy breath. His hands pressed against the cold pavement, he rose then descended with each count, pushing the weight of his muscular frame with all the strength he had. Beads of sweat dripped from his dark toned skin, as veins bulged across his brawny arms. He glared at the gleam of sunlight through the small barred window, the only once of light within his darkened cell.
    Cam did his last push-up and stood with heavy breaths, his muscles aching from the strenuous work out. He plopped himself on the hardened cot, running his fingers through his coiled fro. Over the course of 3 months, his low cut fade had long grown into a thick afro, his now scruffy beard a full contrast from the trimmed facial hair he once sported.
    "Lewis."
    His sharp gaze bounced to the steel door, only to meet the blue eyes through the thick glass window.
    "You have a visitor."
    He didn't even have to ask. He knew exactly who it was. One of the few left in his corner.
    He trudged to the door. He slid his wrists through the small opening, and allowed the correctional officer to latch his wrists with the steel cuffs.
    Escorted by the officer, he entered the visitation room. A small area in which inmates and their visitors were seated around tables, conversing amongst themselves. When he found, non-other than Slick seated around the table, his mood lightened a bit. Just like he expected. Out of everyone, he was the only one who visited him often. And he appreciated him. He truly did.
    When he arrived at the table, the C.O. released his wrists, and sat across from Slick whose lips lifted into a cool smirk.
    "How you holdin' up?”
    He scoffed. "Whatchu think?"
    "Well, I got some good news."
    "What is it?"
    "You gettin' out of here."
    He blinked, unsure if he heard him correctly. "What?"
    "You heard me. You getting out of here."
    "Whatchu mean?"
    "Let's just say...I had a few people take care of some things. Now the bitch is recanting her story and claiming that she was lying the whole time."
    His brows rose. "Are you serious?"
    "Yeah. And I got the lawyers already on it." Slick nodded with vehemence. "Now, all we gotta do is petition this whole thing, and get the court to set up a new trial. But best believe, you gettin' out before you know it."

Chapter 5      
     
    "Yo, ya'll give it up again one time for the boy, C. Lewis! We’re glad to have him back, ain't been the same without the champ!" The DJ announced from the booth, erupting cheers from the crowd.
    Cam lifted up his bottle of Champagne with a nod, as everyone continued to cheer. It was the