Todd

Word on the tier was that Dray was gone because he was a snitch. Those fucking rumors kept me up at night. I paced the cell thinking that this bastard Dray had fucking used me and my wife, and he was working with the police. I had ransacked all his shit in the days he was gone. When he finally got escorted back to the cell, I was on his ass like a tick on a fucking dog. I grabbed his bitch ass by the collar.

“What the fuck is going on with you, nigga?” I growled in his face. My eyes were bugged out of the sockets, and I could see my spit landing on his nose. “I heard you a fucking snitch! My wife’s life is on the motherfucking line out there!” I continued, feeling the veins in my arms bulging.

“Yo, nigga! Get the fuck up off me!” Dray yelled, grabbing on to my hands and pushing me off him.

We started tussling. I grabbed his bitch ass in a headlock and started choking the goddamn life out of his punk snitch ass.

“Yo, Todd, man … I am not no snitch! These motherfuckers tried to get me on some ol’ trumped-up shit saying I had hidden weapons in the wall near the shower area. Said they had me on camera,” Dray started explaining, barely able to squeeze the words out as hard as I was holding his fucking neck between my arms. “Man, I wouldn’t be working with no fuckin’ cops!” Dray screamed, letting his body go limp like he was about to pass the fuck out.

I knew how to put a nigga’s lights out, but I also didn’t wanna catch a fucking assault charge and get sent to the hole. I released his ass with a push. I was huffing and puffing. I didn’t know what to think—my head was spinning. I felt like I was going crazy. It was only two more weeks before my court date, and I needed a fucking good attorney. The stress of being locked up, my wife seeing another man, and the whole heist shit had me bugging. Shannon was hardly answering my calls. I hadn’t gotten a visit that week. I didn’t know what the fuck to think.

“Yo, nigga, I told you already. We good. You can trust me,” Dray said.