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King Lewis In Chicago Prison - the useless son of a Baker Chapter 32
Inside Nash's cell, he mounted his bed and scooched closer to the wall. His hands were shaking since he collected the paper from the pretty officer.Not cold or the weather, he was really anxious about...nothing.He threw a glance at Abuelo, he was reading a book on his bed.Then he inhaled and opened the paper. What? His face squeezed together as he read the note.What the fuck is he asking him to do? Impossible, fuck.Yes, in the past he took on this job only because he wanted to support his sister in Worcester but now that his sister went missing a long time ago, this job makes his skin crawl.Fuck! He squeezed the paper and leaned his head on the wall, this would be hard to do.“Fucking mama,” he muttered to himself.Why would he even tell him to do this?“Uh, did you talk to me?” Abuelo sniffled his mucus filled nostrils.His voice was heavily clouded with catarrh.Nash gritted his teeth as he looked at the old man.“No bitch! Why would I want to talk to a limpy man? Tsk.”Abue
King Lewis In Chicago Prison - the useless son of a Baker Chapter 33
Inside the surveillance room, warden Lee took his seat in front of the monitors while Nash stood motionless beside him.“What did you say you could do for me again?” Warden Lee asked the inmate that approached him out of nowhere.“I could make you happy,” Nash answered.Warden Lee smirked, “What do you know is happy?” he asked.“I-” he was cut off.“First, how can you make me happy?”Nash was sweating on his hands, “I will, I will give you a blow job.”Warden Lee was left speechless, however he couldn't show any emotions as he was wondering what gave this jughead the nerve to approach him at first.“Okay, I see you. For what?”Nash shook his head, “Nothing. I just admire you from afar,” this time he was able to look the warden into his eyes just to add spice to his lies.And really warden Lee couldn't wait to see what this small rat has in store.“Alright, get on your knees and move closer,” warden Lee commanded.Nash breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't really hard to convince the wa
King Lewis In Chicago Prison - the useless son of a Baker Chapter 1
In one of the most peaceful and serene coffee shops in Chicago, a man named Lewis was wiping the junks on his table. A black apron hung loosely on his waist, his flannel shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his face carried the smiles of joy as this was winter season and because of the icy air, many customers will drop by today to grab a hot coffee.He whistled his favorite song as he cleaned the table with a fresh tablecloth. Lewis has no employees in his cafe, as of the reason that he could manage the shop alone. It was a small classical cafe with about six tables, some artistic paintings hung on the gypsum board. He placed them there to attract customers, so they won't get bored when drinking in his cafe, instead there is something to entertain their wandering eyes.The open sign was faced outside so he was officially opened. Sirens blared across the alley, and halted in front of Lewis's cafe. Lewis peered up seeing the white police car.“Oh! It's the bacon!” he said with a
King Lewis In Chicago Prison - the useless son of a Baker Chapter 2
~Unit 05, Chicago prison~Lewis was given his prison uniform and the sweet aroma of chicken masala was irresistible. He was taken to his unit, dressed in orange short sleeve and pants as the other prisoners. A bold No ‘167’ was taped at the back of his sleeve. Warden Lee came forward and unlocked his cuffs before pushing him forward into his unit. Inmates were peering through their rooms, the upper part of the doors was made of guard rails and the down part was totally covered with steel barrier. So, they screamed at Lewis from the railings.“Go, go mummy!” some shouted in mockery.Each room was fighting themselves to get a view of the new inmate.“Fathead! Let me guesh, he shitty his father!” an inmate with a British accent said and others bursted into laughter, enjoying humiliating their new prison mate.“Nah, dick! His father is dead, A fucking Baker!” another shouted.And as the noise came, it was quick to crawl away at the mention of ‘Baker’Inmates didn't dare to utter a word a
King Lewis In Chicago Prison - the useless son of a Baker Chapter 3
~Courtyard, Chicago prison~Early in the morning at about 6am, before sunrise, inmates formed straight lines of ten rows and seven Columns, as they stretched their bodies in exercise. Policemen who were in charge of morning roadworks, whipped the stubborn inmates that slowed their pace and the sleepy heads. In the sixth row, Lewis was following exactly their commander’s steps, back in his normal life, morning exercise was his hobby as this one was not hard for him as it was for others. “Punish anyone who stops for whatever reason, no fucking excuse mates!” the commander screamed from the front.The policemen showed off their whips as they were thirsty to use it on inmates.Behind Lewis was one of Chun Li's followers. The commander switched to jump squats and the inmates followed suit. Chun Li who was beside his follower nodded at him, and the follower picked up a piece of broken glass lying on the ground. The follower placed the sharp glass on Lewis's foot print, their schemes went
King Lewis In Chicago Prison - the useless son of a Baker Chapter 4
~Montreal district B, Chicago~The wide door leading to the largest office opened, and a man in a navy blue suit walked in. His finely trimmed brown beard runs from his jaw connecting to his mustache. He checked the time on his black wrist watch before clearing his throat, attracting the attention of the man standing in front of the window.“Romani traders have ended the deal, they said their part of the contract was violated, this morning they left with the gemstones and cartridges,” after tons of rehearsals he finally delivered the message, but he held his breath until his boss spoke.“For what reason, Hyde?” the man standing in front of the window asked with a deep and husky tone.He looked out into the freshness of the vast city and the warmth of the sunlight gracing it, while he smoked and drank his beer.Hyde, his assistant and right-hand man vibrated in extreme fear. “One of the goods got a disease and infected all commodities,” Hyde's palms had turned sweaty, afraid of his bo
King Lewis In Chicago Prison - the useless son of a Baker Chapter 5
~Cafeteria, Chicago prison~The morning temperature was low, freezing and the sun was nowhere to be seen. As it was winter season, the cold air stung the skin of inmates who had no sweaters on, but the smell of cocoa made the air feel fresh and bearable.However, it was only for a few minutes before they would return to scrubbing the gutters in the frosty water.The sweet smell of hot cocoa wafted in the air as inmates were served a cup for each at the big size counter. Behind the counter were cafeteria servers who helped in pouring the cocoa to disposable cups, they wore hand gloves and nose masks along with their light blue vest and pants.In one of the pairs and rows table arrangements, Lewis was having his drink as he squeezed himself together, chasing for warmth. He was one of the many who couldn't afford a sweater. The sweaters they sold in the commissary were quite expensive for prisoners, so it was only the well-known OG's that were able to afford one for themselves.Lewis ble
King Lewis In Chicago Prison - the useless son of a Baker Chapter 6
~Unit 5, cellblock~The first floor of the cell blocks was left to the OG's. The respected and notorious inmates took over the first floor while the inmates with no rank, the peasants were left to crowd below.In the most luxurious room Chun Li's name was taped in front of the door. Chun Li sat on his mighty chair reading the newspaper while his follower dyed his hair red. The room has a big sized mattress, a wooden desk and chair, also the floor was tiled unlike the other inmates that had to lay on the unpolished concrete cold floor.It also has a private toilet and bathroom.The room was not really luxurious, but for a place like Chicago Prison, you can say it is a rich and comfortable room.Chun Li's jaw flexed as he read the newspaper in his hand. It was not really a newspaper. It's a medium his agent uses for passing or exchanging messages with him. The guards deliver the newspaper to him once in a month and they never bother themselves to scrutinize it because it comes in bundle
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