CHAPTER NINE“Yo’ boy that chu sent at Ludlow, he ain’t ever gone walk again. Matter of fact, the only thing that’ll ever move on him again is his mouth and eyelids,” Mack informed Chino as he looked out from his tier, with his back to the doorway of his cell. At the time Chino was writing a letter to his daughter back home. As soon as he heard the news he dropped his rubber pencil and looked to Mack, only seeing his back.
“What the f**k happened? That fucker was practicially gift wrapped for Pokey.” His forehead crinkled with lines and he squared his jaws.
“Ludlow was ready for ‘em,” Mack told him. “He was all over yo’ boy, to tell you the truth, I’m surprised he didn’t kill ‘em.”
“Fuuuuck,” Chino said in a hushed tone. He was on his feet now and pacing the floor, hands on his hips. Sto
