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on a tight pair of white jeans with a fitted shirt. Just seeing her standing in the doorway made his dick hard. He wanted to jump on her right there at that moment, but he held his composure.

      “So you say,” Mrs. B said, smiling as she walked away.

      DeMarco slipped his feet into his sneakers, grabbed his toothbrush, and headed out of the room. Walking into the bathroom, he saw Lil’ Nicky talking to Mrs. B and thought to himself, I knew that nigga was soft! All he could do was shake his head. He wasn’t mad at Lil’ Nicky, just a little let down. After handling his business, DeMarco returned to his room and found Lil’ Nicky sitting on his bed.

      “What’s poppin, Lil’ Nicky?”

      “Shit. You? Today I ain’t gonna work out; you feel me?”

      “Yeah, I was gonna take today off anyway to rest,” DeMarco said, placing his things in his locker before leaving the room again.

      Sitting in the dayroom playing cards with a few dudes who looked up to him, DeMarco heard Reek over in the TV room with his crew. He could tell that none of Reek’s crew was tough unless they were in a group. As he continued playing cards he noticed Lil’ Nicky approach the dayroom doorway and stop, then look around a few times and head toward the TV room. Seeing this, DeMarco put his cards down and got up from the table, moving slowly toward the TV room. Not knowing if Lil’ Nicky was going to do something, DeMarco didn’t want him to feel that he was by himself and Reek had a crew of dudes with him. When he made it to the TV room doorway, DeMarco watched Lil’ Nicky walk slowly to the front of the room where Reek was sitting.

      “I’m told you been talkin shit about me, bitch,” DeMarco heard Lil’ Nicky say before he started raining blows on Reek.

      Everybody was so shocked that it took his boys a moment to realize what was going on. By this time DeMarco slid closer to Reek’s man who was nearest to Lil’ Nicky. As soon as the guy stood up to move on Lil’ Nicky, DeMarco leveled him, causing all kinds of ruckus as the TV room erupted into an all-out fight. DeMarco, Lil’ Nicky, and the “Quiet Boys”—as they called themselves—were pitted against the city crew. When Mrs. B and the other staff members ran up front, they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. It reminded Mrs. B of a royal rumble. There were muthafuckers fighting everywhere. As Lil’ Nicky and DeMarco were kicking someone on the ground, Mrs. B waited, and then pulled the pin on her radio.

      Three minutes later, everyone was lying on the floor.

      “DeMarco, you snake bitch, you supposed to be from the city!” one of the dudes shouted.

      “Nigga, I’m my own man!” DeMarco said, laughing. “Plus, I’m from southside Jamaica, Queens. Remember that!”

      After what seemed like two hours lying on the floor, Mrs. B came back with five staff members and started pointing at people. DeMarco knew they were in deep shit, but at that moment, he didn’t even care. Lil’ Nicky was his boy and he vowed to have his back.

      The staff was yelling for everyone to get up from the floor; there was a lot of commotion. Obscenities were being flung and threats were being made. DeMarco noticed Lil’ Nicky staring at him while the guards were escorting people out of the TV room.

      “That was some real shit, DeMarco. I’ll never forget that,” Lil’ Nicky said. From the look on his face, DeMarco could tell that he meant it from the heart.

      “Ain’t shit, Nick. I told you before I’d always have your back,” DeMarco replied as he headed out and found Mrs. B sitting at her desk.

      “You wanna tell me what the fuck that was all about?” she said, tapping her foot.

      “They tried to play my boy, and when he didn’t back down, they tried to jump him,” DeMarco said, looking Mrs. B directly in the eyes. “I wasn’t just gonna stand there and let that happen. Loyalty is one of the most important things to me in life and I’m loyal to those who are loyal to me. Point blank.”

      “You and that fuckin Costolow. We’ll see how fuckin loyal y’all are to each other when his ass is on the line. Just go to your room!” Mrs. B snapped. “Send Costolow back here.”

      DeMarco was pissed about the way she was talking to him, but instead of making another scene he just went into his room. He lay back on his bed and closed his eyes, thinking about the streets that he missed so much.

      CHAPTER TWO

      For the next couple days, Mrs. B was running down hard on Lil’ Nicky and DeMarco. Obviously punishment for the melee; they were practically slaves. Every time there was something that needed to be cleaned, she used both of them and DeMarco always got the brunt of the work.

      “Ayo, Lil’ Nicky, I’m tellin you, I’m about to ask Mrs. B wassup wit her,” DeMarco said one night as he and Lil’ Nicky chilled in their room. “Yo, she been on us hard these last couple days.”

      “Who you tellin? It’s like every time she’s here, she doesn’t know any other name but ours,” Lil’ Nicky replied. “She be on your back the most though. I don’t know what the fuck you said to her, but you definitely pissed her off.”

      Just then a guard yelled, “Okay, lights out!”

      “Damn, it’s 11 already?” DeMarco said, looking at his watch. “I’m tellin you, if she comes to work tomorrow, I’m gonna tell her about herself.”

      DeMarco lay there silent. In his head he was working on his lines as if he was an actor preparing for a role. He knew he had to step to her correctly or he’d end up cleaning more shit. Wanting to be sure everybody was asleep, he planned to wait until around 2:30 before even thinking about pressing Mrs. B. He knew she was feeling him; that was a given. What he didn’t understand was why she was on him so hard. The time passed quickly and soon it was going on 1:30. To his surprise, Mrs. B seemed to have the same idea.

      “I want to talk to you,” she said, shining her flashlight on him, then she turned and walked away, leaving the door open.

      DeMarco slipped on a pair of sneakers and walked out of the room, not even thinking to put on a shirt. While coming down the hall he saw that Mrs. B wasn’t sitting at her desk. Turning the corner and heading up front, he noticed that the back door to the staff office was open. He went over and peeked his head in.

      “Mrs. B,” he called in.

      “Come in,” she said.

      He walked into the office to find Mrs. B leaning against the table by the refrigerator.

      “Wassup, Mrs. B?”

      She walked over to where DeMarco was standing and closed the door.

      “You know what I had to go through to keep you here, after the little stunt you and your boy pulled?” Mrs. B stared at him. “I’m so angry with your little ass, I just wanna punch you myself!”

      “My fault, Mrs. B. I was just looking out for my boy,” DeMarco said, leaning up against the wall. “I wasn’t tryna cause you no trouble. And you keep callin me little but I keep tellin you ain’t nothin little about me.”

      “We’ll see about that,” Mrs. B said as she cased the room.

      Standing in front of him now, she stuck her hand down his shorts, grabbed his dick, and started rubbing it. Shocked at first, he just stood there. Then, coming out of his daze, he pulled Mrs. B into him and grabbed her ass.

      “So far so good,” she said as she pulled his dick out. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around his dick, almost causing him to moan out loud as she slid him all the way down her throat.

      “Damn,” he said, glancing down. He had to admit: the way she was looking at him while sucking his dick was driving him crazy. Getting up, Mrs. B took a few steps back and started stepping out of her clothes while keeping her eyes fixed on him.

      “You sure you can handle this?” she asked. “This ain’t that little-girl

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