THE LAST REAL NIGGA ALIVE 2

THE LAST REAL NIGGA ALIVE 2

by TRANAY ADAMS

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781732792241
Publisher: Travien Wedlow
Publication date: 09/13/2018
Series: LAST REAL NIGGA ALIVE , #2
Pages: 208
Sales rank: 325,345
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.44(d)

Table of Contents

Lafayette’s eyes fluttered open. His vision was blurry, but it came back into focus after a while. He gave himself the once over, seeing that he was bound to a chair by heavy silver chains. Although he was restrained, it didn’t stop him from trying to get loose. His struggling caused the chair that he was perched in to slide slightly across the floor. He attempted this for a while and all it did was tire him, leaving him breathing hard. His chest inflated and deflated, as he inhaled and exhaled, looking about. He was inside of the shower room, which was dimly lit. He looked around for someone or something that would lead him to his salvation, but there wasn’t anyone or anything in sight. A moment later, he heard footsteps come from his left. When he looked a correctional officer came to a stop inside of the doorway, standing off to the side. He looked in at the mothafucka bound to the chair and then folded his arms across his chest, leaning up against the doorway. Soon after there was whistling, drawing closer and closer. Then there was the sound of something metal being drug on the cement floor. The noise stopped at the door way. There was the silhouette of a short man carrying something long and curved at its end. He patted the C.O on the arm and stepped inside of the shower room, walking in Lafayette’s direction. The closer he got to the hustler, the more he began to fill out under the dim lighting that the shower room provided. The short man suddenly stopped before Lafayette. His face was partially hidden by the darkness of the room so the hustler peered closer to identify him. When recognition ripped through his brain, he had to blink a few times to be sure of who was standing before him.

“Lil…Lil…Lil…” he stammered.

“Lil Man, alive and in the mothafucking flesh,” The little nigga smiled wickedly and tapped the pipe in his palm.

Lafayette’s eyes fluttered open. His vision was blurry, but it came back into focus after a while. He gave himself the once over, seeing that he was bound to a chair by heavy silver chains. Although he was restrained, it didn’t stop him from trying to get loose. His struggling caused the chair that he was perched in to slide slightly across the floor. He attempted this for a while and all it did was tire him, leaving him breathing hard. His chest inflated and deflated, as he inhaled and exhaled, looking about. He was inside of the shower room, which was dimly lit. He looked around for someone or something that would lead him to his salvation, but there wasn’t anyone or anything in sight. A moment later, he heard footsteps come from his left. When he looked a correctional officer came to a stop inside of the doorway, standing off to the side. He looked in at the mothafucka bound to the chair and then folded his arms across his chest, leaning up against the doorway. Soon after there was whistling, drawing closer and closer. Then there was the sound of something metal being drug on the cement floor. The noise stopped at the door way. There was the silhouette of a short man carrying something long and curved at its end. He patted the C.O on the arm and stepped inside of the shower room, walking in Lafayette’s direction. The closer he got to the hustler, the more he began to fill out under the dim lighting that the shower room provided. The short man suddenly stopped before Lafayette. His face was partially hidden by the darkness of the room so the hustler peered closer to identify him. When recognition ripped through his brain, he had to blink a few times to be sure of who was standing before him.

“Lil…Lil…Lil…” he stammered.

“Lil Man, alive and in the mothafucking flesh,” The little nigga smiled wickedly and tapped the pipe in his palm.

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