Wiping away tears, Marcus shook off retrospective jitters. His father kept his word. He swallowed pills and slit his wrists. The letter from his father was also read by the Judge, before he was sent to pull the plug, per the living will and power of attorney the Judge had to honor, even though he was facing a conviction at the time.

He then understood why he only got six years in prison. When his dad pulled through, they could no longer try to give him life in prison. Yet those clout chasing lawyers tried to get him convicted anyway, keeping his dad's attempted suicide at bay...

So, Marcus banged the presiding judge for nothing. They used his black ass for a quick lay and sent him to prison a yoked quail.

"Good riddance, Ginger."

Sweet Dee nodded at a few guards, as another patted him down, making sure he wasn't taking anything into the Visiting Room.

Sweet Dee sat at the middle table.

Seven other inmates were sitting with their families, friends or lovers.

A gorgeous woman with huge shades and a flawless demeanor stood in front of Sweet Dee.

Long time, no see, Marcus.

Marcus shook his head, grinning.

"Steph!"

Jumping up to his feet he engulfed her, tears forming in his eyes...

But her immobile arms remained at her side, and her cold shoulders caused him to pull away from her as she sat down, taking off her shades.

Looking him in the eyes.

Wassup Sweet Dee, said one of the inmates, sitting with his wife, mother and brother.

Waddup, boi. Nice looking family.

Ignoring the family right in front of you, said Steph.

You gave me the cold shoulder. Clearly this wasn't the reunion I thought it would be.

You killed Uncle Earl. How could you kill your own father? Yes, you fucked the love of my life at our prom, but why did your father have to suffer because of your negligence?"

"It's deeper than what's on the surface."

"You've always been obsessed with me. Yea, we were very close, but the day I had eyes for a dude I liked you talked me into a living nightmare. Do you think I liked screwing you to hide that you'd rather be fucking dudes? I never told you about my boyfriend because you were too jealous. But at our eighth grade prom you found out that I had a man. And you said that he may have won the battle, but you wound up winning the war between us by fucking my boyfriend. And you kill my uncle so your secret remained safe. Well, I have some news for you."

Marcus stood up, turning his back on her.

"This visit is over."

"I heard your last words to my uncle, your father."

The hairs stood on his arms.

"I was in the room, standing by the door once the Marshall's let me in. I was also your fathers power of attorney. When you pulled the plug, I walked out of the room.

At that moment you remained the most fake bitch I've ever known.

She stood up and walked off.

Your son is about to be a year old.

Marcus closed his eyes, and did the rest of his time forgetting about Steph, and his father...

But never his son, that's also his cousin...

He would never tell her that he avenged her brother Lou's death by turning Dime into the most profitable piece of ass in the prison system.

Sweet Dee became notorious, he had a few guards by the balls. They used their cell phones to film his banging inmates, but never showed faces.

The videos were a hot commodity online. The Adventures of Sweet Dee brought in tons of money for three guards and Sweet Dee.

The biggest seller was Sweet Dee does Former Prison King. Dimes face was all over the video, with a skull cap pulled low over Sweet Dee's face.

Word of the ex-police sergeant getting plowed in prison was so big it cost $35.95 just to view.

Once the guards banked over two hundred thousand dollars, they split the profit, erased the video from pay per view social media sites and gave their jobs the finger.

They cut Sweet Dee off and ran off with all the proceeds from the Adventures of Sweet Dee.

It wasn't until the Warden summoned him to his office. An anonymous summons. It was well after two a.m.

Once the transporting guard closed the door, Warden Stacy Dasher fell into his arms.

"I've missed you. Daddy."

"It's Sweet Dee to you. You don't miss me, bitch. You never kept your word."

Tossing her expensive mane of curly jet black hair, she fell to her knees and pulled out his Johnson, getting it nice, hard and wet.

Humping her hot mouth he took a piss, disgusting her. She tried to stand up and fell on the couch.

His pants falling down his ass, he pissed in her hair and soaked in her business suit.

"I should have your ass thrown in the hole and tortured, sorry ass nigga. When are you going to realize that you were just a great fuck. I don't have a life. I'm always here, pulling strings, making sure that you're safe."

"Keeping me safe? How is that even possible when you ducking me when you're here? Ignoring my requests to speak to you."

"I'm not ignoring you now. I called you here because there's a problem. There's a video going viral of one of my inmates having sex with an ex police officer. Internal affairs are investigating."

"Oh, so now you need me. When your ass is in hot water. I don't give a damn what happens. This is your battle, not mine."

"But I need you, Sweet Dee..."

She paused, looking him over once more. "So you're the faceless man in those videos. How did you get cell phones into my..."

He smiled in her face.

"Don't you forget that I run your fucking prison, bitch."