Page 75 of His Four Leaf Clover

“Yeah, bro. I see you on it already.” Monty laughed.

“You already know how it go. But, aye, check this shit out. Ask me why that big masculine looking bitch, Caprice, work over here.”

“What! How the fuck did she pull that off? That bitch got fired and arrested. Ain’t no way in hell they gon’ hire her as a deputy again in the state of Louisiana.”

“Man, I don’t even know, but that bitch is a guard in JP now. They must not have done a background check or something.”

“Nigga, JP be doing their homework. Maybe she didn’t tell them that she was a deputy before. Shit, a background check would have told them that too. You got me there, fam. She must know somebody.”

“I don’t know but that hoe tried to get me touched.” DJ laughed.

“What you mean? Touched how?” Monty asked in confusion.

“You already know how she do it. Her gullible ass is fucking with one of them Marrero niggas. Me and the nigga had a lil run in back in the day, but I ain’t seen him in a minute. He must have told her, and she told the nigga that she would play lookout if him and his boys wanted to get at me. Me and my big bro is cool with a lot of niggas in here, so they put me up on game. His whack ass could barely sell dope on the streets, but I guess he’s trying to be a big dawg up in here.”

“Do you have a bond or what’s up? You know I got you if you need me, fam.”

“Nah, man, you know my people would have been had me up out this bitch. I’m only on papers for thirty-eight more days. I been counting down since I touched down. I’m not trippin’ if they violate me. This bitch is too crowded, so I can’t see it.”

“That hoe is still outchea doing dumb shit. I swear, I never hated a bitch more than I hate Caprice. I’m really sick of that pick me ass bitch.”

“I know how you feel, man. That nigga got her thinking he ‘bout that life but he ain’t stupid enough to come at me though. That nigga scary as fuck and his whole crew is too.”

“What’s his name?” Monty questioned.

“Nigga named Conrad. He’s a lame so I know you don’t know him.”

“Conrad? What’s his last name?”

“Damn, I don’t even know. Aye, bro, what’s Conrad’s last name?” DJ was asking another inmate. Monty heard the other man say something but he couldn’t make out what he’d said.

“What he said?” Monty inquired.

“Williams. The nigga’s last name is Williams.”

“Oh, okay. Nah, I don’t know him.”

“You ain’t missing shit. He the type of nigga that you’ll slap in the mouth like the bitch he is. But fuck all that. What’s been good with you, homie? How’s the inking business going? I know you were talking about getting your own space.”

“Yeah, man, that’s coming soon. We been trying to finish up the work on my big bro’s house. Him and his wife are expecting a baby any day now. I put my shit on the back burner for a minute. I still been inking though. That ain’t gon’ never stop. I mostly do it on the weekends at my grandma’s bar though.”

“That’s what up. You and your girl still good, huh?”

“That’s the wife right there, nigga. I just gotta get right, so we can really make it official.” Monty looked at Iva and blew her a kiss as he spoke.

“That’s what I like to hear. I’m ‘bout to sit my stupid ass down and leave these hoes alone before my girl really leave my stupid ass.”

“Ain’t shit outchea but diseases. I’m good on that.”

“You ain’t said nothing wrong. But look, I’m not trying to be holding on to this dude phone too long. I’ll hit you up in a day or two, so answer this number when you see it.”

“No doubt, keep me posted and let me know if you need anything. You know it’s all love,” Monty replied before they disconnected.

“What’s that bitch, Caprice, did this time?” Iva asked as soon as he was done talking.

“Fucked with the wrong nigga is what. Come here, baby. I need you to do me a solid.”

“What’s wrong?” Iva walked over to the chair where he was sitting and sat on his lap.