Forgiven but Not Forgotten

By Tyrone Edwards

We as people wonder through life looking and desiring to be love. So when that doesnt happen the way we wish it to happen we have that feeling of individual separation from the world. So tell me how do you handle it when you are born into the world desiring it but cant get it as a baby?
Twin came into this world looking to be embraced but received a cold shoulder from the one that was supposed to be his protection from those that brings hurt, hate, and harm. How do you fight against that kind of pain? Taking his twin and giving him the best of the world while giving his other trash Twin could not do anything but reach out and ask for help from nothing more than the cold heated streets of Parkwood and the nation of GD. They became his family and learnt to rely on.
Twin was born into this world with muscle tissue over muscle tissue and a heart that was too big for his body. This caused him to spend a lot of his childhood in the hospital and with a father who was more into a son that would be a payoff other than another bill only caused Twin to be that much hated by his own family, but mostly by his father who love one twin and a strong dislike for the other.
The older Twin became the smarter he got with a well to win at everything that he did. From school to the streets Twin was not a push over. Making the streets cry out in pain to showing others that he is cut differently than his family. Yelling Gangster Disciple and letting those forks stand high Twin back down to nothing at all. With a passion to seeing others cry in pain he desire to dance and kick box until he had no more need to do so any more.
Driving the ladies crazy with his ability to just being him only made others wishing to be around the you man that he was becoming while others fear the man thats determent to put you down rather to see you take up air in a world that can live without you.
Forgiven but not forgotten is more than just a book its dealing with every day truth and the fact that a decision can change the walk of someones life. If you love a book filled with action, mob, gang, sex, love, hurt and pain-you will love this book.
Come and allow me Tyrone L. Edwards Sr. take you to another place that will pull you in and send your emotions pulling in many ways. Everything you desire to feel from a book. I will take you there. Try me and see. What do you have to lose other than a few bills?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483619866

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Copyright © 2013 by Tyrone Edwards.

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CONTENTS

DEDICATION

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER ONE

DEDICATION

E yes of praise, hands of time, I’m blessed just to be able to remain alive due to you. Each day I’m seeing you for all of your passion and love, your constant raining down of blessings when even I can’t withstand the lesson of trials and hard times, you’re still not blind to my cries or turn your head when I ask why . I’m nowhere where you need me to be, but yet you saved me even when I was behind barely looking up and all I was seeing was stars as the cool air went past my face, leaving me to believe that one day I will be set free. Lord, I still can’t believe that you led me through those days. Now I stand thanking you for not turning away but loving me enough even when I can’t nor am I able to stand without your hard as well as you allowing me to touch your face. You alone bless me all the way to today. Now I come throwing away all that I need not. I’m more past ready to be what I need to be to please your will. Just don’t let go ‘cause without you, for sure I know my life will stop. Thank you for this time and for each line. Protect each one that hears your words and allow them to fly higher than any storm and trials of mess. Loving what all you’re doing as we together endure all test, giving you love back as well as our best! Amen!

When life is so deep and body feels so week I close my eyes as I reach. There you stand calling out onto me. Thank you, Lord, your words I hold close to me.

Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. (Matt. 11:28-30)

I hold those words close to me because you have shown me through hard times and a lot of lonely nights that you’re still here and haven’t walked away, you’re still giving me visions and dreams. Through those visions and dreams, I gave birth to a desire to write and not look back at back to my past. Every trial you allow me to go through has grown me to seek more than what is at arm’s reach. I say thank you, my Father, my God, my Lord, and most of all, my Friend for the vision of this book and what all it took to bring this vision to past. I love you, my Father!

*     *     *

It was in June when I last saw you. You were getting out, and my heart was happy but sad because I was enjoying having you by my side. You embraced me and said, Keep writing, and I will do my best to help these books kick off. You told me that you love me. I didn’t know that was going to be the last time I will ever hear those words from you again.

Antione D. Edwards, known to all as Big Worm, but to me I knew you as best friend, partner, my right, and my brother. It’s still hard waking without you calling, talking about where we going to go eat at or playing a joke on me or someone else, but I know you’re resting in the heavens and making others laugh. So with that, I have peace. I dedicate this book to you. When you heard I was writing, the first words to come out were, Look at my lil’ bro, the writer! You believed in me even before you was able to hold my book. Thank you and know you’re help bring this to past. We your family and friends love you, Antione D. Edwards, and you live as long as we have breath, lil bro, and know life is not the same without you here. We that were and are close to you feel it and see it. Your mark can’t be replaced, nor can your light be unlit, so rest and know you are well missed!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I want to take this time out and thank my kids Gregory D. Edwards, Tyrone L. Edwards Jr., Jaylen R. Edwards, Tyreon L. Edwards, and li’l queen herself, Tyla L. Edwards. My reason in life is to see you five be all that you all can be. You may question so many of the choices I made, but my love for you all can never be questioned. I love you all with all I have and more. I write to show you that if you think it, you can see it; if you can see it, you can bring it to past. No matter what you go through in life. Through his word, God has edit you five to the dad that you have. So when I say through you all God has saved me, don’t try to understand. Just take and know I am giving all that I have. Love you all and want the best out of you.

Shyrle Benjamin, Erma Bailey Wilson, Leann Trotter,Tracy Lynn Mc’Claren, Veronica L. Brady, Cheryl Bentley, and forgive me if I forgot anyone else. I wish to thank all you for your help and your constant belief in me that I can open that which is inside and bring it out to those around. From my editing team, just strong words: I thank you.

CHAPTER 1

F reeman, you’re in! Coach Burns yelled.

‘Bout time, whispered Freeman, while throwing the ball back to Jim. Go do the damn thang, Twister! yelled Jim.

Ohh! They’re finally letting the young gun into the game. I guess AJ threw too many interceptions even for Coach Burns. Here comes Indy’s own Da’Shawn Young Gun Freeman. He was let in last week’s game because AJ threw too many interceptions. He almost brought the Falcons back in the fourth quarter, but time wasn’t on his side as they lost 24-21. His hands are full today, it doesn’t seem like the undefeated 49ers are going to give up an eight-point lead in the second quarter. But I’m sure Young Gun is going to put on a show for his hometown crowd. Yes, the winless Falcons will put on a show tonight, the TV announcer said as Twister ran onto the field with cheers and claps ringing in his ears.

Be with me Twin, prayed Twister.

Yea! Twister’s center yelled.

I’m glad you’re happy, Mauro! yelled Twister as they huddled up. Because I need all of you.

Just tell us what to do, and you got it.

Yeah! yelled Bethel.

Okay, we are going to run J-5. Bethel, go 5 then cut right. Kendyl, I need you to babysit me. Line, hold them off my ass, now break!

Here we go! The Falcons came out two wide and two in the back. The 49ers were lined up in a safety blitz, third and twenty-four. Twister calls hike, and back he goes with a seven man blitz. Twister has a man open at their own 35-yard line. He shakes one and pulls back—ohh, what a hit! Just as he let the ball go. Wow! What a catch! Bethel caught the ball between two defenders as he goes down. I think he has a first down with Twister slowly getting up—

You cool, Twister? asked Mauro.

As long as we got the first, said Twister, removing the grass from his helmet. We got it, boss! yelled Konwinski.

Okay, 19-5, let’s go! yelled Twister, pushing his team to hurry to the line while calling the next play. With nine minutes and seven seconds left in the second quarter, Twister called out, Blue19! Both wide outs moved in as Konwinski moved to the right side of the line. Set hike, hike!

Twister ran to the right with Konwinski leading the way. The line was with him as they blocked and pushed through the defense. A hole opened up, and Twister cut into the hole with hit after hit, as they were trying to bring him down.

He’s at the 40, 45, 50, 55—oh my God, he could go all the way! the announcer yelled. Look at his speed! TOUCHDOWN!

Cheers filled the stadium as Twister did his X dance while his teammates came running up to him.

Yeah, hell yeah! they were shouting, but Twister calmed them down by saying, We ain’t done yet. We can still win this game, as they ran to the sideline.

The coach shook his head at Twister as he ran past him.

Let’s go defense, stop them right here. It’s not too late to win this game! yelled Coach Burns as the special teams unit kicked the ball. The Falcons ended the quarter 21-31 with the 49ers walking back into the locker room beat up from chasing Twister around the field.

Twister ended the half with two touchdowns; he passed for 2,145 yards, 85 rushing yards on the ground and one fumble recovery that set up a 45-yard touchdown pass to JJ Simmons. The Falcons were pumped up running into the locker room. The coach gave them one of his infamous speeches and then back on to the field they went with Twister leading the way once again.

Twister wasn’t giving the defense any room to relax as he threw for a pair of touchdowns in the third quarter for a 35-31 lead. The 49ers were doing all they could, but both defense and offense were playing very well. 56-38 was the final score, and the Falcons took their first victory of the season with cameras and people surrounding Twister.

Da’Shawn, over here! yelled one of the reporters.

Freeman, how does it feel to win your first game? yelled another reporter who put his hand on Twister’s shoulder to let the others know who was going to be doing all the talking.

It feels good, but I couldn’t have done it without my team, we came out here to win, not lose.

So does this mean you’re the new start?

I can’t answer that, but I’m ready this year to take on whatever my coach needs me too. Now with saying that, I need to be going before I say something that will get me fined, said Twister as he went jogging off for the locker room, leaving the reporters looking for more prey.

Da’Shawn, in my office, now! yelled Coach Burns. Twister was hearing it from his teammates while getting ready to jump in the showers. All that was stopped by the coach’s yell, Twister walked into the office where he was joined by Jason McAfee (quarterback coach).

Yeah Coach, you wanted to see me?

Take a seat, son. Me and Jason liked what we have been seeing in you lately since you’ve been back from your hamstring injury. You’ve been all work, but one thing I need to know… Da’Shawn, this is something we both need to know. Have you stopped using? asked Coach McAfee.

Yeah Coach, I haven’t used for over a year now and not planning to either, I’m trying to fix my life, not destroy it any more. I lost my rookie year and money to drugs, no more!

We’re glad to hear that because you will be our new quarterback. This is your team, Twister; it’s up to you to keep it together. We have a bye next week then we play your hometown. So I want you to be more than ready to play—

Twister couldn’t hold his excitement anymore as he let out a loud yell that took the coaches by surprise as they shook their heads. And the people in the locker room looked at the closed door that held the three guys. You won’t be sorry, Coach—I mean, Coaches, hell yeah! You won’t be sorry, you’ll see! Twister said, backing out of the office.

The team already knew what time it was when the six-foot four, 190-pound man with fifteen-inch biceps, a thirty-inch waist, coffee-brown skin and hair braided to the back, came out of the locker room with a big smile on his face.

He’s back! yelled C-Low.

Now I don’t have to do that much work, smiled Mauro as he and the other front linesmen ran to their new quarterback.

Fuck you! yelled Grant, knowing his job had just been taken.

You almost fucked us today! yelled Mauro, picking up Twister along with the left guard Travis. Don’t get mad at him because you can’t pass for shit. Twister laughed on that. I can pass a drug test! yelled Grant.

Put me down. Putting Twister on the ground, all laughter turned to head shaking with people saying, Forget him and Fuck him, Twister, as they moved out of the way.

You piece of shit, I should fuck you up, but I’m going to do something you don’t understand: help my team win, understand that, bitch! said Twister, which sent the locker room into laughter and Grant heading for the door.

Uh, Twister, let’s go out and celebrate? asked C-Low.

I can’t, C-Low, my bro is calling me at ten, plus I need to go over some plays. I’m not going to fuck up like I did my first year—

Nigga, we asked you to go out, not for a whole book on why you can’t go with us. Save that for that big-breasted girl waiting for you outside—

Shit! I forgot she’s waiting for me.

You got more women than hoochies. How do you know them apart? C-Low asked, keeping the team laughing with Twister rushing to leave.

That’s easy, I tell your momma to call me on my pager and your sister to call me on my cell phone, and that’s how I keep them apart, smiled Twister as he grabbed his newly bought black mink coat.

I can’t wait to get to Nap, so I can see my Torri again! said C-Low.

You’ll make my brother break out of jail fucking with our sister, laughed Twister as he headed for the door.

I’ll take the risk! yelled C-Low.

Me too! shouted Bethel. Twister gave them a wave off, not wanting to keep La’Meka waiting.

Hey, boo!

Hey yourself, Twister said, wrapping his arms around La’Meka while giving the security guard an I’m cool look. The guard left the two alone as they went deep into a kissing mode before jumping into Twister’s 2003 dark blue BMW.

We better get going before Twin calls, Meka said, breaking the hold he had on her.

Yeah, it’s not like he calls a lot, damn, I miss my bro.

I know, but don’t get yourself all worked up. You’re going to need your energy for tonight.

Shit. You doing all the work—

We’ll see, Meka said, giving Twister a push away. They made their way into the car as they prepared to drive past the press. But it’s not like they could see that much through the tinted windows.

It was a quick ride home to the four-bedroom, two-and-a-half-bathroom place with a big kitchen, nice living room, family room, and two-car garage. That’s more than enough room for the BMW and the black 2002 Honda S2000 that Meka drives. The house alone cost Twister an arm and a leg. When you throw in the cars and the things inside the house, it’s a sign for bankruptcy. That’s why Twister had to stop the use of his $10,000-a-week drug habit and made himself along with his family some kind of budget, which was Twin’s plan for him. Even though Twister’s the older twin by several minutes, Twin was always the more responsible one.

Daddy! yelled Sarah.

Hey, little woman, Twister said, walking right past Sarah who was waiting for a hug.

Where’s the housekeeper?

She’s gone—

What the hell do I pay her for if she can’t stay long enough for me to get home! yelled Twister as Sarah went back to her cartoons since she wasn’t going to get any attention today. Meka followed Twister upstairs while listening to him go off like he always did.

The housekeeper never stayed long since she got caught with dick in her mouth by Sarah. It didn’t help that it was Twister’s dick either. Sarah loved her daddy, so she kept it between herself and the two of them, hoping she could get closer to her father. But keeping his secret didn’t help, in fact it just pushed the two further apart. For Sarah to be seven years old, she was mature for her age, and her mother knew it, which is why she did her best to keep her in the house so she wouldn’t pick up too much too early. Twister just kept her and La’Meka away from his other life. Twin knew about Meka but not Sarah, and that’s how Twister liked it.

La’Meka didn’t mind long as she was kept dressed in money and dope, which Twister was doing even though he was on a budget. He knew if he did well against the Colts that the money was going to come back to his door, and he was going to be waiting with open arms. Maybe he could be traded to the Colts where he could be with his baby girl and true love, Lilli Sabrina Holmes.

She’s a five-foot-nine, 167-pound beauty with a 36 ½—24-36 body, light smooth brown skin with long reddish black braided hair that fell past her shoulders. The only thing she loves doing is hair and taking care of her their three-year-old daughter Lynette Young Freeman.

I’ll call the housekeeper in the morning and tell her you want to talk to her, but I don’t know why you don’t get rid of her, asked Meka.

Because she does do good work and all, plus she comes cheap, Twister said when the phone rang. He took off running for his bedroom with La’Meka laughing at him.

Hello?

You have a collect call from the Department of Correction from Twin. If you would like to accept, you can’t use three-way, or your call will be cancelled. Your call is $2.65 and subject to be recorded at any time. If you wish to accept, press 0 at this time—

Hello, hello—

What’s up, bro,?

Hey, Twin, you cool?

Just doing the same old same old, what about you? I know you have something to tell me after that weak game you played.

Please, you know I am colder than the winter’s air. They couldn’t stop me—

Okay, okay, okay! You don’t have to go on and on about how sweet you were, and I mean that too. You keep playing that way and that big-ass contract will be back in your hands.

Thanks, Twin, you need any more money?

Don’t send me any more money, and your baby needs some of your time when you come into town—

Don’t worry about that, little bro, and if Lilli stopped talking shit—

It wasn’t Lilli. Your girl said this, Twister.

Ohh, well tell her I’ll see her soon. Now enough with all that, what’s this I hear about Tisha taking your money out of your account then calling off the wedding?

Pain ran through Twin as he remembered his one and only love. It’s cool, Twister, I can’t blame her, I’m in jail. She needs to do what’s best for her and ours—

That’s bullshit, and you know it. If you were out, she would—

That’s just it, I’m not, bro. I don’t care about the money. I want her to be happy. If money does that, she can have that 90 Gs. I’m cool—

No, you’re not, Twin. I can hear and feel the pain inside you. You’re my twin, and we always can feel each other’s pain.

You always tried to be there for me, Twister, and that’s all I need.

This is life for us, Twin, no matter what walls you’re behind. I’m coming down there when I get in town.

I know—

You have one minute to talk, the automated voice informed them.

I hate that bitch. I love you, Twin!

I love you too, Twister, and make sure you watch your slow ass out there.

Shit! You could call back next time— Twister broke out laughing as Twin hung up the phone. He never did call more than once in a week, but Twister loves when he does call.

How’s your brother? asked La’Meka, lying in bed with her clothes off and spread nude across the bed. While he was talking to Twin, she locked the door, took off her clothes with anticipation for him to please her. Now looking down at La’Meka, Twister smiled at her as he laid the phone on the dresser.

He’s cool, Twister said as he started taking off his clothes as she continued slowly spreading her legs with her finger moving across her now juicy tender pleasure. He said what’s up—damn! Your shit is wet!

Only for you, baby, so come and give me what I been waiting for—I need! With her eyes closed and fingers slowly moving in and out of her pussy, Twister threw the last of his clothes to the floor. Walking to the freak show, Twister bent down and gently touched her round black hard nipple. She opened her eyes with a smile.

‘Bout time!

Is that all you can do with your mouth, talk shit?

No. She reached for his dick. I can do this too. With her eyes closed and hand wrapped around his dick, she took Twister into her mouth, which had him moaning out in joy as he relaxed to the pleasurable feeling she was giving him. Excitement was running through his body as her wet hand (from playing with her pussy) came up and started playing with his balls.

Oh shit, girl, you going to make me go deep—

Don’t hold back, baby, whispered Meka before returning to her job that she took pride in.

Ohh, okaaay! Here it comes… Five minutes into it he was ready. That’s all he could say with La’Meka taking him deeper and deeper as she tasted all that he had to offer her.

Umm… , moaned Meka as tears of joy rolled down his face, and his knees gave in. She moved out of the way just in time.

Damn, girl, you trying to win an award or something? smiled Twister while lying on his back and her climbing up his body.

You already know, boo, smiled La’Meka, rubbing her breasts over his face. I guess it’s your turn?

Yeah, since I know I can’t get a kiss—

You right about that! They both laughed as his hands moved graciously up her thick brown body. You know you’re wrong. It’s your shit—ohh, that’s my spot, whispered La’Meka while his tongue French kissed her thick nipple. With hands moving between her legs, he could already feel the juice that ran from her tenderness. That’s it… ohh, that’s it, she whispered while moving up his body again.

He already knew what time it was; his tongue moving gracefully down her body until he came face-to-face with her pubic hair, at least the newly shaved part. Her body began to quiver as his tongue swooped across her lips and he went in for the kill as he separated her tender parts.

Don’t move, whispered Meka as she began to roll her hips. Soft moans filled his ears as he tried to relax and let her do all the work. Her body started to move faster as his tongue began to cramp up. She better hurry the fuck up before my tongue falls off. I shouldn’t be eating this bitch anyway or let her ride my—Yesss, ohh yess! yelled Meka, letting out an orgasm that shook her whole body.

‘Bout time! You damn near made my tongue fall the fuck off.

Oh, poor baby, LaMeka said, lowering herself down on top of his sex. You know it feels good that’s why you love me so much. The wetness of her moist muscle sent incredible feelings through Twister’s body as he grabbed hold of her waist.

It does feel good. Your so damn moist and hot inside, whispered Twister as he rolled her hips slowly so he could get all that she had to offer him. That’s it! Make me want to explode all inside of you. Twister’s hands got tighter on her waist, making her go down deeper on his dick, letting her know that he was about to cum so she better hurry up and cum before it’s too late. Twister wasn’t the type of person who waits for the next person to get off. It’s either before him, with him, or you just missed out. La’Meka knew that as she started to move faster and faster until she felt that incredible feeling that she loves move through her body.

There you go, baby, right there… , whispered Twister as a lump hit his stomach and veins popped up all over his face. He came with eyes shut, head deep into the mattress, and mouth open. Meka was right with him as her pussy muscle gave loose to her own orgasm while feeling his.

That was nice, wasn’t it, baby? asked Meka while rising off him.

It was better than nice, baby girl, it was something well needed and felt damn good, smiled Twister as he watched her walk to the bathroom.

I’m going to run you some bath water, baby.

Thanks, and that ass is getting fat again.

It’s that budget we on now. Don’t smoke like I used too, Meka said, playfully rubbing her ass cheeks.

You keep that shit up and we’re going to have to go another round, laughed Twister while getting ready to get out of bed.

I’m ready for some of that ten you got down there.

You’re always ready—

You love it, La’Meka said while starting the water.

Please, your ass is stopping me from fucking around with other girls, whispered Twister.

What did you say, boo?

I said, it’s the best in this part of the world.

Why, shouldn’t I be happy with what you just said?

Yeah, baby, said Twister, coming into the bathroom as he seen her bent over the tub checking his water. Now that’s a sight right there. Meka smiled as she reached for the sea salt to put in his bathwater.

Does that mean I get to take a bath with you? Then she stood up to show off her 36Ds that sent a hard-on to his dick.

No!

You ain’t shit, she said as she laughed and walked past him. Twister wasn’t the type of guy who enjoys sharing a bath or shower with a woman unless it’s Lilli. The hot water went right to work as Twister relaxed while the salt water hit those sore spots on his body.

La’Meka was sitting on the edge of the tub waiting for him to get relaxed before talking. Twister and La’Meka had been seeing each other behind closed doors for about seven years now, and she knew the right time to ask him anything. Since they were eighteen and going to Purdue she had been in love the first time he stepped up to her. The only words that came out of his mouth were, I need to feel you. And that night, he was feeling her in more ways than one. She knew he was a dog, but she was going to make the underclassmen her dog. She was twenty and on her way to becoming a designer. But all that changed when she became pregnant with Sarah. She quit school, and he moved her into a one-bedroom apartment. She didn’t want a baby, but it was too late for her to get rid of it. Even though Sarah was a good girl, LaMeka wasn’t too happy that she stopped her dreams to become a full-time mother. She’ll be the first to admit that she told Twister about her being pregnant late so she could always have a hold on him. But that hold wasn’t tight enough because he kept their relationship hidden.

Yeah, Twister was a cold person when it came down to Sarah, but it didn’t mean he didn’t love her because he did love her, he just found it hard to show it.

Uh, boo?

Yeah?

When you go to Nap, can I come with you?

I knew that shit was coming up soon; this bitch just wants to let Lilli know who I have been fucking. She probably would like to tell her about our little girl. Well, that shit ain’t flowing like that!

Maybe, baby, just maybe.

You said that the last time then you left me so you and LA could go see Twin. Twister began to smile as he remembered LA coming and picking him up when they were living in Chi-Town. I didn’t think the shit was funny, so you need to stop smiling. The shit ain’t something to smile about.

How you know he doesn’t want to see me or want to know about our baby? Twister tried to stop smiling, but he couldn’t as he looked at her with her leaning closer to him.

Twin doesn’t even like visits, and this ain’t the right time to be going to see him.

He just had his heart crushed by that bitch Tisha, and the dick-eating whore took 90 Gs from him—

Dang, that shit is deep! Meka said, backing up.

She’s lucky my brother doesn’t give the word for her to be handled, his dawgs are just ready to do something about it. One thang you don’t do is fuck with Twin. He has people ready to go six feet deep for him, and you should have been in court when they gave him his time. They had the courthouse filled with thug life ready to go to war, but my brother and his cool self just held up his head, turned around, and it was quiet as he whispered, ‘Eight-four-fourteen,’ then everybody made their way out of the courtroom, leaving those white bastards fucked up and looking at each other—

What does 8-4-14 mean? asked Meka when he touched her nipple and slowly began to rub it.

This is only for Gs so keep it off the market; it means growth and development nation. See, he was telling them in his own words that this is a small thang and don’t let it turn into something bigger.

Your brother is deep, whispered Meka as his hand moved down between her legs.

Yes, he is, and that’s what makes people come to his aid, plus he doesn’t take shit from anybody. What time is it?

I think it’s ten, she whispered as he pulled her into the special-made tub. You miss Twin, don’t you?

Twin’s been through more than anybody I ever knew. He’s been getting bad shakes since he was born, it hurts like hell seeing him go through this shit because some white trash lies. Yes, I love him more than anything in this world, he’s me, and I’m him, you understand? She wasted no time pushing his ten inches inside her as he talked.

Oh yes, I understand, moaned Meka as she held onto the edge of the tub while moving back and forth.

That’s my girl, whispered Twister as he pulled her body back against his then began to kiss her neck, ear, and back. From doggy style to anal loving, they went at it until they came. Afterward, they took a shower before calling it a night. La’Meka cleaned up the bathroom while Twister went downstairs to get a little bit of red beans and rice that Naomi made.

Sarah was asleep on the couch when he came down, Twister smiled at the peaceful way she slept. She looks just like me with her little self and all. Twister wrapped the covers around her as he picked her up to take her to her room.

Daddy…

"Shh, it’s okay, baby girl, I’m taking you to your room.

She opened her eyes then closed them with a smile on her face. Okay, whispered Sarah as she wrapped her arms around his neck, I love you, Daddy!

It was whispered out, but it touched his inner part as he kissed her little shoulders. I love you too, baby girl, and I’m sorry for wronging you, whispered Twister as he carried her up the stairs and into her room. Laying her down onto the bed, he saw her smile was still there. Too precious of a view to let go, so Twister pulled up a chair and watched his daughter sleep while thoughts of his childhood ran through his mind. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. Meka came looking for him. Not wanting him to cramp up, she woke him up then walked him to the bedroom.

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Count time, back in your rooms! yelled the CO as Twin was coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around him.

Seven fourteen, G, said Moe as he walked to his room.

Eleven thirteen and seven fourteen, G, said Twin, walking to his one-man cell. For the last three and a half years, Twin has been holding on to his freedom through others in his life. He knew he was going to be cut loose one day, he just didn’t know when. Since coming to CIC two and a half years ago, he had been the main reason why 85 percent of the weekly fights went down to 5 percent. A camp that held 41 percent Gs, 10 percent Vs, 35 percent skinheads, the KKK, and the brotherhood. The other 14 percent consisted of gays, non-gang affiliates and other nationalities.

Twin came down here and set up order for his Gs, which made other gangs follow suit. It also helped with Twin being a lay advocate. To him, he felt like a lawyer, which wasn’t too far off from the truth. He did pass the bar exam and was at the top of his class with a masters in criminal law and criminal justice. This knowledge allowed Twin to help four other inmates turn their ten year sentences into early releases. The board of the CAB liked hearing Twin when he came into the room. He didn’t use long and hard-to-spell words, but he got his words out and his point across quickly. It’s well to say that he has earned his respect in jail. The staff and other inmates knew that he was a ticking time bomb, and very few people could stop him once he exploded. He tried to keep that under wraps as he stayed to himself except for a few Gs that stayed by his side ready to put in work.

Moe, who sleeps in 27 up, and Moss, who sleeps in 27 down—have been cool since they were ten years old. Moe was going home in two days with Moss going home in another month. Those two got locked up for carrying guns without a license. They were sentenced to three years but will only serve one and a half years.

With Twin’s help, they both got their GEDs, and that took them down a year. Being around Twin, you can’t do nothing but grow in every way. He puts a new meaning to growth and development. Some people feared him because he has a way of looking at you that put fear inside of you. At 24, he stood six feet four inches, weighed 257 pounds, and had twenty-three inch biceps, a thirty-four inch waist, only 5.5 percent body fat and a six-pack to kill for.

Twin was more than a handful. He’s a tatted-up tank with Parkwood across his back, a big graveyard under P-A-R-K-W-O-O-D with T-H-U-G L-I-F-E in somewhat Asian letters under the graveyard. On his right arm, he has a picture of his friend Philly Jackson and a RIP sign under Philly’s face. On his right back arm he has T-W-I-N and on his left back arm he has T-W-I-S-T-E-R in bold English lettering. On his collar bone he has a big lion chain that held a King David star on it with a G on the right side and a D on the other side. Even being in jail, Twin stood out with thirty-two shiny gold teeth, a $20,000 gold Versace watch that he wears on his right arm, a $2,000 pair of eyeglasses and a 24 inch 24-karat gold necklace that has a two-inch cross on it. Twin only takes it off for visitations. All this he was able to keep after telling the people at RDC that it was all under $20. They knew he was lying through his teeth, but even the guards didn’t