Patrick Larkin West
The visiting room is loud with the clamor of convicts speaking to their families, friends, business associates, and lawyers. Patrick West sits at a small child like faded pink table alone as he looks around for his homeboy. All of the other tables were taken, that is the only reason why he is sitting at the child's table. His cynical brown eyes looks at the clock, "Shit, but the time that nigga shows, I will be in a fucking box under the jail." 2 minutes later, a rusty old- young man with a yellow bandana around his forehead sits at the table with Patrick. "About time. Nigga."
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Patrick all but raises his voice, "Da fuck you mean "shit ain't good", Chubbs?" He slams his chains that are cuffed to his wrist down on the table; angry.710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcnOkU6wtcW
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"Fuck. Someone saved her. We don't know who or how he figured out she was there but someone got her out of there." Chubbs explains. Patrick nods. "There was a shootout and he shot Mel, man. So, I ran." Chubbs continues explaining.710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRT9w6AGAbu
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Patrick's eyebrows knit together in fury, "You two were supposed to finish the job. Not half assed it. And your bitch ass ran?" He whispers to Chubbs, Chubbs leans into Patrick whispering as well, "You did not tell us that she was a fighter. It was hard to even knock that bitch out. Talking about kill the bitch. Hell the way she was fighting you'd think that she wanted to live."710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuA9GzNiIiY
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Patrick laughs uproariously that made some people turn to look at them. But, just in an instant that laugh was replaced with a scowl, "Da fuck y'all bitches looking at?"710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk18BecGR81
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Everyone that was looking turn around and goes back to their own conversations. Patrick's eyes Chubbs, "Yeah, she is a fighter alright. As many black eyes that girl gave me, it's still a fucking miracle that I can see. But, I never said that it would be an easy job, Aynslee ain’t no punk. The girl can hold her own, when she isn’t on drugs. That's why I told y'all to drop her favorite drug in the mail slot."
Patrick stares at the table in deep thought, "Then you guys must have bought that weak ass shit from one of these fake ass dope dealers. But, I want y’all to find her. Put Sinab, Damien, and Loko on it. I want every city shaken down and every crack house, jail cell, and friends' house checked. I want full reports on what you guys find." Very annoyed at the task. He couldn’t believe that he asked his boys to do a simple but not so easy job, and they half assed the damn thing. Fuck! 710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxLUsxqSnpB
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An annoying buzzer buzzes letting the inmates know that visiting hours are over. "I want her dead." Patrick says as he is hauled away to general population.
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The annoying wall to wall chatter and dominoes being banged dramatically on the filthy steel grey tables of the jail hall, made Patrick all the more enraged then to top it off with the fact that Aynslee got away. He wondered how in the hell did she escape?! He sits at the second to last table, the only clean table in in that jail hall. "Nigs, don't know how to clean up after themselves." Patrick says as she signals his cell mate over. His slatted blue eyes, fine black faded style hair, wide chest build due to working out 24/7, and deeply tanned copper tone skin completes his thick eyebrows. With a wide gape, he walks over to Patrick, holding his jumper pants up. Smiling, he gives Patrick dap, then sits down straddling the bench. "Sup man?"710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWS5FG6qgn4
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Patrick shakes his head, "Nun much, Royce." He looks around the general population of murders, thieves, pimps, drug dealers, murder suspects, DUI's, and abusers. Royce smiles half his teeth missing and most replaced with false due to a fight yesterday. "Did you get that lying, cheating bitch?"710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN4ai5NNYSr
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Patrick frowns and gets angry all over again, "Nah, man. She phoned help, after I told them two fools to make sure she had no way of communication. But, they either didn't listen or she had a backup phone."710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡroXhN8cG5H
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Royce titters and drums his fingers on the table, "Probably calling all those nigs she was fucking with and got pregnant by."710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHvairGCDSL
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Patrick scoffs knowing that was the truth. "Plus, where she get money to get a phone? Her lazy ass don't work at all. So how the fu-."710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbMlfmkBmtL
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"One of them fools she was messing with. She probably put it down on him so good that he bought her a phone and all those other things she got."710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEp3D8vJj1E
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Patrick continues to stare out into the population. "Yeah." His mind forming into a deeper hate for Aynslee; just from that information along. He blinks turning to Royce, "I am having it fixed right now. And hopefully they will actually kill that lying ass bitch instead of thinking or assuming that she's dead."
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