Chapter 3 FEAR FOR HOGAN

While Angelina was deciding what next step of action she would take, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps. It was coming from the side of the building where she was, and it was steadily approaching her position.

"If there's anything I have learned from my three years as a detective," She told herself. "It's that information is the most valuable asset anyone can ever have. A chance to gain knowledge that could later prove substantial must not be ignored, and also life is needed to utilize knowledge. I do not need to just get this information, I also have to stay alive. Therefore, it's time I resort to the other method."

As fast as she could, she removed a gun from her bag, it was the same gun she had emptied the clip earlier. She quickly inserted the clip in and as fast as she could, she fired a few shots in the air.

Immediately, pandemonium erupted. People began to run everywhere frantically. The person who was approaching the building heard the shots. He was a tall man of roughly 190 centimeters, he was dressed in a black overall, the details of his face was hidden under the cap that he wore.

He dashed to the building but it was too late, whosoever fired the bullet had vanished. What was left before the door was the dead body of the man who had tried to subdue Angelina earlier, and the body of the woman that was married to the guard who had been killed.

"This is bad," he muttered to himself.

Angelina ran as fast as she could, she had found a way to mix with the crowd, she passed by the assassin while she was running outside. She would have loved to identify him but he hid his appearance, he was a good killer. He knew how important keeping a low profile was.

Angelina stopped when she had gotten to the subway, she bent down as she kept panting.

After taking a few deep breaths, she got to her feet and looked at the phone. The person who had called was Rob-1, he had sent a message which read;

"Hey, Bobby. Why don't u pick, found this chick, she is totally into u. Meet at the usual hangout by 5. Don't be late, hahaha, just kidding, come anytime you want."

"This shouldn't be too difficult," she told herself. "Now, I just need to find out where the hangout is. I have two names which would aid me in that, Bobby and Rob-1."

She felt her stomach rumbling, she hadn't eaten anything since the day began. "But before I do that, I have to get something to eat. I will pay Mikey a visit before then, see how he's doing."

Michael was dressed in black and white overalls, A warden was escorting him to a cell. His two arms had been cuffed. "You know," Michael began. "I can't help but think you guys don't like me."

The warden shot him a sarcastic look but he didn't say anything. "I mean, fucking come on. When you white ass bastards get arrested, y'all first get into a nice comfy slammer in the station. Why the hell am I being escorted to a fucking cell when the judge hasn't given a verdict? Who does that?"

"Have you looked into the mirror lately?" The warden finally spoke.

"Yeah, I do, and damn I look good."

"Well, you look that way to yourself but not to the rest of us. No judge in New York is going to give you anything short of ten years imprisonment, and no reasonable lawyer in this part of the city will be willing to take your case."

"True that."

"So I think you can understand why we are putting you here. It's no use locking you in a station when you will eventually wind up in the slammer. You should thank those two cops who brought you here, they are helping you get accustomed here."

"I didn't kinda ask for that help," Michael sighs. "I heard something about jail, something about men getting their asses rimmed. Please, tell me it's not true."

"Relax kid," the warden gave out a hearty laugh as if to assure him that all would be well. "What do you think? That everyone in jail is a bunch of savages, that we just sit back and let the stronger convicts bully the weaker convicts, and have sex with them against their will..."

"Whoo, that's a relief," Michael sighs.

"...Cause if that's what you are thinking, then you are absolutely correct." The Warden ended with an evil grin. "In prison, there are two kinds of people; those who give the D and those who get it. There are many white Meatheads here who love black asses. Most of the negros we had, committed suicide out of intense trauma so there's high demand for black asses nowadays, you are going to fit in here quite nicely."

The warden ends, moving over to a door, he unlocks it and motions for Michael to come. Michael was shivering, he was afraid. He was going to get fucked in jail. When he got to the warden, the warden unlocked his cuffs.

"About what you said earlier, please tell me you are joking," Michael asked with what he hoped was a pitiful face as he entered the cell.

"You will have your reply after your bath tomorrow. Piece of advice, make sure there's only one guy around when you drop the soap," The warden grinned, locking the door. He gave an evil laugh as he walked away.

"He's probably just doing that to scare me," Michael reassures himself. "Jokes on him, cause I ain't scared at all," he turns behind him. A tall white bald muscular man was sitting on the lower bunk. He got to his feet, he was over seven feet tall, there was a tattoo of a lion drawn all over his face, he walked towards Michael.

Michael could feel his body shivering, he struggled to maintain his demeanor but it was difficult when such a hunky meathead was coming towards him.

"It's been a while since I tasted black meat," he began, raising his arm, he groped Michael's ass. "I can't wait to savor you."

Michael jumped back, using the door of the prison cell, he used it to propel himself in the air, and with all the force he could muster, he connected a punch to the White man's jaw.

The White man was unfazed, he looked as if he wasn't hit at all.

Michael could feel his knees buckling against each other. The white man swung his right arm, it connected to Michael's face sending his body sprawling towards the ground.

The white man turned in his direction, there was a devious smile on his face. Michael did a kip-up as he quickly got to his feet, he could feel sweat breaking from his forehead, he struggled to maintain eye contact.

What could he do against this behemoth?

(Meanwhile);

Angelina was walking along an alleyway, she had just left the police station. Apparently, her partner had not been detained in the station, like every other suspect that would be put on trial. He had been unlawfully transferred to the state prison. She had to get to her partner as fast as possible, she knew Michael, he was very good at sneaking things in. She was confident Michael had snuck some money into prison.

"Hehe," Angelina heard a masculine voice, she looked before her. There was a dirty hobo in front of her, he reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. Angelina struggled not to puke, behind her were two men with similar appearances.

"I don't know the way to the public bath if that's what you intend to ask me," She says bluntly.

"Her a'out you hav' a ba'h wich me, darl," the man in front of her spoke.

"I am occupied at the moment," Angelina answers.

"Yer don't u'ddersand, he wusn't arking," came the voice of the man behind her.

"Her a'out we ra'e yer right now, and tek yer valubles," the last man spoke.

Angelina didn't reply, she maintained her position. The three men ran towards her at once. Angelina dove out of the way, she rolled on the ground, and as fast as she could, she pulled the Glock from her handbag.

Standing to her feet, she pointed her weapon at the three men.

"I think I will be the one taking your valuables today!" She ended with a flair of finesse.

"Aright, yer hard da lady," the tallest of the three men said.

The remaining two men grumbled, they removed knives from their pockets, and with their other arm, they pulled down their trousers, they were trying to slit off their genitals.

"Wait!" Angelina stopped them, she had an aghast look on her face. "What are you doing?"

"Yer said yer wunted our valubles."

"An' eerieone knos a man's valubles are his privates."

"Ooh God, not that kinda valuables," Angelina pats her head disappointedly. "Just hand over your money."

A few minutes later, Angelina came out of the alleyway, she was counting wads of cash. "I had seen those hobos staring at me earlier, it was apparent from their eye color, and the rapid movements that they were intoxicated. I just needed to go into a corner, I knew they would be stupid enough to think they could corner me. Once, I saw they had fallen for the bait, I just needed to play my cards right and now, I have a bit of cash. I will pay a visit to Michael, see how he's doing before I continue with the investigation."

Angelina quickly raised her right arm, a cab pulled over close to her, she entered into it, and the cab drove away. It stopped a few meters away from the state prison. "This is as far as I can go," The cab driver said.

"I know," Angelina said as she highlighted from the vehicle, she paid him, and afterward, he drove away.

Angelina kept walking until she came in front of the building. There was a a Caucasian man by the side of the gate.

"State your business," he began.

"I am here to see a prisoner," Angelina begins. "He goes by the name Michael Dicapprio. He was transferred today from the local police station."

"Sorry lady," The man at the gate says. "But visiting hours are 12 to 4. Come back tomorrow."

"You wanna do this legal?" Angelina narrowed her gaze at him. "We both know his transfer here was anything but legal, he's yet to be tried in the court of law. If I decide to take this legal, you and the rest of your troupe are looking at a good amount of jail time. Only that this time, you will be inside bars."

"You sure speak tough for a woman."

"Jude Hones," The man trembled at the mention of the name. Angelina noticed that, she smiled as she continued. "It's good you know that name. He's my elder brother, and I am sure you are pretty aware of what he can do and undo. Getting the best lawyers in the country is no hassle for him. Are you sure you wanna go down this road?"

"Look lady," The man began. "I don't want no trouble but regarding this, my hands are tied. If you can say you are here as his lawyer, I'd be able to whip up a meeting between you and him, think we can do that?"

"I will manage," she answers him.

(Meanwhile at State Prison);

Michael fell to the ground again, he had been trying for nearly an hour to topple the tall Caucasian muscle-bound man to the ground but he kept failing. It had gotten to a point where the white man had begun laughing when he saw how pathetic Michael was compared to his brute strength.

"Just relax," the white man had an evil smile. "I want to get a fresh taste. After tomorrow morning, the others would have gotten a taste and you wouldn't be so fresh anymore, I have to try it while it's still fresh."

"I don't care," Michael began panting as he got to his feet. 'That Linda bitch, if I knew this was what all these was gonna lead to. I would have never accepted her invite to that party but I gotta admit, the drinks were nice, and that stripper, damn, she got the sleekest moves.'

"I don't know if you have noticed," he laughed. "But what you care about isn't going to affect the outcome of this situation in the slightest."

"Not even with a little cash," Michael grins as he pulls out a wad of 50 dollars from his back pocket. "I heard they are really helpful in jail."

"Na, don't need it. I can easily bully some other weak idiot if I need anything."

"What about massages!" Michael tried to sound as enthusiastic as he could. "I give the best of it. Twenty minutes of my service and your back would be feeling as relaxed as never before."

"You make a tempting offer but what I want now is a way to relieve my sexual tension," He began as he walked towards him. "There are two ways to go about this. Willingly, that would be a lot of painless, and who knows, I might even throw in some nice styles, you will surely enjoy it. Or we could go the other way, and we both know that would be a pain in the ass for one of us."

"Pain in the ass," Michael grinned childishly. "I see what you did there. You ever thought about going into stand-up comedy."

"Don't try and distract me, you are in for it, you are gonna get rimmed tonight."

He began approaching Michael when a warden appeared before the cell; it was the same Warden that had escorted Michael earlier. He wore an evil smile, he had an idea of what had probably been going on.

"Relax, Hogan," the Warden said. "You'd soon have all the fun you want with him. Right now, the kid has got his lawyer waiting for him."

"So you wanna lawyer up," Hogan sneered at Michael. "I am surprised you were able to win the heart of any lawyer with your crappy pitch but one thing is sure, you aren't gonna win this case no matter how good your lawyer is. I will make you my bitch during your tenure in prison, you have my word."

"It's good to hear," Michael quickly ran towards the door. "But I think I would be taking my leave right about now."

Both Hogan and the warden let out a chuckle, seeing Michael act like that was amusing to say the least. The door was opened, and as fast as he could, Michael ran out.

"Relax," The warden told him. "You are going to get the D whether you like it or not. Your product is sort of in high demand."

"What about if I don't wanna sell?"

"I don't think you get to decide that here. It's the consumers who decide that. I didn't know you were rich enough to afford such a hottie like that."

"What do you mean?" Michael asked, the warden came behind him, and cuffed his two arms together.

"Come on, don't play dumb with me. I saw your lawyer, she's hot as fuck. She has got this nice ass, and these voluptuous tits, when I saw that chick, I was like Fuuuck."

"Must have been one of those bitches I rimmed at Linda's party, I wonder how she got my contact," Michael thought to himself as he put up his most flirty smile. "It's me, man, what do ya expect," Michael grinned at the warden. "Tell you what, if you escort me to a better cell where I don't always have to deal with that bastard. Preferably, one with a shorter and weaker person, I might just get you to have a fall in with the hottie."

"Alright, I got you, man," The warden grinned. "We got a deal."

'Fortune favors the bold,' Michael smiles to himself. He and the warden have soon passed across a corner.

He looked in the distance, there was an empty table, standing at one end of the table was Angelina and the other seat was empty.

"Fuck!" Michael blurted out.

"See, even you gotta say fuck, that's how hot this bitch is," The warden grins maliciously as he begins to uncuffs Michael.

Michael swallowed as hard as he could, he walked over to her. "Angel, what's popping?"

"Lemme guess, you promised the warden he would get to sleep with me," Angelina narrowed her gaze at him as if trying to penetrate through his soul.

"It would appear that way," Michael said as he took a seat. "You look like a wreck. What happened to you?"

"Turns out my clientele wasn't as it seemed. I nearly got killed twice today."

"Tell me you got a lead, at least."

"You should know me by now. In any case, I always got a lead."

"Alright, that's assuring. I will try, and convince the warden that he won't be getting coochy from you till like two days later. You have got to solve this case before then and get me the fuck outta here."

"Are you trying to take a commandeering tone with me?" She asked. "Last I checked, all this is your fault."

"How? The stuff went down in New York and we was perfectly happy in New Dakota. You was the one who insisted we got our asses down here just cause you needed a few mula."

"I am guessing you are yet to inhale the true life of prison," Angelina shifted closer to him. "Cause when you do, your tone would be different. I will put a halt to this investigation for a week, then when I come back, depending on your tone, I would know if I should permanently stop or resume the case."

"Come on!" Michael sighs tiredly. "Forgive my earlier outbursts. I nearly got raped today, and I have a feeling it's only gonna get worse from here. To be honest, I am scared."

"Now, who's a pained bitch?" Angelina laughed.

"I am."

"Good answer."

"So will you help me?"

"I sorta don't have a choice, the meeting with the clientele was a bait, I am also a target."

"This sucks."

"Don't worry," Angelina gets to her feet. "I am gonna solve this mystery but before I go, you have any idea who could be the mastermind behind this?"

"Linda invited me to the party where I stole the necklace before I was eventually caught. If you can get an audience with her, I am sure you would get the information you are looking for."

"Great, that information would be quite useful," Angelina grinned as she walked out, she looked in the warden's direction and shot him a flirty wink. The warden turned in Michael's direction, he shot thumb-ups in his direction.