The two made their way towards the large black man who had the tattoo on his shoulder. He looked up at them and tapped the prison guard. The guard stood up, dusted off his ass and pulled out his nightstick.

"Something I can help you ladies with?" The guard asked.

"We're here to talk," Tasha replied.

"About what?" The guard asked.

"Who you? You speaking for the black man?" Tasha shot back.

"Excuse me? You're looking for a beating aren't you?"

"Hey, hey man, chill," the man with the long braided hair said.

"You're the leader of this little gang here I'm guessing?" Tasha asked.

The black man smiled and took a puff of his cigarette and leaned back. He gave a small nod, his eyes glancing at Mason and his crew.

"Maybe I am, what's it to you?" He asked.

"Rick?" Ellen asked.

Tasha looked at Ellen, a look of confusion on her face. The black men sat up straight, surprised.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

Ellen bit her lower lip, her heart racing as she saw the large black man glaring at her. It was as if he was looking right through her.

"Are you Rick?" Ellen repeated.

"The fuck is this? You fuckin' playin' a game on me man?" The black man asked, tapping the guard's leg.

"The fuck, you trying to blame me? These girls are new. I saw Mason and Tyrone hanging out at their cell," the guard replied.

"Mason and his crew huh? What, you been asked to try and shank me or some shit? You're doing a fuckin' horrible job," the black man said angrily.

"I'm just checking. I'm from your hood, East Jefferson... well, if you're Rick," Ellen answered.

"East Jefferson huh? Shit, I never seen you before."

"I left for a while. My dad was Peter Welsh," Ellen said.

"Who the fuck is that?"

"Peter... Uh... Paste White Pete," Ellen said.

The black man laughed and clapped his hands. He leaned back again and took a hit from his cigarette. He nodded and looked over at the guard, giving him a look. The prison guard nodded and walked off.

"Paste White Pete... fuck, I haven't seen that cracka in years," he said.

He stood up and extended a hand.

"You got me, Big Bull Rick. You are?"

"Tasha."

"Ellen."

"Fuck, how is my hood doin'?" Rick asked.

"Still the same. Jenkins is still rocking the hood," Ellen replied.

"Damn nigga, I knew he'd be kickin' it. Shit. How is Paste White Pete by the way?"

"He... he passed away," Ellen replied.

"Aw shit, that's always painful. Hate losin' family. Lost one of cuz's before I came up in here," Rick said.

"So them niggas over there tried to recruit us. They were talkin' about bein' the owners of this cell block," Tasha informed.

"Yeah? Mason and his crew? Fuckin' dumbass niggas. I own this block!" Rick shouted, making sure Mason could hear.

"So, how's a couple of girls like us get up in your crew?" Tasha asked.

"You girls want to get in my crew huh?" Rick asked.

Tasha shrugged. "Maybe."

"Shit, two sexy ladies like you? I think you know the answer to your question," Rick said.

"Lookin' to get your cock sucked?" Tasha asked.

"More than that. And my crew needs servicin' too. You ladies in?"

Tasha looked at Ellen, and then turned her head towards Mason. Mason shook his head and gave them the finger.

"I'm in. How about you girl?" Tasha asked.

Ellen hesitated. This was not part of the job. She was hoping that Tasha would do most of the heavy lifting. Rick turned to his crew and waved them in.

"Hey niggas, get over here, we got an initiation up in here!" Rick yelled out.

Rick's crew of black men slowly sauntered over towards the two women. Ellen flinched as the men slowly surrounded both of them.

"Whoa, whoa, shit, that one's mine. You guys share the other one," Rick said as he pointed at Tasha.

"What... wait, wait a second," Ellen said.

"As much as I like white girls, I love me my black girls. And you look like a nasty freak," Rick said.

Tasha slowly made her way towards Rick, shaking her hips seductively. She looked back at Ellen and paused.

"You gonna be okay?" Tasha asked.

Ellen looked around at the group of black men. Her heart raced as the black men licked their lips and surrounded her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go through with this. Rick tilted his head and looked at her.

"You not in? I'll just call them niggas back," he said.

Ellen gritted her teeth. This was her only chance to get close to Rick. Failure here would mean that she would never get near Rick again. Worst yet, it would mean she'd have no protection.

"No... uh... no, I'm good. How do we do this?" Ellen asked.

"You and my niggas are about to have some fun. Just follow them," Rick said.

Ellen nodded. Rick's crew led Ellen towards an outdoor bathroom. There was a group of white guys hanging out at the entrance. One glare at them from the black men forced them to move out of the way.

"Fuckin' traitor," one of them muttered.

"What you say cracka?!" One of the black men shouted.

The white men flinched and backed away. Ellen followed behind the black men, entering the dirty bathroom. The interior was even uglier, stains lining up the floors and walls. The doors to the toilet stalls were gone. There was a dirty piece of metal on the wall, acting as a mirror.

The black men slowly pulled off their clothes. One of them locked the door and grinned at her. Ellen looked around, counting about six different black men in the bathroom with her. Each of them were large and muscular, looking as if they were etched out of marble.