Behind Blue Eyes (13 page)

“Yes.” The phone clicked again.

“Jasmine, are we good?”

“Jason, of course we are!”

“You not tired of this life yet?”

“Naw, give me another thirty-five, forty years or so. Plus you haven’t parked your Harley in the living room yet.”

“Actually yeah I have, you were just at work when I did it,” Nuke laughed.

“Hmm, okay, for that you are stuck with me for an additional ten years so that takes us to fifty years and counting.”

“That sounds good.” Nuke genuinely smiled. Then the phone clicked again; time was running out. “Baby, I have to go. I love you lots! Be safe and don’t worry. I’ll hold you in my arms soon. I promise.”

“I love you lots, too, Jason!” Jasmine replied just as the call ended.

It broke his heart to hear her hurting because he’d made a dumb mistake and got caught up in some mess about his brother. Nuke hung up the phone. “I have to get the fuck out of here!” he moaned to himself.

He got up from his seat and he looked to the upper tier. He met Road Kill’s angry stare as he looked down on him. Nuke didn’t want to have to kill someone; he just wanted to go home.

It never bothered him before when he was arrested but now he had something to lose. If push came to shove and Road Kill made his move, Nuke would take him out, but he honestly hoped that it didn’t come to that.

***

Officer Young had been correct. Nuke got word from his lawyer two weeks later that the Feds were cutting him lose and he had less than forty-eight hours before he was to be released.  Since he’d gotten into gen. pop, everyone in the cell block knew about the bad blood between him and Road Kill. Not from his mouth but from Road Kill not being about to shut the hell up.

The last thing Nuke wanted was to catch a case while he was here. He wanted out. He needed to go home to his wife, his club.

The alarm sounded and Nuke got in line with the rest of the inmates waiting to enter the building. The door buzzed open and the inmates headed inside.

He was on his way back to his cell when Road Kill decided to approach him on a stairwell that had a blind spot. The kid had gotten a little smarter since they’d had their run-in. A little, not a lot.

Road Kill had seen one too many movies. You don’t talk before you try and kill someone. You walk up and do the deed. In and out, quick and easy.

He quietly approached Nuke from behind and stupidly yelled, “Race Traitor!” It was a bad move on his part.

Nuke spun around, raised his fist and slammed it right into the Road Kill’s face. Road Kill managed to slash Nuke across his ribs before Nuke hit him in the face again, causing him to drop his shank. His blood splattered against the wall and onto Nuke’s orange shirt, mixing with Nuke’s blood.

Road Kill grabbed his mouth as three teeth spilled into his hand. When he saw them, he began to scream like a little girl. Perhaps he was having a flashback to the last time Nuke beat his ass.

“HEL…” he attempted to cry out for someone.

It was too late; Nuke was pissed off. He picked up Road Kill as rage flooded through his body. He slammed him down onto the concrete, knocking the wind out of him. The alarms were ringing. Nuke could see the Special Emergency Response Team running down the hallway toward them in full gear. This was going to end badly. He’d messed up, and now he’d probably never go home.

“FUCK!” He was two days away from getting out, now this. “FUCK!” He punched Road Kill even harder. The he stood up and started stomping up and down on him. He got in ten good kicks. Then he pounced on Road Kill and bit a chunk off his right cheek off. As he spit the piece of flesh out onto the floor, the SERT team took him to the ground.

***

His punishment came swiftly and with a smile from the senior corrections officer. One hundred and eighty days in jail and on lockdown fifty-two of those days, which would be spent in segregation with no privileges. They included his time-served, leaving him with four months before he would be released. It felt more like four years.

The state was going after Road Kill on the assault and battery charge because he had used the shank first against Nuke, making him the aggressor.

It did not lessen the fact that Nuke had engaged in combat with a fellow prisoner even if it was self-defense. For the bite to Road Kill’s face, they only charged him with battery, a Class B misdemeanor. Along with serving extra time, he had been charged fines that totaled a thousand dollars.

It was just the thing the Feds had been looking for to hold him in jail a little longer. Nuke was lucky he didn’t get charged with assault and battery. His lawyer was the one who broke the news to the club. Through his lawyer, he requested that Amy be the one to let Jasmine know since he’d had his phone privileges taken away along with visitation.

Officer Young escorted him from general population back to the segregation unit. “You’re an idiot, you know that? Two days man, that’s all you had left. Two fucking days. I told you we had your back. You didn’t listen. Why didn’t you listen to what I told you? You were always being watched by someone that could have beaten his ass for you.”

“I didn’t see any help!” Nuke said as he twisted his wrist in the cuffs.

“How the hell you think the SERT team got there so fast before you killed him? Look, you don’t know me and I don’t know you but I do know this,” Officer Young began in a stern tone, “I’ve been a guard for almost six years now and I’ve seen it a million times already. Guys come in here for light duty, no time at all they really have to do. Next thing you know because of your fucking egos, you’re doing a ten-year bid or life over some bullshit. The wives, the girlfriends, the letters from them will slow down. The visits will become further and further apart until they stop altogether. Then one day you’ll get that letter. The one saying she needs to move on and attached are the divorce papers.” Officer Young stopped walking and turned to face Nuke.

“Ricky is my second cousin. I know all about you, man. I know why you and Road Kill have a beef. I heard he disrespected her and you beat his ass once before. If you love that woman like Ricky says you do, don’t fuck up no more in here! YOU HEAR ME? Protect yourself but be smart about it. Don’t catch a life bid and she end up divorcing your ass. She’ll start fucking one of your friends because he’s there for her to lean on and you’re not.”

Nuke turned and started walking as graphic images of Pipe in bed with Jasmine popped into his head and wouldn’t leave. He knew Pipe had a crush on her. His deepest fear was that it could turn into something else the longer he was out of the picture and the longer Jasmine felt alone.  He did trust her and Pipe, but things happen when a person feels abandoned. And sooner or later Jasmine would start to feel that way.

“If you want to fuck up Road Kill again, wait! Do it from the outside. We both know that it can be done. I’m not telling you how to handle your business but from what Ricky tells me, you’re an okay guy. Don’t let your temper and ego get you a life sentence when you can go home to your woman.”

Officer Young stopped his speech as they got to the segregation section and he turned Nuke over.

Nuke stood there while the paperwork on his exchange was signed. He looked back over his shoulder. “Officer Young!”

“What?”

“Did you really fuck up your knee in the third game of pro football you played?” Nuke asked.

Officer Young smiled and said, “Nope, it was the seventh game I played for the Colts and for seven games, I got NFL pussy!” He chuckled. “That was a beautiful thing!”

Nuke laughed. “Cool.”

The guards hustled Nuked down the hallway and into his one-man cell.

The door slammed, locking him inside his home for the next fifty-two days. He made his bunk, then laid down. He managed to push Pipe out of his mind and only filled it with images of Jasmine as he tried to relax.

He didn’t want to think about how he had to do more time. It was giving the Feds and the state time to come up with something to charge him with. The only reason Road Kill didn’t press charges was because he didn’t want it getting out that he was a snitch. They both hadn’t said who started the fight. It was all caught on the security camera.

Frustrated, Nuke closed his eyes and tried to block out the world. He needed his wife. The smell of her hair, her smile, the way she could make him laugh. He just wanted to hold her, taste her. Tell her he was sorry for all the drama.

His cock was getting hard the more he thought of her. He reached down and stroked it through the fabric. It felt good but not Jasmine good. The touch of her hand stoking him, the feel of her mouth sucking him. He could clearly picture her down on her knees, swallowing, gagging on his cock as she looked up at him with love in her eyes.

He was growing harder and harder. He slipped his hand down into his jailhouse pants and slowly started to stroke his cock and grab his balls with the other. He wished he could smell her.

The pre-cum oozed out of the head of his cock and he cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped his other hand around his cock. He began stroking up and down as he imagined Jasmine sucking down his cock with love and devotion in her eyes.

The sensation was building up in his cock and balls as the noise from outside his cell door increased. He blocked it out as he pictured himself sliding into her slick opening. He massaged the pre-cum over the head of his cock. It still couldn’t replace the wet, hot feeling of Jasmine’s mouth or pussy.

He started to stroke his cock harder until he could feel the pressure of an orgasm building up, wanting to explode. Then he stopped. He wanted the real thing, not his hand and imagination.

He needed to be inside of her, not spraying all over the jail cell floor. Nuke got up from the bunk and got down on the floor. He’d exercise the tension away.

Not Meant To Be

“Damn, he got into a fight for real? Oh my God, Jasmine, I’m so sorry!”

Jasmine nodded as she sat down at the nurses’ station. Nora leaned on the counter and stared down at her. “So what happens now?” she asked.

“He does his time.” Jasmine stared at the computer screen in front of her and sent for ER records on a patient who was coming in the next day for a follow-up.

Nora stood there uncomfortably for a moment. “I’m really sorry to hear that, Jasmine.”

Jasmine finally looked up at her. “Thanks.”

“Are you doing okay?”

Jasmine shook her head. “I’m mad and…just upset over the whole situation. I know he couldn’t have avoided it. I understand that. I’m just upset. He was two days away from coming home.”

Nora made a face in sympathy. “My ex-husband, he did eight years in OSP.”

Jasmine stopped charting and raised her eyes from the computer screen to Nora’s face. “Your ex-husband was in the Ohio State Penitentiary?” This surprised her. She and Nora did what Jasmine liked to call surface talk. They chatted daily, she came to the wedding and they joked about Pipe. But they’ve never really had a deep conversation. “What did he do time for?”

“He robbed a string of laundry mats.”

“Laundry mats?”

“Yeah, he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.” Nora shook her dark locks. Her brown hair was cut short like Halle Berry but with a slight curl. Her cocoa completion skin looked flawless against the dark blue dress she had on with matching wedge heals. “Idiot always had a bag of quarters,” Nora laughed. “Do you know how much you annoy people when you dump twenty dollars in change on a counter at the grocery store?”

Jasmine laughed. “Did you divorce him because he went to prison?”

“No, I divorced him because I married him when I was too young and I didn’t know any better. I got older and I changed. I went to college to better myself. He stayed the same. So what happens now?” Nora asked.

“I don’t know,” Jasmine replied, her sadness reflected in her voice.

“Are you thinking about divorcing him?”

“What? NO! Why would you ask that?”

Nora pointed to Jasmine’s hand. “You don’t wear your ring anymore.”

“Oh.” Jasmine didn’t give an explanation.

“Trust me, I get it. Even though I got my life together, there’s something about a man with an edge to him. Granted, my ex-husband could have been on Worlds’ Dumbest Criminals. I see the appeal of a bad boy. Then again I’m pretty screwed up. Can I ask you a personal question and please don’t get offended?”

“Usually when people say that it’s going to be something offensive,” Jasmine said and turned up the corners of her mouth.

Nora agreed. “Can I still ask?”

“Sure.”

“Do you ever get scared being in the clubhouse around those guys? Don’t get me wrong, you know I think Pipe is hot; most bikers are sexy as hell, but in reality, Nuke’s in a real club. They’re right up there with the big bad boys. He’s not some guy who rides a Honda on the weekends with his buddies. He’s twenty-four-seven MC lifestyle man. That comes with problems from the Feds and…Lord knows what else!”

“That’s not an offensive question. I get asked that a lot, actually,” Jasmine said as she forced a smile. “The first time I went to clubhouse, it was nothing like I thought it would be. A lot had gone down that day. Mainly though, I felt nervous, scared because Nuke had got into a fight about a month before with a guy that was trying to get into the club.”

“A fight about what?”

“About Nuke being with me. The guy felt that since Nuke is an officer in the club he was disrespecting the club and what it stands for by being with a black woman.”

“Damn, I didn’t know you and him had to go through some stuff like that.”

“Yeah, well, everyone has been pretty cool with me, though. I mean, they respect Nuke so they respect me.”

“That’s good.”

“The guys...all of them including Nuke, they’re not to be messed with. All of them are big on respect of all kinds. Nuke went over the rules for me to know about being around the club members and in the clubhouse.”

“Have you been to the clubhouse since he’s been locked up?”

“Yeah, a couple of times.”

“It didn’t bother you being there without him?”

“It felt a little weird. I don’t know if it was because Nuke wasn’t there or if it was just me.” She paused before she asked, “Would you like to come to the clubhouse with me sometime?”

Nora smiled. “Will Pipe be there?”

“Nine point nine times out of ten, yes.”

“He’s cute, really cute but I know I’m not his type, I’m sure. I would like to see the inside of a real biker’s clubhouse, though,” she cackled. “When I drive by their compound, you can’t see shit through their fence.” She laughed again.

Jasmine grinned with a nod. “Tell you what, when Nuke gets out, more than likely there’ll be some kind of a party. You can come if you like. Who knows, you might see someone else that tickles your fancy.”

“Me at a Hells Vipers party? Damn that will be a story to tell!”

“Yep!”

“What do you wear to one of their parties?” A serious look was on Nora’s face.

“Clothes,” Jasmine laughed.

“You’re not being helpful!” Nora frowned.

“Technically clothing is optional.” She started laughing. “Alright, wear clothing that shows off your curves and are easily removed.”

“I have curves on top curves, I call it fat!” Nora self-consciously touched her stomach.

“When I met Nuke, I didn’t think he’d find me attractive either, but I was wrong. I was too scared to ride on the back of his bike. I thought I’d make us tip over.” Jasmine chuckled.

“You got the right amount of curves, like one of those pin-up girls from the fifties.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes. “I’m a hamburger away from a new wardrobe one size up! Just come to the party and have fun.”

“You just don’t want to be the only black chick there anymore,” Nora joked.

“Oh, please, the Snake Swallowers – it’s like thirty-one flavors with them women. I’m not always the only black woman on the premises.”

“You’re the only old lady!” Nora added.

“Girl, look at you, using biker lingo!” Jasmine laughed again.

“More to me than you know! You and Nuke, you two are a cute couple, you really are. The way you look at each other. I want that one day.”

“Thanks. I do love his crazy ass!” They both chuckled.