Free Abuse of Chikara (book 1) by Stanley Cowens Page A

been his inability to shoot his films in prison.
    He had made the major mistake of thinking the gangs in Chicago were the same as the ones in Mexico. In Mexico, they didn’t tell the police anything no matter what. Loose lips didn’t sink ships in Mexico unless they wanted themselves, their relatives and friends killed. No such luck with the gangster apostles he had hired. One of them had ratted him out to cut a deal on his own crimes. He did have a lot of fun shooting his films in Chicago, though. He had gotten some great shots of Sears Tower.The Bean and different buildings downtown. His film had been about two African American boys abandoned by their parents, growing up on the streets and raised by gangbangers..These real-life gangbangers had proven to be a valuable source of information for his films, offering all sorts of feedback on the storyline. They had no problems acting out the murders, rapes and home invasion in his films as many of the “actors” had been doing these things long before they met him. They even had a signature look that had played well on film. The thugs would poke holes in sweaters; turn them around when it was time for action.
    It had been a good run making his films, but now it was time to go eat lunch. Nick could eat with pretty much any one at any table. He was something of a celebrity in here. He was cool with all the different races of people in here. It was kind of unfortunate that he couldn’t walk around unnoticed because of the publicity in the paper and the news. Strange how he had a much larger following now. People paid good money to purchase his films. He even had some film producers asking him to write scripts under a false pen name of course. Not to mention all the pussy he had gotten in prison. Yep, he had banged at least four black female prison guards. He had always been good at sweet-talking women of any race, and these woman were no different. Women loved powerful men and it did not matter if you were a rich businessman or a thug drug dealer. Good or bad. Powerful men were exciting and excited them. The mere mention of his name got woman hot and ready to come out of their clothing. He had gotten so much tail in prison that he had started turning it down. It was unfortunate that he had gotten at least two of them pregnant. Guess they would have to get with some simple motherfuckers and pass it off as theirs.
    Miguel was waving for him to come over to his table and eat with him. “Hey Nick, got an amazing offer for you man.” Beckoning for him to come closer Miguel starts whispering in his ear. “I know a guy who wants to get you out of here. He’s a big fan of your films and wants to see your work continue.”
    “Hell yeah, I’m all for it.”
    “There is one catch, this person wants to pick the target of your next film.”
    “Look, if you can get me out of here to shoot again, I’m all for it.”
    “This guy’s going to get you transferred to another prison, but en route you’re going to escape. I’ll go over the details with you later, so be ready.”
    A chance to shoot his films again was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. Rumor was that Miguel had contacts with the police, politicians, gangs, and just about most of the major players in Chicago. Nick didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but one thing had been bothering him was about all these rumors he kept hearing about Miguel having so much pull.
    “Hey Miguel, I’ve been wondering about something?”
    “Go ahead and shoot amigo.”
    “If you have so much pull, then why are you still in prison?”
    Miguel smiles a big toothy grin and rubs his face before answering.
    “I like being in prison, it’s where all my homies are at. Not to mention, I can sell drugs here and smuggle in illegal shit just like I did back on the streets. The fucking prison guards are easier to bribe than the cops. Lastly, it’s fucking fun in here, what’s better than whipping the shit out of white boys, opening