A few blocks away from Malo's residence, teenagers were busy throwing a party. The music was blasting through the walls, shaking the glass windows while base tones vibrated right through the concrete floor.
A normal house party? Obviously not.
It was mainly the Oakland basketball team members. Red plastic cups were scattered all over the lawn, and loud, rowdy groups of players were shoved into the living room, shouting over the noise.
"They say when people go to jail, they get stronger than they were before, but it feels like you've gotten weaker after visiting prison. Instead of working on your strength, you just grew bigger for nothing," a blonde boy said as the others around him started laughing at the huge dude standing in front of him. He held his cup tight, looking up with a mocking grin while his friends nudged each other.
It was Peamah they were laughing at.
