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- Herausgeber: via tolino media
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Jamal, a man born in Nigeria, ends up in court with his longtime friend Rey Rey on suspicion of bank robbery. While Jamal remains loyal to their friendship, he experiences the greatest betrayal of his life: Rey Rey does not appear in prison garb, but in a fine suit – as the key witness against him. Jamal is sentenced to life imprisonment and is broken inside by the fact that his closest confidant has snitched on him. In prison, Jamal struggles with pain, betrayal, and the search for meaning. Years later, his girlfriend Lakisha visits him – but she is not alone. At her side is Rey Rey, of all people, who has now taken Jamal's place at Lakisha's side. As if that weren't enough, Rey Rey Junior, Rey Rey's son, also appears – and even he reveals signs of betrayal. Jamal experiences an abyss of human disappointment that shocks even the guards and fellow inmates. But fate takes a turn when Rey Rey himself ends up behind bars – this time betrayed by his own son. While Jamal is now respected like a king in prison, he encounters his arch-enemy there once again. At his side are loyal fellow prisoners such as the giant Teebo and the clever Ali. Together they confront Rey Rey, and Jamal gets his belated revenge. Rey Rey must now experience betrayal, shame, and power imbalance himself—in a brutal but absurd twist that shows the relationship between loyalty, friendship, and betrayal in a grotesque light. The story combines drama, black comedy, and exaggerated characters. It raises questions about trust, betrayal, and the price of loyalty—while at the same time telling a biting, almost satirical tale of everyday prison life, where power, pain, and irony go hand in hand.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Jamal and Rey Rey
Chapter 1
The harsh light in the interrogation room flickered softly. Jamal sat on a cold metal chair, his hands cuffed, his eyes vacant. Just hours earlier, they had dragged him out of his apartment—he now stood accused of robbing a bank with his best friend, Rey Rey.
Jamal was thirty-one, born in Nigeria, and built like a giant, nearly two meters tall. Now he wore the bright orange of a prisoner. The color burned in his eyes like a brand.
Across from him sat a police officer, speaking in a weary voice: “Jamal, if you cooperate with us, it’ll work in your favor. I promise you that.”
Jamal slowly lifted his head, his voice rough with anger. “Cooperate? You mean betray my brother? I’m no traitor. And Rey Rey least of all. I know he’s in the next room. He won’t talk. You know why? Because that’s who we are. That’s who we are.”
He crossed his middle and index fingers, raising his hand like an oath—a silent sign of trust.
The officer growled, stood, and stared at Jamal. “We’ll see about that.”
Then he left. Jamal sat alone, mocking the sound of the officer’s footsteps. But deep inside, fear churned in his chest.
A few days later, the trial began. The courtroom was packed, the air heavy. The judge’s gavel struck. “All rise for the defendants.”
Jamal searched the room—and froze. Rey Rey was there. But not in orange. Not a prisoner. He wore a perfectly tailored blue suit, a white shirt, and glasses. He looked at once familiar and utterly foreign.
“Rey Rey?” Jamal’s voice broke. “Is that you?”
Rey turned his head away, as though Jamal had never existed.
Jamal stepped forward, shouting: “No, no! Look at me! I know you saw me! Why… why are you wearing a suit?”
Rey only adjusted his glasses in silence, avoiding his eyes.
“Since when do you even wear glasses?” Jamal’s voice cracked. “I’ve known you twenty years—I’ve never once seen you in glasses!”
But Rey remained silent. He shook his head, as if erasing every year of their friendship.
“Where’s your prison clothes?” Jamal gasped. “Did you betray me? Say it! Answer me, Rey Rey!”
Rey lifted his gaze to the ceiling, as though something above mattered more than Jamal’s desperate pleas.
“There’s nothing up there!” Jamal raged, his voice trembling with pain. “Stop looking away! Talk to me!”
Before he could shout again, the officer from the interrogation stepped out. Grinning, he laced his fingers together, mimicking Jamal’s gesture. “We’re like this, Jamal, we’re like this! Hahaha.”
His laughter cut through the courtroom like a blade. Then he said, cold and merciless: “Rey walks out a free man. You, Jamal—you’ll spend the rest of your life staring at concrete walls. Life without parole.”
The courtroom murmured in shock. Jamal stumbled back, desperately searching Rey Rey’s face. “You heard that? Tell me it isn’t true!”
At last, Rey lifted his head. His voice was calm, almost casual: “If it comforts you… I already put #freeJamal in my Insta bio.”
Jamal’s heart shattered. A single tear slid down his cheek. Twenty years of friendship—erased in a single sentence.
Barely audible, he whispered: “No… I can’t… I can’t do this.”
With heavy steps, he sank back into his seat. The world blurred around him. The judge’s words, the murmur of the crowd—everything faded into a distant roar. Only one thing remained clear.
The verdict.
Life without parole.
Chapter 2
A few years had passed. Jamal was still behind bars. His body had grown broader, his stare colder. A skull tattoo now stretched across his cheek—a silent vow etched into his skin after Rey Rey’s betrayal.
