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“You’re infuriating.” She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let her go. When she moved to slap me, I blocked her hit. I towered over her, and she cowed as she saw she’d fucked up.
“Listen to me, Kenna.” My voice was eerily calm. “I know where our fights lead us, and as much as I might want to be inside you right now, be careful.” I jerked her toward me. “Because I will destroy you.”
Her face fell into an expression I couldn’t read, and she pulled her hand out of my grip. “You already have.” She grabbed one of my dress shirts from the back of a chair, covered herself up, and left. d.
Simon
My prison life had become a game of dodgeball. I constantly had to dodge the monsters who wanted their way with me, and I grew exhausted with all the hiding. I had little protection, and they knew it. I soon found solace in the library. Who would have thought they had one? The library was huge, and they had an entire wing designated just to books on the law. I had to laugh at that one. Given that I was a model inmate, I soon earned the respect of Sprinkles, the manager, who just so happened to be best friends with CM, my cellmate.
I remembered the day I asked the manager why he was called Sprinkles. He just smiled and said he added that extra little touch to those who stood in his gang’s way. The image that passed through me sent goosebumps. I quit asking about nicknames after that.
I eyed CM as he thumbed through a law book and scribbled something down in his notebook. He always had that book tucked in his breast pocket.
“Curiosity will get you killed in here.” He didn’t look up, so he must have felt me watching him. “Go ahead and ask.”
The load of books in my arms was heavy, so I started to stack them as I spoke. “How much time do you have left?” I pushed my glasses farther up my nose. “Here, I mean.”
“I can leave at any time.” He shrugged, and I chuckled, but when he looked up, I saw something flash across his face.
“I guess I could, too, but I don’t want to be shot or thrown into the hole like you were just in last month.”
He closed his notebook, tucked it away, and moved closer. “See this?” He pulled up his sleeve and pointed to a part of his tattoo. “That symbol right there?” I nodded. “That means I’m a recruiter. I pop in and out of prison to check on my men here and the new guys coming in.”
“For your club?” I tried to follow.
“Yes, my club.” He smiled like he thought it was cute I called it a club. “I wasn’t in the hole. I was in west Los Angeles checking on a,” he tilted his head as he thought, “client who got himself into a real bad situation.”
A smile broke out across my face when I realized he was playing me. “You had me there.” I chuckled.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I don’t.” I lowered my voice when a guard came in with his lunch. “It’s impossible.”
He jumped up on the table, and I held my breath, waiting for the guard to snap at him. “Nothing is impossible when you have money. We,” he tapped his tattoo, “have money. Lots of it, in fact.”
“How?” I shook my head and thought how crazy this all sounded. “Who are you, really?”
He pursed his lips and studied my face. “So, are you ready to share who you really are?”
I pulled my glasses off and used a rag to clean them. I needed a moment to think. “Why do I get the impression you knew who I was before I stepped into our cell?”
“He said you were smart.” He grinned.
“Who?”
“Come.” He chin-pointed to the door. “We should talk, but not here.”
Ijumped back to the present as Cameron tossed open the door to his office, then I slammed into his back as he stopped short. I bounced off his heavy body, but he didn’t turn around.
“What the fuck happened to you?” he barked at someone I couldn’t see. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jesse, Grim’s right-hand man, turn swiftly on his heel and head in the opposite direction. That was odd.
The sound of a bullet being pushed into the chamber pulled my attention immediately back to the office.
“Whoa!” Cameron dropped his bag and raised his hands. “What the hell?”
I shimmied around Cameron and saw a badly beaten Sonny sitting in one of the chairs. He had a gun pointed in our direction.
“This, you fat, fucking ass, was meant for you!” he shouted as I slowly closed the door. I didn’t want to give Jesse a reason to head back this way.
