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Knowing I had to act fast before one connected hard enough to render me unconscious, I locked my knees around the man’s torso and hoisted him up and over my body into the bathroom wall. Like a stone slung from a trebuchet, his skull, which was a mere six inches from the brick, cracked sickeningly against it.

Rolling to my side, I took a second to catch my breath before gaining my feet. The bathroom door opened then, and Becker peeked inside.

Glaring at the man with all the animalistic rage and anger that surfaces during a fight, I panted and said, “I’m all done in here. I’m ready to see the Warden now.”

Swallowing visibly, Becker shot his gaze around the room where three Nazi losers lay moaning and or unconscious.

“What are those guys doing in here? They’re not supposed to be out of their cells,” he asked with mock indignation.

My murderous expression locked onto his frightened one. “I found them like that. You might want to do something about it.”

Becker didn’t move. “Sure. But I’m going to need to take you back to your cell before I call the infirmary.”

“That’s what I thought,” I mumbled, wiping my bloody mouth onto the sleeve of my jumpsuit. “So much for my meeting with the Warden.”

“Yeah, well, that’s going to have to be postponed until I deal with this,” Becker said, in an obvious attempt to cover his lie.

“Do what you have to do,” I stated, knowing full well there'd never been any meeting. It had all been a ploy to teach me a lesson.

It didn't matter though. As soon as I got out, I’d get back at Pecker for everything he’d done. Both for Evie and for me.

Walking back to my cell, I smiled big, envisioning all the ways I would make this loser pay when I got out of this hell hole in just two short days.

* * *

Evie

I high-tailed it out of the prison as soon as everything was cleaned up after class. Too cowardly to face Becker after the incident in the hallway, I’d cut Garrity two gigantic slices of cake and asked him to give one to the younger guard for me.

Though I doubted any cake was good enough for someone to forgive a knee to the balls, I tried to convince myself the matter was over now.

Besides, what had the man expected? Did he really think I’d want to make out with him in the empty halls of a prison? Yuck! That wasn’t exactly a fantasy of mine. I didn’t know any woman who’d be turned on by that.

However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wouldn’t have had such strong objections if inmate Wilmont had been the one to try and kiss me. If the handsome, tattooed biker had me up against the wall the way Becker had, his muscular arms surrounding me and those beautiful aqua eyes staring deeply into mine, nothing short of a wailing fire alarm would have stopped me from kissing him right back!

Damn, that man got to me! Deciding I needed to cool down and forget the musclebound Adonis before I started doubling down on dumb, I located Bobby’s cell number and hit the call button. I hadn’t spoken to my friend in a few days, and I wanted to check in on her to see how she was doing and if there was anything she needed from the store.

Unfortunately, Bobby didn’t answer and I had to leave her a message instead. Grabbing my purse and keys, I decided I would try back later and head to the store to pick up the final ingredients on my list for the Devil’s Riders party.

Surprisingly, I was kind of looking forward to the event. And not just for the paycheck, but for the socializing aspect. Though I was only twenty-two, I didn’t party like most people my age. I was too busy working multiple jobs and trying to keep the lights on to party at all.

Sighing, I dug through my purse for my shopping list and slung my bag over my shoulder. Making sure to lock the door behind me, I headed out to the bargain grocery store down the street as I considered what a motorcycle club party would be like to attend.

* * *

Cantiville Federal Corrections, Cantiville Nevada

Bishop

Hawk was leaning against the hood of his car as the gates of Cantiville closed behind me. I’d been released today and was going home to my Club. Taking a deep breath of fresh air for the first time in months, my muscles began to slowly relax and the tension in my shoulders to unfurl.

“Jesus Christ!” Hawk cursed when he got a good look at my face. “What the fuck happened to you?”

Shit. I’d forgotten about the bruises. “It seems I offended the Nazi coalition in my brief stay at Cantiville.”

Hawk shook his head in disgust. “We pay good money to the guards to make sure nothing happens to our Brothers on the inside. Reaper’s going to have a fucking fit when he sees what those bastards did to you. He’s going to want payback in the form of blood and I’m going to make sure you get it.”

I shrugged dismissively. “Don’t worry. I took care of it already.”