Page 11 of White Rabbit

“Late night, Officer Bishop?” I smirk at her. “Boyfriend keeping you occupied until the early hours?”

The female officer next to her wearing a badge that says Meyers raises a curious brow. She’s pretty, and around the same age as my officer, but her auburn hair and blue eyes do nothing for me. She’s not Bishop.

Crossing her arms, Bishop gives me a hard stare. “None of your business, Creed.”

So, she knew my name then. My smirk turns into a shit-eating grin. Of course she did

It sounded delicious falling from her lips, but it wasn’t enough. I was going to make her scream it.

“Hmmm, I’d prefer to be called Elijah.” Rubbing a hand over my stubble, I let my voice drop into a huskier tone. I hadn’t shaved since I entered here, but maybe it was time to fix that. I wouldn’t want to give Bishop stubble burn. “By you anyway.”

I watch her cheek bulge slightly as she bites her tongue, and one day I know her cheeks will bulge because of my cock. I know it like I know the sky is blue.

She’s mine.

Mine to toy with.

Mine to use.

She just doesn’t realize it yet.

“Not going to happen, inmate.” She shakes her head before tugging on her earlobe gently. Did I make her nervous?

Tilting my head, I return her glare, letting my gaze move over her freely. “Do you want to make a little wager on that, Officer?”

She rolls her eyes, but says nothing.

“Now, back to that boyfriend of yours…” I take another sip of my coffee, using the cup to hide how wide my grin is.

She makes a point of breaking our little eye fucking session and scanning the room as if I’m unimportant to her. “It’s still none of your business.”

But it would be.

I was meeting with my lawyer soon, and I planned on asking for a little reconnaissance on the woman before me. I wanted to know who her father was. Where she lived. Which side of the bed she slept on? Who she was fucking. How she took her coffee. There wouldn’t be anything left to hide behind once I stripped her bare.

Imust have gotten into someone’s good graces as I watched Officer Bishop from the corner of my eye for the second time today.

She hadn’t been present at lunch, but when I’d entered one of the communal recreation rooms with Beans, Papa T and Houdini, she’d been stationed against the wall at the back, this time paired up with a male officer named Foxx.

He may think he’s being covert, but I see him checking her out when she isn’t looking his way, and it makes me want to punch the smug fucker. He’s not even attractive, and he looks a bit too baby faced to be of any real competition, with his red-hued hair and easy-going smile.

“Woah, blessed by the goddess twice in one day.” Beans chuckles as he nudges me. “We should hang out in the rec room more often.”

Grunting in reply, I pull out a chair as Houdini grabs the dominos and pours them out, shuffling them face down on the table.

I’d been avoiding communal spaces where possible because I was still working on my plan, and until I’d met with my lawyer, I didn’t want to expose myself to unnecessary risks. I wasn’t getting shanked because I wanted to watch old TV reruns.

Sliding the closest tile towards me, I flip it over to reveal two threes. Beans has the highest count with nine, meaning once we’ve drawn seven tiles each, he starts the game off.

Beans is his usual chatty self, keeping the conversation flowing as I watch the others. Tiny and his goons are absent, likely out in the yard, but there are a few other faces I recognize, including one of Lev Volkov’s men, Ilya Gorev. I only remembered him because his name, Ilya, was the Russian equivalent of mine. He was in here for firearms charges, if I remember correctly.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I wonder if it’s worth approaching him as an ally. The Volkov’s worked with The Family occasionally, but Lev had been underground for a while, leaving his feral brats, the Volkov twins, running wild in Newtown and Port Ellesmere.

Anoushka and Alexi Volkov were…unpredictable. And while I once thought Anoushka could be someone fun to play with, she was gorgeous and loved violence, I’d soon learned better. I’d seen her skin a man alive for skimming off their accounts, her eyes lit up with a twisted wickedness, until she’d noticed the blood spatter on the leg of her pants. After that, she’d been furious and taken more than her pound of flesh. Brutally. Mercilessly.

She’d quickly shut down my offer to fuck with barely a flick of her long white hair and a glance over the rim of her Ray Bans. I never struggled to find someone to hook up with, but her rejection had stung a little. Alexi, on the other hand, made sure I knew there was always room under the covers for me in his bed. Shame, he wasn’t really my type.

If Gorev was still part of the Volkov Bratva, then he may have resources inside this little play pen that can help me flush out my traitors faster.

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