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She thinks it’s funny.

She loves that I’m suffering.

Some guards come into this job just to torment criminals. It makes them feel powerful and strong, like they are better.

I don’t react to her words, instead I follow her out to the line of people heading toward the dining area. I’m shoved as I move, but I don’t respond. I’ll get my food and leave. It’s the only way. Keep my head down and don’t interact with anyone. I need to get out of this alive.

That’s all I care about.

I line up with my food tray, watching the terrible goop being slapped down by the cooks. When I have enough, I find a table right at the back of the room where, for now, nobody is sitting. I take a seat and shove my food around, not interested in eating it. I know I should, I do, but I don’t want to.

“I have a message for you.”

The voice comes from a female, and when I look up she is grinning down at me, her face still. “You know my friend Hound, right?”

My heart skips a beat, I haven’t heard that name in years. Because that name belongs to a man I thought was long dead. I thought he went down when my father’s club was destroyed.

There is meant to be nobody left.

Shaking my head, I stare at the girl in confusion.

“Oh, you do know him.”

I know him alright.

His name is Hans, also known as Hound in the club that he once was part of. My father’s club. He was the Sergeant in arms and is, without a doubt, the most evil and disgusting human I have ever met outside my father. He was meant to die in that explosion. I thought they were all gone, but I was wrong.

So incredibly wrong.

“You thought you got rid of him, didn’t you?”

The image of that man flashes in my mind. Hound is probably the same age as Jackson, but he looks nothing like him. Instead, he is large, muscled, and bald. He is covered in tattoos, including his face, and everywhere that can be pierced on his body, is. He is terrifying, and he knows it.

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

I’m stuck in shock.

“You didn’t know he was in prison when you decided to blow up your daddy’s club. Silly girl, you didn’t think that through. He wants you to know that he’s coming for you, and he’s going to make you wish you were never born.”

“Leave me alone,” I whisper.

She grins. “He’ll see you around. He might not be able to get to you yet, but he’ll find a way, and when he does, you’re going to wish you didn’t get locked behind these walls.”

This is bad.

It’s so bad.

My eyes dart to the left, then to the right, but there is nowhere for me to go.

I’m stuck in hell and there is nothing I can do to escape.

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Staring across at her, my heart tightens in my chest.

She’s holding a brave face, but I can see beyond the front she’s trying to put on for me. She’s struggling. There is so much fear in her eyes, it’s fucking killing me to see. She doesn’t deserve this. It was my job to protect her, and I didn’t even notice that she was gone. She went after a monster and did nothing to stop her.

Now she’s in here, where I can’t protect her.

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