Page 35 of Havoc

Presley

Frostgate Prison

Hadrian opened the door to the cell, and I looked down at the mess that was Wilder. He’d been beaten black and blue by the guards who worked for Gideon, well, now for me as they understood it and he was barely able to move.

“What is this?”

“You don’t know?” I asked. “Oh, let me educate you, sweetheart.”

I used the same little pet name he’d used for me that night he’d taken away my innocence from this world and broken me in more ways than one.

“This is going to be your home for however long I decide is necessary,” I said. “It’ll be great for you. Lots of late-night screams, your arse being widened on a daily basis against your will, hey I’m not a monster, you may even like it…eventually.”

“You can’t do this.”

“Watch me,” I replied, my anger flaring. “Now, enjoy it as much as you can, Wilder.”

I stepped back out and the cell door closed before he could get up. He looked pathetic, weeping behind the bars and I felt so much better about myself.

Hadrian led me out of the block, and we were headed to the administration block when I felt the urge to seek out my brother.

I turned to the administrator, who cowered before me. I’d had the warden in a head lock earlier and had rendered him unconscious, so the administrator had every right to be fearful.

“Yes, miss?”

“Chance Witt. Where is he?”

“He’s in his cell right now.”

“Get him.”

“But he is not scheduled for any visits.”

“Are you going to make me ask you again?” I turned on him. He shook his head and ran to call someone.

Hadrian looked at his watch and motioned to me that time was almost up and we needed to head to the meeting soon. I nodded and waited for Chance to arrive. It didn’t take as much time as I thought. Chance had his head shaved and more scars on his face than I remembered before I left. He looked tired, as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. When he saw me, his face lit up.

“Pressie?” he shuffled toward me. His hands were chained at his waist and his ankles were hooked up to the chain around his wrists.

“Unchain him,” I told the guard.

“Miss, he’s extremely dangerous.”

“Unchain him,” I repeated, looking the guard square in the eyes. He did finally and left the room, scared Chance would hurt him.

“Seems you have a reputation, brother.”

Chance shrugged. “They start it, I just end it.”

I giggled, remembering how funny he could be. “How long have you been in here?”

“Years, I don’t even know how long to be honest. I haven’t had a lot of visitors.”

“I’m going to get you out of here.”

“Just watch your own back. If you’re back here, Dad will be furious.”

“You don’t get much news here, do you?” I replied. “Gideon is dead.”

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