Page 41 of Walking Red Flag

When we got inside, a man’s gaze zeroed in on me.

“Rome,” Cutter nodded his head at the very large, very intimidating looking man. “How are the kids?”

I stepped behind my own very large, very intimidating man to block me from the other man’s view.

I wasn’t necessarily scared of him, per se, but the way he was looking at me like I was coming in here to do harm was making my heart race.

My watched vibrated, and I glanced down to see Shasha’s name on the screen with a ‘wtf are you doing at a prison?’

I ignored it, silenced my watch, and peeked out from behind Cutter’s muscular shoulder.

“They’re doing good.” He glanced at me, assessing. “How ya been? Haven’t seen your sister in a while.”

“She was busy. So, I brought Milena here,” Cutter said. “Go Go, drop your shit on the belt so he can scan it. They keep it while we’re visiting.”

I did as he instructed, only throwing one arm out to put my things on the belt before stepping back behind Cutter’s bulk.

There was a chuckle, and I wondered if he thought I was being weird or suspicious.

Probably suspicious.

I didn’t necessarily do well at prisons.

Not that I’d had any really bad experiences with them, just that they scared me.

There were a lot of bad men here…

And I had a very submissive personality, which automatically had me reacting weirdly anyway.

“Come on,” Cutter said as he caught my hand in his. “Just gotta have him use his wand on us to make sure we’re not concealing anything.”

I swallowed and moved to where there were footprints on the floor.

The big man, Rome, who I’d admit was sexy as hell later, came up to me with his wand. Now’s where I admit that being approached by a man with a wand with my legs spread wide should’ve been intimidating as hell, but when a man that looked like the guard named Rome did it, it was admittedly exciting.

“And who is Cutter to you, Milena?”

That’s when my mouth disconnected from my brain.

I mean, with a man like Rome so close, running a wand over your inner thighs, you tend to…disassociate.

A thousand thoughts went through it at once, and before I could stop myself, I was blurting out, “He’s my husband!”

There was a long pause, and then Rome the badass security guard looked from me to Cutter and back. “Huh. Didn’t see that coming.”

I was flushing beet red when I got through.

Cutter’s eyes were dancing, and I realized quickly that he knew I was nervous.

He hadn’t corrected me, either, likely to save me from embarrassment.

Cutter got the same treatment, and I realized that Rome didn’t treat me any differently, which had my anxiety level lowering.

A niggle of a memory, one that I kept shoved down deep with so many iron bars and walls around it, tried to peek through a crack. But I quickly slammed down every defense I had and tuned into the conversation that Rome and Cutter were having.

It was about our…marriage.

I flushed a deeper red.

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