Page 57 of Babalon

After escorting the last few to wherever they need to go, I finally get my chance to break away. If I know that asshole like I think I do, he’s either going to be in the library or in his cell—making it easier for me to find him. The rest of the inmates are out in the rec yard, at their job assignments, or off doing God knows what. Ronald, Kace’s cell mate, for example, has an off-site medical visit today—I was sure to check his record before setting out on my warpath—freeing up the cell for Kace to lounge in like some lazy house cat.

Sliding into C Block, I saunter along the corridor, peering into every cell until I make it to Kace’s. Lo and behold, there he is. Kicked back with his ankles crossed, lost in a book like he hasn’t a single care in the world, like he isn’t in fucking prison.

Leaning against the opening to his cell, I cross my arms and watch him, but the longer I do, the more impatient I become. When I’ve had enough, and still haven’t captured his attention, I stride over. Putting my foot on the metal frame of Ronald's bunk, I push myself up. Quickly reaching over, I snatch the book Kace is reading out of his hand and throw it right out the cell door where it goes sliding across the floor.

“What the…” Kace snaps.

The chill that runs up my spine when his angry blue eyes meet my silver ones can freeze the mimetic polyalloy from Terminator 2.

God, this fucker’s beautiful.

“Exactly, what the fuck, Patton,” I spout.

“Why the hell are you in here, Nadia?”

“I’ll give you one guess, if you get it wrong, you’re going to scrub the entire C Block shower with a toothbrush.”

“Not playing your bullshit games, tell me what the fuck you’re doing here or walk your ass right out of that cell door.”

“What if I don’t? What will you do, Kace? Tell the Warden I’m dealing again? Why don’t you just go ahead and tell him we fucked too.”

“Keep your fucking voice down you damn brat!”

Ooooohhh, he’s mad- mad.

Kace shifts across his bunk to the edge, sliding off the top of it and jumping down. His shower slides slapp softly against the concrete floor as he lands right in front of me. Towering as usual, he glares down at me, his hands twitching.

“You deserved that. You sent me to seg over your drugs, so now you’re going to get yours. Call it returning the favor.”

“I thought he called me in there to tell me he found out about us, Kace! That’s a charge for me, even if you instigated it.”

“I didn’t instigate shit.”

“You’re starting to piss me off. IA was there, Detective Whitney or something like that.”

“And I care why?”

What a dick!

Even if he told the warden everything about us, he wouldn’t get reprimanded at all. He is already serving a life sentence, so what did it matter to him? It’s my life that will be ruined. With that in mind, I grin. I know exactly how to make this worse for him.

“I’m going to tell the AB you’re a narc.”

Chapter seventeen

Kace

The speed at which I grab Nadia by her fucking face and shove her down on Ronald’s bunk impresses me. I don’t think I have ever moved that fast, but I need to get my hands on her immediately. She is pushing me to my fucking limit; one wrong move and I’m going to tumble right over the damn edge.

Nadia struggles and fights back like I knew she would, swinging her hands as she thrashes under my bigger and heavier body. The sounds of her breathy gasps almost make my cock stir. Still, I’m able to pin her down by straddling her hips and pushing all my weight on her.

Pulling her head up, I slam it back down hard enough to daze her but not enough to hurt—at least that’s what I hope.

I know, in this very moment, I look beyond pissed and the truth is, I am. She’s going to get me killed—I’ll take her down with me if that shit happens.

Tit for tat, snitch.

Leaning in, I close the distance between us. Her panting breath spilling across my partially shaved face as I snarl at her. My eyes meet her dilated ones, those glorious lips of hers parting as much as they can while I restrain her, my fingers digging into her soft cheeks.

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