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She stares at me momentarily, her blonde brow arching over her right eye before she sighs.

“Did you get your cut taken care of or do I need to look at it?”

“No ma’am, all is well. I will get out of your hair. I know restock came in and I don’t want to burden you.”

“Very well. I will say, however, it is nice seeing you whole and not being dragged in here after getting beat up again.”

To help dispel the tension, I laugh, swiping my hand through my unruly hair anxiously. I’m getting good at this lying shit—maybe I’ve always been good at it.

“Agreed, I rather like not having to spend so much time in the company of your medical bay. No offense.”

“None taken, young man, now get out of here. I have things to do and the day is still new.”

“Yes ma’am,” I answer.

With a smile, and a salute, I step around her and the curious medical assistant. Her inquisitive eyes running up and down my jumper, for her sake I hope it’s because she notices the wetness on the chest of my clothing and not checking me out. I know my vengeful guard well, she won’t handle her ogling me.

Racing out of the medical bay, I start off toward gen pop when I hear her sultry voice behind me.

“Inmate,” Nadia calls out.

“Yes, Officer Pierce?”

“Go get cleaned up. Your jumper is dirty.”

Though her mouth didn’t budge, I can see the smile in the demon's eyes.

Ten fingers and I’d be damned if I’m not wrapped around every one of them.

Chapter twenty-seven

Kace

It’s going to be a long fucking day waiting to meet up with Nadia in the rec yard. We definitely need to get things out in the open and have an understanding of what this is and what we both want out of it. If she wants more than just a relationship, of course, I can’t give her that. There isn’t a white picket fence, PTA meetings, and Saturday brunches kind of life for us. Though I don’t think that is her thing anyway. I mean, I never wanted kids but if that is all I can give as a consolation prize, then I will.

Wouldn’t consider children a prize, maybe a want, but nowhere near a need. Yet, if Nada wants that she can have it. Then there is the relationship, is that what we have? She can never leave the prison though, I can’t fathom her not being here, being close to me. This is all we have, the only way we can see one another, be together, and that fills me with sorrow if you can believe it.

Heading back to my cell, there is something I need to do. The AB is still after me and they are gunning for my girl too. I can’tlet that happen. If she is going to work here indefinitely, I need to make sure she stays off their radar with her smartass mouth. Selling drugs won’t be enough in the long run, there will always be new guards with new pipelines and cheaper prices. Next thing you know, there is meth, pills, or simple shit like weed coasting through the cell blocks.

Once she no longer has a use, they will hurt her.

Shuffling through my belongings, I dig until I find the burner Matias gave me last week. I have yet to use it, but once I do, I know it will need to be passed on. There’s nothing I want in exchange so whoever asks first can have it. While it is in my possession, though, I need to give the link a call.

Crawling up on my bunk, I face outward giving coverage to the ear furthest from the open cell doors. Tapping through the contact list, I find the one Matias told me to call, and hit dial— lifting it to my ear.

“What do you want?” A gravelly voice grunts on the other end. Turning the phone, I scowl at it before replacing it near my ear.

“I’m calling for Xavier?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Just putting in a fucking order for macaroons, you dick head.”

There is so much silence following that, I thought he hung up but then I hear what sounds like a door shut on the other side and his voice lightens some.

“What can I do for you?”

“First off, what’s the payment?”

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