Page 94 of Babalon

“A favor for a favor.”

“Fine—”

What’s the worst that could happen? I’m in fucking prison.

“There’s a girl that works here and I need her protected inside and outside, indefinitely.”

“You ask a lot.”

“It’s a simple request, just a long tenure. You going to do it or not?”

“You’re a ballsy fuck for calling me and being demanding.”

“And you’re a waste of my time, can you do it?”

“I can. What’s her name?”

“Nadia Pierce, she’s a guard.”

“Done. Anything else you want?”

“If anything happens to me before I can get out of here, get a hold of my mom and give her the update on Nadia.”

“That’s two favors.”

“Then it is two favors owed.”

“What’s your name?”

“Kace Patton.”

“Done.

The phone goes dead.

Rude, he didn’t even say goodbye.

Back outside of my cell, after hiding the burner, I make it to lunch, then my assignment. We are stripping the floors at the end of the corridor on the other side of the library. Not many people come down here, I know I have a couple of times but that was to access the storage room that leads down to the pit. Makes no sense as to why we are stripping and varnishing the floors again, but keeping busy today is the only thing that makes the time go faster.

As I toss down the chemicals and start the machine, its firm wheel grinding through the old lacquer, and I let my mind wander. Trying to think of where other entrances to the pit would exist. She said that they were placed in several areas throughout the prison, and if I had to guess, they were at the end of each corridor.

That only makes sense but where would nonsensical people place them to keep inmates guessing, if they were to find out about them and go looking. The one on this hallway is in an old abandoned office. I bet one is in the warden’s office; he seems like a creepy fuck that would go down there just to text and have his ration of blood like the vampire he is.

The medical wing seems smart too, if the guards needed quick access to bring prisoners up. In the event an inmate was too injured for the officers to tend to. Solitary is just below C Block, I bet you it connects to the rest of the pit or even extends into it.

I definitely don’t want to go back to solitary so I need to keep an eye out for the others.

Engrossed in my thoughts, I don’t hear the sneaky fucker walk up on me, until it’s too late and he is too close for comfort.

“So, you and Nadia, hmm?” Lucien drawls.

Spinning around, I come face-to-face with the freak. My right hand instinctively push's against his chest to get space between the two of us. I don’t understand why he always has to be so damn close to me. It’s one thing that he is everywhere I turn, but for him to be in my bubble, that’s enough.

He stumbles back with a laugh, and my scowl deepends, hands releasing the handle on the flooring machine letting it die out and grow still.

“You need to mind your business, Lucien.”

“It’s cute how protective you are of her. Tell me, how long have you been soiling the good officer?”

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