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“I’ve got some shit worked out for our problem,” he casually mentions being cautious about any criminal activities.
“I’ve found some snow at Nikoli’s home,” I mutter under my breath.
“Jesus. We gotta handle that problem, too.”
“Already handled.”
The fearless leader nods and doesn’t say anything more. He’s more focused on his girlfriend.
“Did you already see Isidora?”
I nod. “Yep. I got a call from the hotel that said she was there and they upgraded her room to the penthouse.”
He chuckles. “I bet she hates that. She hates when people fuss over her.”
“You should have told me she was here,” I casually throw out. I would have been more prepared and less shocked at seeing her.
“I didn’t think it would be a problem.”
Varya shakes her head in her sleep and then her eyelashes begin to flutter. She mumbles something and then looks right at Octavious.
“Baby!” Octavious leans over to get closer to Varya.
I take this as my cue to leave the room to give them some privacy.
Chapter Five
Isidora
I thought I had closed that chapter in my life with Milo. I thought for sure he would have left me alone and pretended I didn’t exist like he has the past seven years.
I’m quickly dressed and ready to go to the corrections department to see my client. I have seen sexual offenders many times and every single one of them tries to give a sad story about their life. Jamar hasn’t given us anything sad about his life. In fact, he has said nothing about his past which is why I’m here.
The corrections facility looms out with multiple floors full of inmates and government officials. I can see the guard towers surrounding and scattering the field with high fences.
I’m parked and ready to see Jamar. I grab my bag and walk up to the front of the prison.
“May I help you?” A disembodied voice asks.
“I’m Dr. Isidora Andino and I’m here to speak to Jamar Alexander.”
I hear the buzzing and I yank open the door to see a guard waiting for me. “He’s been called and is ready for your visit.”
Nodding my thanks, I follow behind the guard through a series of hallways until we get to a segregated room with bars on the window. There is another buzz and the door swings open.
Taking my seat, I hear the familiar shuffling of someone in chains as they come towards the room. My back straightens and I quickly grab my folder ready to ask my questions.
The tall and hardened man standing in front of me is proof of what prison can do to someone. He looks rough and he looks mean. The man slaughtered his family at the age of thirteen so I guess that is to be expected.
“Mr. Alexander,” I greet him while the guard hooks Jamar up to the table. The guard pushes Jamar down for him to be seated in front of me.
“What are you doing here?” He mutters with disdain.
“You know why I’m here. You have turned down every appeal you have been granted. Why is that?”
The man shrugs. His beard is trimmed close to his face and he smells as if he just ate breakfast. The orange jumpsuit is freshly laundered and straining across his chest. I can see he’s been working out in the yard.
“Look, lady, don’t waste your time. I’m not interested in the appeal and I’m not interested in you shrinking my head to give you whatever answer you think you need.”
