Page 69 of Dirty Love

PRESTON

Thirty four years old…

I’ve waited four years for this day to come.

For four fucking years, I’ve paced every inch of this cell and daydreamed of all the ways I could do it.

Lie him out like a starfish… bend him over on his hands and knees… hold him upside down by his ankles and watch the blood drain from his open mouth…

So many wonderful possibilities.

After a few more minutes of pacing and daydreaming, the bright lights finally fill the block and I look up, smiling happily when my cell door opens for shower time.

You better make it hurt, man. You better make him beg or we’ll come in there and we’ll make you beg.

I can’t have that, now, can I?

I know all about what my nephew did to those high school boys, and I’d rather not have to swallow my own tongue when prison food is so much tastier.

Michael follows me out and falls in line beside me, rolling his big brown eyes when he catches the look on my face. “Do you have to do that?”

“Do what?”

“Be so happy all the time,” he answers. “It annoys me.”

“That’s because you’re a moody asshole,” I tease him, stopping abruptly when I get to my brother-in-law’s cell. “Good morning, Officer Rivers!” I sing loudly, just like I’ve done every morning for the last three months, chuckling when he rams his shoulder into mine. “Just morning, then? Without the good?”

He glares at the nasty looks he’s getting and carries on walking, rudely ignoring me while he makes his way down the stairs. I sigh dramatically and skip to catch up with him, wrapping my arm around his shoulder while I guide him towards the bathroom we share with seventy two other inmates. He tries to shove me off of him and Michael shoves him from behind, so hard that he falls and smacks his nose on the concrete.

“Oh, dear.” I feign concern, grabbing his elbow to pull him back up to his feet. “Michael, that wasn’t very nice.”

My cell mate lets out a rare, quiet laugh and takes his other elbow, easily picking him up to help me carry him to the showers. Eric struggles and kicks his legs out from beneath him, grunting when Michael turns and rams his knee into his balls. He drops to the floor and I kick him down on his back, pouting a little bit when he does nothing but stare at the filthy ceiling above him.

“You’re so boring,” I complain, crouching down over his hips to study the dark bruises all over his face.

Me and my friends have been bullying him like this since he got here and I’ve never gotten a rise out of him, but today… today I will get a rise out of him.

“I mean, you’re even more boring than Michael is, and living with Michael is like living with a brick wall.”

Nothing.

“Well, five brick walls instead of four, you know?”

I swear to god he’s not even listening at this point.

I sigh again and straighten up to my full height, keeping my feet either side of his waist while I reach over to turn the water on. “I talked to your boys last night.”

He blinks at that, his big head whipping to the side when one of the younger guys trips over his face. “Shit, sorry, Officer!” he calls out, playing with his soft dick while he starts the shower next to mine.

I snort and shake my head at him, raising a cocky ass brow when I look down to find Eric’s eyes on me.

Well, well, well…

“They say fuck you, by the way,” I joke, grinning when I catch the look on his face, his eyes darkening with something that looks an awful lot like rage.

“Where are they?”

“On some beach in Cali, I think.”

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