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“You’ve been getting yourself off?” I ask her.

“Yeah. I didn’t want to bother you guys.”

“Well, we can’t have you doing that anymore when there are two of us who can take care of that,” I tell her. She rolls her head to the side and presses a kiss to my chest.

“I’m actually very good at it,” she tells me.

“Is that right? I think I might need to see this in action next time.”

“You want to watch me make myself come?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I bet that looks hot as fuck with you finger fucking yourself. Fuck, you’re going to make me hard again just thinking about it.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Chapter 43

Warren

My body aches, and my ribs scream in pain, but I watch him. I did what I had to do to get myself in a good place with the guys here. I needed backup, and now I have it. Some don’t understand and never would, but in these walls, you have very few options.

I lean against the fence as I take in the scene. This can happen anytime. I just need to be sneaky about it. I can’t have eyes on me when I do it. So that’s why I wait and watch.

Having everyone out in the yard together is a bad fucking idea. You can practically feel the tension between everyone. He doesn’t know who I am, and that works to my advantage. He has no fucking clue what’s coming to him.

I glance around for my guys, and we make eye contact. There are few guards out here today, and if I were smart, this would be the perfect time to hit him. I nod once at Mark, one of my guys, and he nods back. I watch as he turns and walks over to another guy, and they talk for a second. We don’t make it obvious. We’ve been working on this for the last three months I’ve been here.

When Mark gives me the signal, I walk across the yard toward that bastard. David. His name makes me sick to my fucking stomach and leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Mark starts toward me, reaching out his hand as if we’re going to shake hands, but instead passes me the shank and walks away. I take a look around at the guards just as Mark starts a fight with someone else. The guard's attention isn’t on me, and as I get closer, my heart kicks up a notch. It’s not like I haven’t killedbefore, I have, but this is new. Killing in prison is dangerous, and if I’m caught, that’s the end of my life.

David looks up just as I step up to him. This is it. It’s time.

“This is for Arya,” I tell him before burying the shank into his stomach. I pull lit out quickly and stab him a few more times before he drops to his knees. I turn and quickly walk away just like we planned, meeting Mark back in the center of the yard, where I pass off the shank. He walks away quickly and heads toward someone else while I go back to my spot against the fence. When I look down, I see blood on my hand. Fuck. I slowly slip my hand inside the sleeve of my jumper and wipe it off. No one will see it in there.

I slip my hand back out just as the guards begin to blow their whistles, ordering everyone to the ground. I drop down onto my stomach with my arms stretched out and look toward Mark. He gives me a quick nod, letting me know things were taken care of.

We stay like this for a long time as they get the medics out here for that rat bastard, but by the time they move to take him inside, I can tell he’s already dead. A sick smile tugs across my face, knowing I’m the one who took his life. He can’t go after Arya anymore. She’s safe, and that’s all that matters to me. Fuck the rest. I’ll gladly spend the rest of my life in this hell hole if it means she can live her life and not be afraid.

After a while, we’re all ushered back inside and to our cells. Robert, my cellmate, isn’t the brightest person in the world, but he doesn’t fuck with me, so I’m okay with him.

“Whoever did that shit was quick as fuck, right?” he asks.

“Seems so. No one saw anything,” I add.

“No shit. I was like three steps from that asshole, and I didn’t see shit,” he tells me. I didn’t pay much attention to who was standing around, and I didn’t really care. As long as it’s over, that’s all that matters to me. I drop onto the bottom bunk and lay back, a sick smile still on my face. When I close my eyes, I can picture my little bird smiling and enjoying her life. That’s all I really want for her. I want her to be happy.

Insomnia has the best of me most nights in here. I’m dead tired, but I can’t sleep. All I can do is think about her and my brothers. What they’re doing. How things are going without me there.

Some days hurt worse than others. Some I’m so lost in the day-to-day life I’m forced to live here that I try not to think about them. It only makes it worse when I do.

Morning comes, and as we’re let out of our cells, word gets around that David is dead. I figured as much. I knew where to stab him so he wouldn’t survive.

“Who do you think did it?” Robert asks as I lean against the rail outside our cell.

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