That didn’t happen. The justice system didn’t give her any justice, it just gave her a life sentence in one of the worst prisons in the state. Phillip had killed Danika, but he’d tortured her as well. Christin was labeled the jealous wife who would stop at nothing in her envious rage. That hadn’t been the truth at all. Christin had liked Danika there, just to buffer her attention from Phillip. Now, she was dead, and Christin was locked away for her death.
It was all too much, but there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Christin just had to keep it together. She would at least be able to see her son. The visiting times was every Thursday for her block, but the first one, he never came. She waited until the second skipped visit before she called Phillip and she learned that he didn’t have an ounce of mercy in him at all.
“Do you really think that I am going to bring William there, in the midst of all that filth?”
Her heart ached and she tried not to cry. Phillip always liked it when he made her cry, so that just made her hold all of the emotions in more than she had before. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of gloating. Though, it didn’t matter. Phillip knew what he had done, and he was ever so happy to tell her about it.
“You promised.”
“Yeah well, I think that it would be best if there was a clean break between us, don’t you think?”
Christin had had enough. “Do you really think that you are going to get away with this? You can’t break clean from me, Phillip. I will tell my parents everything that you have done. You might have fooled the humans, but you are not going to fool my people. They knew what you were and that you try to pretend like you aren’t as rotten to the core as you are. They will see it, just like I did. Trust me, Phillip, it won’t take long at all.”
“They have been put on notice. I run the clan, not them. Their money is mine and I have their only grandchild. I think that they will play ball, just like you tried to. I’ve thought of everything, Christin. You lose.”
Christin knew that he was right. She had heard from her parents, but there was something between them now. Christin knew in that moment that she was never going to see any of them again. She was stuck there in prison, alone. For the rest of her life.
Chapter 5
Broch
They were in the middle of a mission. The mission was to get Brody and Dennis out of prison. They were there for murder, everyone in that place was. It was there, in the midst of extracting them, that Broch noticed a tall, dark-haired woman with glowing eyes from across the way.
“There are women here?”
“Not too many, just the ones who they are afraid will kill others. They stick them in here for safety reasons. The women here don’t last very long.”
Broch looked to Brody, and he noticed where he was looking.
“I don’t know much about her. She gets into a lot of fights. Someone on the outside is gunning for her. She spends most of her time in solitary because she’s also tried to escape a few times. She’s been here six months or so, but she is always plotting to leave.”
Dennis was already gone, leaving with two of their clan. Broch knew that they had about five minutes, tops. After that, the police would be swarming, and they would have to make a spectacle to get away. He was wasting time, especially considering how much time and effort had gone into the plan. He should have been leaving, just like the rest of them.
“What are you thinking, Broch?”
“I’m thinking that she needs a way out too.”
Brody shook his head. “Ever the gentleman, huh? There are a few more in this block, but they’re not as pretty. You want to release them too, or just the cute one?”
Broch sighed. He knew that he should leave, but there was just something in her eyes that made it impossible to do so. He told Brody that he would be out in a minute. Brody told him to hurry up, but Broch was the Alpha. He was going to be listened to. They would both still be rotting in jail if it wasn’t for him.
He moved across the hallway and to the next line of cages. The cells were tiny, and he had everyone’s attention now. It wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Broch had hoped to slip in and slip out, without too many people seeing his face. He had a face that was used too much in the media and he didn’t want to be recognized. It was another great excuse for him to be out of there and not talking to the woman there in front of him. Those damn haunting eyes though, pulled him toward her.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
Christin agreed. She didn’t say anything, just stared at him with those crystal eyes of hers, waiting to hear the click of her door. When it opened, she smiled, and Broch was blown away by her beauty. What was a woman like her doing in a place like that?
“Come with me. We don’t have much time to get out of here. Cops will be here any minute.”
Christin took a step out of the cell, signifying that she was ready to go. Broch asked her if she wanted to take anything with her and she disagreed. She didn’t speak, just nodded that she was ready. Broch wanted to talk to her, see what sort of person she was, but he was unwilling to stay longer. They were already too late going out. He could hear sirens not too far off.
The last guy in there with him was Leonard, his right hand man, and Broch signaled for him to open the cells, all of them. There would be chaos, people everywhere, and they wouldn’t notice the three of them heading to the van waiting out back. It was away from the front entrance where all of the police and fire trucks were going to go. There was already a fire burning, set off by one of the inmates.
Chaos ensued, just like he knew it would. People were streaming out and he heard the first sound from Christin. She gasped, and by the time he looked to see who had her hand, there was a large man, gasping for air on the ground, holding his throat like it had closed up. He was wheezing and Christin smiled. She didn’t say anything else and no one else seemed to try and grab her again. Broch had a lot of questions for the woman, but it wasn’t the time. They had to get out of there.
He grabbed her arm, steering her in the direction of their vehicles and he saw her hand shoot out toward his throat. She gasped again as he grabbed her hand.
“Not me, damn it.”
