“Time frame?”
“Within the week. A judge will sign off on it by noon.”
He’s very aware of the whole client-privacy-lawyer stick and how this is not included in it, divulging information to essentially a third party. But he’s also aware that Charles Bennett knows who Zayne is and who Sinn'ous is. First priorities are to Zayne, whatever Zayne says goes. Which means second on that list is Sinn'ous. Mr Bennett knows the consequences of withholding information. That being said, the lawyer doesn’tgive off anything remotely close to fear. Guess money talks, and he’s sure his brother pays a fortune for discretion.
“If that is all, I will take my leave.” Professional and punctual.
Sinn'ous flicks a hand dismissively, taking the chair beside Izz, turning it around and straddling the seat. Folding his arms over the back. An uncharacteristic pose for him, something he’s doing to try to put the boy at ease. If he looks to be casual it should rub off on the smaller inmate and allow them to converse openly. No walls between them. At least that’s how it will appear on Izz’s end.
“I told you I’d take care of everything. This includes your case, and anything else revolving around the law.” He holds back the snark that tries to drift out at the last word. Because really, what makes them think they have a right to dictate what’s law. The onlylawSinn'ous will abide by is Satan’s law.
“Thank you.” Izz whispers.
He waits for more, but Izz gives nothing else. And Sinn'ous doesn’t push, he can see that pushing now would have the opposite effect of what he wants. He’ll allow his boy time to process everything.
65
SINN'OUS
“What happens when I get out?”
Sinn'ous can tell this question has been eating at Izz since Charles Bennett left two days ago. It appears that the processing time has run its course.
“You will stay at my house, the same one your mother and sister have been living in. My brother will pick you up and take you there, where he’ll stay too. Until I get out in a few months.”
Izz’s head snaps up, hands still tightly wrung together in his lap where he’s sitting on Sinn'ous’s bunk. “You have a brother?”
“Yes.”
“You never told me you had a brother.”
“Has your mother not mentioned him?”
“Zayne?” At Sinn'ous’s nod Izz continues, “she told me about him, but I thought he was just a friend, or a contract worker. She said he spends most of his time in the basement doing house repairs. Keeps it off limits to them so they don’t accidentally get hurt.”
“Yes. Well, he is my brother.”
“What about your parents?”
He could tell Izz the truth, that his parents were murdered, he can’t remember them, and he was taken in by his father and named by the man. None of which was under any legal standards for adoption, nor was his adoption planned on his father’s part.
He doesn’t remember the murders, but he knows he was a witness to them. His father had told him the story many times.
Sinn'ous shoves those thoughts to the side, he won’t be going into them right now. He’s sure Izz’s not mentally prepared for it,and frankly neither is Sinn'ous. He’s still fighting the resurfacing nightmares clogging his dreams. Something he is sure has to do with Izz in some way. They started popping back up when Izz landed in his lap, so chances are high it’s not a coincidence.
So he goes with the simple answer. “I was adopted. Don’t remember them.”
Izz’s face falls, and his eyes soften. “Oh . . . I’m sorry.”
A frown threatens, and he beats it back. “Why?—” He cuts himself off, because why is he asking this? “Never mind, it’s not relevant. Zayne will pick you up, and he will watch over you.”
“Alright.”
He can tell his boy wants to ask more, and he is glad when anything further is held back. It helps too that the alarms for lockup sound. However, when Izz stands to leave Sinn'ous blocks his path.
“You will be remaining here tonight.” Something that is a reoccurrence on nights when Rogers or Cunningham are assigned watch for A-Wing.
It’s all but effortless to push Izz back onto his bunk, where he plans to fuck Izz under the ever-present eyes of Satan Himself. Covering his boy with his body, he brings his lips down to take Izz’s in a deep hungry kiss. Biting lips and dueling tongues. His boy practically melts under him.
