“Bond visits?”
“Yeah, the good old government doesn’t think it’s fair for our precious Omegas to suffer, since we’re the ones who got locked up. Never liked the law man much, but I gotta say I do quite like this policy.”
“Not fuckin’ fair,” Tire mumbles.
“Maybe if you weren’t so fuckin ugly, missing so many god damn teeth you wouldn’t be bitching,” Connor replies and Tire shuts up. It’s clear Connor runs a lot of things around here and I don’t plan on getting on his bad side.
“What are bond visits?” I ask Connor.
“Oh, my sweet Sherry comes and visits, takes my knot and tells me how much she misses me. I lick her sweet, little bond mark”—he wiggles his eyebrows—“and tell her how proud of her I am. You know, the usual. I’m sure your Omega is already trying to find a way to get visitation. Don’t worry your little heart, big guy.”
“I’m more worried that she doesn’t want to see me.”
“I’ll make you a bet,” Tire says with mischief written on his face. “If your girl schedules a meeting within the next three days, you owe me a honeybun.”
“I don’t have a commissary yet,” I tell him.
“Whenever you get it.”
“Fine, and if she doesn’t?”
“Then I’ll tell you why my name’s Tire.”
“Deal.”
“Deal,” he says.
“Inmate three hundred and ninety-four,” the guard yells, and I get on my feet and walk to the center of the common area. I swear the universe is fucking with me. Being here has been like being in the twilight zone.
“You have a visitor,” he tells me. “Wrists out.”
I hold out my wrists, and he cuffs me and walks me out into a set of hallways. The thought of Cami seeing me like this makes my gut churn. I haven’t eaten much since I’ve been here, but what little is in my stomach is about to make a resurgence. I don’t know how I will handle facing her if she looks at me with disappointed round eyes.
The room he takes me to is just as Connor described. There’s a saggy twin bed in the corner that has nicer sheets than the one in my cell. A circular table sits in the middle of the room with two chairs. The officer directs me to sit in one. I place my cuffed wrists on the table and he unlocks them. The chair is uncomfortable and the top of the table is worn. I pick at the side of it and sigh as I mentally prepare myself to be rejected.
“You have one hour, visits are monitored,” he says before the door buzzes, unlocking it so he can leave and Cami can come in.
She’s wearing black yoga pants and a white t-shirt. As her gaze reaches mine, I look down and rake my fingers through my hair. Why does she always have to look so good?
Her footsteps are so loud with how quiet the room is.This is it.This is when she tells me that I fucked up. I’m so embarrassed that I’ve put her through this. A fucking superstar bonded to a fucking convict.Jesus, I can already imagine the headlines.
“Smith,” she says quietly, and I keep staring at the laminate on the table.
Her small hands cup my jaw and she forces me to look at her. She looks fucking beautiful, but it’s obvious she hasn’t gotten much sleep and has been crying. It makes my chest hurt that I caused this pain for her. I made her worried and scared.I did this.
“Cami, I’m so fucking sorry,” I tell her, trying to shake my head out of her grip.
“Sorry?” she asks. “You protected me like you promised. Garth is going to be fine. With Franklin’s testimony, they have both been arrested.”
“I should have been able to control myself. You deserve better,” I say.
“Smith, we’re a newly bonded couple. You hadn’t slept in days and Franklin told the police what he said. They were all on your side for what you did. You won’t be here long.”
“What?”
“I’m getting you out of here and we’re going to take a vacation and we can reset from everything that happened.”
“You still want to be with me?” I ask her.
