“You’re on the wrong side, bitch, you wanna stay and get on the wrong side of me? Go ahead.”
The whole thing is over in a matter of seconds, and I blow out a long breath.
Most of the women who stepped in for me walk off, keeping their eyes on the others. But the woman who got in the other’s face, she stares me up and down.
“Amelia Haynes, welcome to the smoothest sentence anyone will ever have around here.”
“What do you mean? Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know. Just that because of you my books are more than looked after. Anyone comes for you, we’ll be here.”
She walks off and as I look around, I notice no one is staring. No one dares. I’ve barely taken two steps into the cell when Lori rolls onto her side, keeping her back to me.
Those women must be from Darius’s gang. Is he looking out for me? I snort. He has some nerve. He’s the reason I’m in this place. Him and Tariq. Tariq leading my friend astray, getting her hooked on coke and who knows what else.
They all deserve each other.
33
Darius
Jermaine’s phone rings and he shows me the number. It’s one of our girls in prison. It’s late so it can only mean one thing. Trouble. I nod and he answers.
He doesn’t say much, and the call ends within seconds. He can barely meet my eye and I’m getting real sick of it.
“Tell me.”
“Amelia came close to getting jumped after dinner. We intervened and nothing happened to her.”
“Who?”
“The Six-Nighters. They knew who she was to you.”
“You think that’s why it’s been so quiet, they knew she was in there and this is how they were going to attack this time?”
“Could be.”
My body thrums with useless energy that I can’t vent. This is bullshit. I’m distracted by my phone ringing and wondering why Mr. Haynes would be calling me at this hour.
“Darius?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“I spoke to Amelia this afternoon. She finally checked in.”
“She okay?” I ask, even though I’ve heard what’s happened since dinner.
“She sounded jumpy, unsure.”
“I’ll go see her, take Elsa in, it should help her.”
“No, she doesn’t want her in there, and she doesn’t want to see you. I tried talking to her, but she wasn’t listening.”
“She’s not thinking straight, she’ll want to see her soon enough.”
“I’ll take Elsa in, if we show up there’s no way she’ll refuse to see her.”
“No, if Elsa goes to that place, it’s with me.”
