Adam chuckled. “Why not?”
“You don’t seem the type.”
“And what type do I seem like?”
“Like a make-me-a-sandwich type.”
“Well, you’re wrong there, princess. There’s more to me than this awesome body.”
“And how will you prove it to me?” I joked, trying to hide my fluster and not think about his body.
“I could make you dinner,” Adam mused. “I probably won’t, though, because after we leave this place, I won’t want to see your annoying mug for a while.”
I considered strangling him when he pointed his chin in a general direction.
“Our target just came in, by the way.”
“Santiago?” I murmured, keeping my eyes on the plate. “Where is he?”
“In the far corner of the room. Don’t look.”
“I’m not a fucking rookie,” I growled when someone stopped by our table.
I looked up, only to see a mountain-sized individual with creepy yellow contacts staring at me. He had short, spiky, bleached hair, a tattooed face, and more muscles than brain cells. When he sneered, revealing metal braces that looked like animal traps, I swallowed with difficulty.
“Anyone claimed you yet?” he said in a grating voice that gave me the shivers.
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Your ass. Anyone claimed your ass yet?”
“Get lost,” Adam said, eating his food as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
Our uninvited visitor fixed him with a glare. “I’m Skull Crusher, inmate. You will speak to me only when spoken to.”
My eyes widened in alarm because I could see the situation escalating quickly, so I decided to intervene.
“Mr. Crusher, I’m flattered by your proposition, but I will have to respectfully decline.”
The creepy dude cupped his crotch, bringing my attention to his very obvious boner. “You’re funny, too, huh? I like that. I like them pretty and funny. Pretty, funny, and Moses tells me you have the cutest ass in—”
The first thing that stopped him from finishing his sentence was Adam’s plate slamming into his face. The second thing that kept him silent was Adam’s hand gripping his larynx.
“The fuck did I just say?” Adam growled, pushing the remains of the mashed potatoes into the guy’s mouth. “Did I or did I not tell you to get lost, you maggot?”
Crusher made a choking noise, his feet leaving the floor as Adam lifted him in the air.
“Adam, please stop,” I pleaded, aware of Moses and his pals closing in on us. “You will get us killed.”
“Look at him one more time, and I will end you!” Adam bit out, never minding me. “One more time and see what happens, you fucking tool!”
I saw the guards rushing towards us just as Adam let go of Crusher, who dropped to the floor unconscious.
“One more incident like this and you’re getting the hole!" Guard Asshole growled. "Now fuck off to your cells. No dessert for you two troublemakers, and no TV either.”
The hole, otherwise known as solitary confinement, wasn’t something we could afford, so we kept our mouths shut. We were almost at the door when a tall, red-haired man stood in our way. We stopped in our tracks, and weirdly enough, the guards stopped too, as if the red-haired man ordered them to. His pale gray eyes swept over us both before he spoke in a low, slightly raspy voice.
“New fishes, rule number one. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. If you want to join me, come see me tomorrow.”
