When Adam abruptly pulled away, I didn’t know what day it was.
“No,” I whispered, refusing to believe that twenty seconds were up. “Not yet.”
He rewarded me with a peck on the lips before pulling away, only to return for another peck as if he couldn’t stop himself. I chased his lips with mine, but he clamped his hand over my mouth, as if he wanted to deprive himself of access to my lips.
“Jordan, stop.”
When his pupil-dilated, shock-filled eyes found mine, I shuddered. For a few moments, we just stared at each other as if we had no recollection of how we got here.
“Fuck,” Adam murmured, and I shared the sentiment. Nothing had the right to feel this good, and the thought made me angry for some reason. He made me angry.
“Why?” I asked him, hating the way my voice trembled.
Why did you kiss me? Why did I kiss you? Why did we kiss?
“I don’t know.”
I shook my head in frustration, looking away... far away from that piercing blue gaze that made my heart ache.
“It’s okay,” Adam said, his voice hoarse. “This is not real.”
“Bullshit!” I exclaimed. “Don’t say that. Don’t make this… don’t make it worse. Besides, if this is not real, then we might as well fuck, right?”
I didn’t mean that. I was too scared to fuck him or let him fuck me, but I wanted a reaction out of him. When his eyes found mine, I froze on the spot. Seconds turned into an eternity as he kept watching me in silence. Was he considering it? Probably not, but I couldn’t fucking tell.
Say something. Hit me. Don’t stare at me as if I’m a circus tent.
Then several things happened at once. I heard the jingle of keys just before the flashlight found my face, blinding me momentarily. I blinked to clear my vision, only to see a pale face above me and a toothless sneer. What the fuck was Moses doing in our cell? Someone else appeared behind him, and then a dozen individuals barged into our cell. Then someone punched me in the face, and I blacked out.
When I came to, I was dizzy, and my head hurt. After the room around me stopped spinning, I realized I was sitting on the floor, handcuffed to someone. I could recognize that massive back anywhere, and it told me I was handcuffed to Adam.
When Skull Crusher appeared in front of me, I swallowed with difficulty.Shit.
“Hey there, cop.”
Double shit.
“He’s not supposed to be here, and he’s not important,” Adam said calmly. “Just let him go and take me instead. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Crusher grinned. “Thanks, but you’re not my type. Your partner, however...”
“Touch him, and you die,” Adam said in a cold, steady voice. “These handcuffs won’t stop me. These circumstances won’t stop me. Leave and save your motherfucking life.”
Another flashlight appeared, and with it, Santiago’s angry expression.
“You will speak when spoken to,” he said, kicking Adam in the face. I heard a sickening crunch before blood gushed from Adam’s nose, spilling all over the floor.
“No!” I gasped, trying to free myself. “Leave him alone. Please.”
“You two tried to fuck me over,” Santiago growled, getting into my face. “But I’m smarter than you, and I will make you pay. I even made a temporary truce with Mr. Crusher here to make things more painful for you.”
Adam snorted. “You think you’re smart? Who do you think put us here?”
Santiago pointed a flashlight at him. “Meaning?”
“You have been skimming from the top, pal,” Adam said, laughing bitterly. “Your boss wants his shit back, and we’re here to get it for him.”
“You’re full of shit, cop,” Santiago bit out, kicking Adam in the face so hard that the force of it sent us both to the floor.
