“Please stop hurting him!” I cried as Adam spat out blood. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“You’ll do anything I want,” Crusher growled, grabbing me by the hair. “And you can start by opening your mouth.”
“I’m telling you the fucking truth!” Adam shouted, drawing their attention to himself. “Bull sent us here because he knows everything. He knows that you have been stealing from him for years. He knows you betrayed him. I mean, don’t get me wrong. If I had such a stingy boss, I would be stealing too. After all, you’re doing all the work and risking your neck, while your boss is hiding in the Cemetery like a coward.”
“Go on,” Santiago said, sounding deep in thought.
I froze on the spot. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t say his boss wasn’t in the Cemetery, which was an infamous district in Smitsville. It was a little piece of insight, which could meansomething or nothing, but it was more than we knew a minute ago.
“He’s lying,” Crusher said, spitting at Adam. “Just let me kill him.”
“No!” I shouted. “It’s the truth. Santiago, you’re trusting the wrong enemy.”
Crusher reached into his pants. “You’re talking too much, pig. Maybe this will shut you up.”
A moment later, I was facing his dick, disproportionate to its owner’s size.
“If you push that thing into my mouth by force, I may involuntarily bite it off,” I said, turning my head to the side.
When I heard a weird sound behind me, similar to a bone cracking, my heart froze in my chest. I knew what it meant because I’d heard it once before—when someone dislodged his thumb to free his hand from a handcuff.
“Adam, please don’t,” I begged, knowing he had to be in a world of pain. “I’ll be fine. His dick is so small I won’t even feel it. Hell, I will need a magnifying glass just to—”
“FIRE!” The sudden scream in the distance filled me with dread. “Fiiiire! Heeeelp!”
It was the last thing I could remember before something hit my head and the world around me disappeared… for the second time that night.
When I came to, my head was throbbing, and I wasn’t in prison anymore. I could see the night sky and the gates of Grangetown Correctional Facility in the distance. I could see the blue and red flashing lights coming from the police cars and ambulances around me. Speaking of ambulances, I was in one because I saw a paramedic hovering above me.
“Nice and easy,” he said as I straightened up. “You got a nasty hit on the head.”
“Where’s Adam?” I said because it was the only thing that interested me.
“I’m here.”
I heard Adam’s voice before I saw him approaching me with a worried look on his face. He looked like shit, too. His nose wasn’t broken, but it looked bad. His jumpsuit was bloodied, and his left hand seemed swollen.
“Are you okay?” he said, sitting down next to me. “How is your head?”
“It hurts,” I replied, sniffling. “How is your thumb?”
“They popped the bone back in place, so… fine?”
“What the hell happened?” I asked him because a chunk of my memory was missing.
“A fire broke out in the cell at the end of the hall. Crusher and Santiago rushed back to their cages, along with their goons. The guards showed up, accompanied by the warden and Detective Bianchhi. After that, they extracted us.”
“What about the guards who were supposed to be on the night watch?”
“Disappeared. GPD is looking for them. They let those bastards into our cell and probably ratted us out. Also, we owe Mendoza a favor. He lit the fire in his cell and sent the message to Biancchi that shit is about to hit the fan.”
“Why the hell would he do that? He owes us nothing.”
Adam pointed at Detective Biancchi, who was standing by his car and peering at his phone.
“Because of him, I presume, but I won’t hazard a guess on why. If you’re smart, you’ll stay out of it.”
I looked at him. “Does that mean we’re going home?”
