Am I losing my edge? Seriously, I must be going too easy on these assholes…
Jonathan, the prisoners,allof them. They’re far too comfortable disobeying me, which means they aren’t as afraid as they should be.
That needs to be rectified right the fuck now.
I’ll put the fear of God in them.
As we walk around the prison, I’m glued to the walkie Equino is holding up between us. Scanning channels, I’m listening for any indication of what thefuckOfficer Chevelle thinks he’s doing right now.
“Hang on,” I bark when I hear something. “Go back.”
He flips back until it comes in clear.
“…bet he didn’t anticipate this. Did you,sir?”
My every muscle bunches. My teeth set. I’m fucking tight with rage in an instant.
Oh, you sweet, arrogant fucking bitch…
You are so dead.
“That’s fine. I like it when people underestimate me, too. The walls are down. The prisoners will fight. We’re ready for you,Papi. So make your move.”
I’m fucking simmering, but I keep myself calm, and let it wash over me.
I can tell my men are watching me for a reaction, and that’s exactly why I swallow the wrath down like a huge pill.
This is what he wants—to get a rise out of me—and he’s counting on the anger making me stupid. But that’s not my style, and he knows that. It’s bait he knows I might not take, but he’s going to shoot his shot, which leads me to believe their plan isn’t completely solid.
I’d never admit it, but neither is mine.
If I’m being honest, the fall of the guard tower could be a win for them.
Snatching the walkie from Equino, I flip to our hidden channel. “Pedroia, está bien?”
“Bueno,” he chirps over the line almost immediately. “I’m fine. A little banged up, but I’m here.”
“Where?” I grumble, walking faster.
“Front entrance.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.” My gaze narrows. “What’s the damage?”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Good or bad news first?”
“Just fucking say it,” I growl. “I know they have the armory.”
“Si. They have men at the crash site too. Every time we get close, there’s bullets flying.”
How is that possible?? It’s been like fifteen minutes since I left there.
I take a deep breath before I blow a damn gasket.
“Inmates are loose,” he goes on. “I’m not sure if it’s from the storm or that device.”
God damn Lex Luthor…
I scoff. “What else?”
