He doesn’t say shit—wisely.
From this side of the prison, the damage to the exterior is minimal. But it’s still there, and once we get inside, we see the true extent of what’s happened… The result of a storm that’s still raging, andyearsof wear and tear on a structure that was probablyneverstrong enough to withstand even half of it.
There are so many layers to this thing. So many reasons why this happened. And despite the bullshit I’ve fed my men just now, there’s only one person at fault for the fall of Alabaster Penitentiary…Me.
I wish I felt bad about it, but I don’t.
Maybe next time, it’ll implode into fucking dust.
Rotting fucking shithole.
Storming inside the prison, I ignore Pedroia who’s trying to tell me things.
I didn’t come here to talk.
“Jefe, wait!” They all chase after me while I stride the halls, pistol in hand and determination in my every step. “It’s not safe…”
I simply scoff and shake my head, going straight for my office. The armory is right next to it, and if I know Jonathan the way Iknowthat I do, he’ll be setting up his base of operations in my office, as one finalfuck youto yours truly.
I make it to an adjoining corridor before I’m stopped by whispers. Taking cover behind a corner, I peer around it, listening closely.
“Come closer! I dare you,” someone shouts.
I recognize the voice immediately.
“Joshua… please,” I sigh, tucking my gun into my belt. “I’m coming out. Let’s talk.”
I’m using my bestDaddy loves you, babytone. I can feel it working in his silence, until he barks, “Can’t do it, Ivory. Time for talking is over.”
“You don’t wanna talk to me?” I pout.
He hesitates again. “No.”
He’s such a cream-filled softie, I swear.
“Hmm… alright. What about Alex?” I grin wickedly picturing the look on his face. “Do you want to talk to him? Because I can make that happen…Or, I can make it so he won’t beableto talk anymore. Your choice…”
I hear him grumbling curses while someone else tries to calm him down.
I walk my fingers along the wall, around the corner. Waving to the mirror they’re using to see into this hallway from around their corner. “Just a quick chat, love. How else am I supposed to know what you all want if you don’t tell me? I’m not amind-reader—“
“Enough!” A new voice roars. And this one straightens my spine.
A sadistic twist of my lips gives way to the wrath buzzing all over my skin.
There you are, my pet.
“We gonna talk or what, Officer Daddy?” I sneer.
I hear him snarl before he grunts, “Just you.”
Without another word, I roll around the corner, traipsing up the hall. He steps around from his, stalking up to me slowly, fists balled at his sides.
We both stop, a foot of space between us. My eyes fall to what he’s clutching, brow arching in amusement.
“You wanna use those on me… Don’t you?” I tilt my head, lashes fluttering at his angry face.
He doesn’t speak. Just keeps glowering at me.
