“But I also believe… that Cam Linetti is still out there,” I grunt.
Angel’s face drops. A few of the others who overheard look confused.
“He’s the last on my list…” I smirk. “Since I’m turning over a new leaf, I won’t kill him.”
Angel exhales, relieved.
“That said… If you’re interested in one lastQuiet Night,” I call to Byron, whose eyes light up. “I’d like to place a bet. Two-hundred and fifty thousand on Byron Kang to beat Cam Linetti.”
“Whoa, really??” Trevel gasps.
I nod animatedly. Byron’s lips quirk.
Stepping over, I drop a hand onto his shoulder. “You’re not dead, Byron. There was never an arrest on you, so there was never any need for a report. You’re still alive, Shadowman. Get out and live. You deserve it.”
He pins me with an appreciative look.
“You all do,” I address the lot of them. “So anything you need from me, you can have, under one condition.” They stare back at me. “You never take your freedom for granted.”
They’re all smiles, and nods, and murmuring cheers of acceptance. But most importantly,victory.
Sighing out one last breath, I grin at my little bird. “Alright, then. I’ll go get Cam.”
Laughter booms as Byron cracks his neck.
Trust me, there is nothing I want to do more right now than take a fucking shower. Have a beer.
Get fuckinglaid. Jesus, it’s been way too long. Two days?! Fuck that shit.
But I can’t just leave all these people standing by wondering what the hell’s going on.
We’ve been in here a while. Tucked away in Oscar’s Attic, having a private discussion with the enemy. Laughing and cheering from inside.
Jesus, they probably have no idea what’s happening.
Made worse when we all step outtogether. And The Ivory wants to pay Byron Kang a quarter-million dollars to beat the shit out of Linetti.
I wish I didn’t find it so hilarious…
Look, I love Linetti like a brother. All of these guys, they’re family. Whether it’s Osmond, this quiet dude who’s been with us for about three years and mostly keeps to himself—when he wasn’t ripping lines off the girls’ tits during the parties—or Jermaine, #40. Killed his girlfriend and her family when he found out she was cheating on him—she was cheating on him with anNYPD Sergeant.
Everyable body who rallied for me, who fought with me because they knew it was the right thing to do forus—prisoners and guards alike. It’s time to show them how grateful I am for their sacrifice, their loyalty.
Alabaster Penitentiary doesn’t exist anymore, and because of that, there are no prisoners, or guards.
It’s just us. Andwefucking did it.
We made it to the end.
I think the humor slips away fromel jefethe moment he steps back out into the woods and sees all the dirty, battered, angry and exhausted faces staring back at him. The giant goddamn mess that this island has become over the course of about a month.
Those rose-colored glasses slip right off when he realizes we won’t be launching right into fun times with bottles popping and watching people kick the shit out of each other. Business does need to be attended to first, which is certainly a buzzkill.
Still, I can see where his one-track mind is aimed… at Linetti.
Apparently, Linetti boned Ari. He was one of several, while she was partying with us—and sneaking around the prison, a la Dascha’s twisted mind—and because he is very much that possessive psychopath we’ve all been focusing our hatred on for years, he’s more consumed by wanting to see a person who put it in his boyfriend bleed than the hundreds of people standing around—many of whom arealsobleeding—waiting for some goddamn instruction on what the hell happens now.
The Isle is a disaster. Fires burning nearby from the explosions. Trees down everywhere.
