“Then what else do you suggest, Prez? The way I see it, this is the best chance we have of getting Watson and his lapdog to back off.”
“Do you really think you’re the right guy for the job?” Jett asks, his question coming as a surprise considering he’s my best friend.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I fuck her, snap a couple photos and leave. Job done.”
“Real sensitive, Kill.” He rolls his eyes.
“What? She’s Watson’s daughter,” I remind him.
“That’s exactly my point. We all know you’ve got history with Watson, it’s personal for you.”
“All the more reason for me to do it.” Seeing some naked photos of his daughter is bad enough, but how mortifying would it be knowing it wasmewho corrupted his little girl. My dick jerks from the thought of dirtying her up a little.
Myles scrubs a hand back and forth over his jaw. “I still don’t like it, but it’s the best we’ve got right now. Just don’t let this get back to Allie, I need my balls intact if I plan on giving her kids one day.”
“Keeping secrets already, you’re walking on thin ice, brother,” Jett teases.
“Fuck you, just make sure you keep your mouth shut, yeah?”
Jett holds up his palms in surrender. “Whatever you say, brother. You’re the boss.” He pretends to fasten an invisible zip over his mouth, locking it with a key.
As we each make our way out of the chapel, I head over to Mac and take him aside, no time like the present to get the ball rolling. “Think you can get your girl to bring her friend along to the fight on Sunday?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Appreciate it.”
On my ride home, my mind returns to Kaia and excitement has my stomach flipping and my cock twitching in my jeans.
Her father royally fucked me over all those years ago and I don’t think I’ll ever find it within me to forgive him, so it’s kind of ironic that I get to fuck him by fucking his daughter.
Fuck, this is going to be fun.
5
The creak of the metal bed frame above me has my eyes snapping open, ripping me from the sleep that was finally coming after hours of staring up at the underside of the top bunk, my mind racing, unable to shut off.
Sleep doesn’t come easy here, the slightest noise has you wide awake in a second, constantly on your guard and never quite relaxed enough to drift into a deep comfortable sleep.
It’s my first night here, locked up in a maximum security facility with the worst of the worst and I have to wonder what I’m doing here. I know what I did was wrong, but I’m not a monster like the rest of them. AmI?
I made a mistake. I never meant for it to end the way it did. I just wanted to make him stop. And now because of that, I’m looking at six years. The thought has my stomach bottoming out.
Six long years. It’s not even been twenty-four hours and I’m wondering how I’ll make it through the night.
It’s dark, except for the dim lighting that stays on all night, providing just enough light to see the outline and shadows of shapes and objects.
There’s more creaking above me, followed by a heavy thump and some shuffling. I force my eyes to adjust and I startle when I see the silhouette of my cellmate standing beside my bed.
I haven’t spoken to him much since I got here, but just one look of him is enough to have even the toughest bastards trembling in fear. He’s a big guy, built like a fucking tree. All muscle, like he does a thousand press ups a day. He’s completely bald, and his eyes… black, like death.
Like evil.Pureevil.
“On your feet, boy,” he commands.
What?But it’s the middle of the night. Rather than ask why or argue, I do as I’m told.
“It’s Killian, right?”
