I was done mooning over him. If he didn't want to touch me in all the right ways then he didn't need to touch me at all.
"Rosa," he called out as I moved beyond him and despite my best intentions, I paused and looked back at him to hear what he had to say to me. "Are we...good?"
"We're perfect, Roar," I assured him with a cherry pie smile that I usually reserved for people I hated but worked just as well to sell bullshit too. "I heard you loud and clear last night. No need for you to worry about the little pup. I'm good taking care of myself."
"Rosa, I-"
"This is not the moment for love's young dream to have a deep and meaningful conversation," Cain barked loudly, smacking his baton against the metal railing at the top of the stairs so that a dull noise rang out around the cell block.
"Oh please." I sneered, flicking a dismissive look Roary's way which actually fucking hurt me deep in my soul, but I had to do it. I had to be done with this because needing him and aching for him and pining for him was too fucking painful. He'd made himself clear and it had to stop. I wouldn't keep embarrassing myself. "He's so old his balls probably knock against his knees when he walks."
"You're getting my balls and my dick mixed up, pup," Roary joked and I rolled my eyes.
"Well it's not like I'd know," I replied before stalking away after Cain.
He stayed silent as he led me down through the cell block, past all the other guards who were currently taking the count.
"I need to count you, Twelve," an officer working by the coop called out as I moved to follow Cain out through the doors, and I paused as he approached with the scanner.
He was tall and bald, the name Nixon printed on his shirt and as his gaze slipped over me, he wet his finger and thumb and slicked his bushy black brows down. Welcome to ew city.
I'd seen him around a bit and I knew from my research that he was dirty, but I'd decided against using him in my plans. Nixon accepted bribes in the form of sexual favours and I had zero desire to get on my knees for a slimy bastardo like him.
"Look deep into the scanner," he said, licking his lips in a way that grossed me out, but maybe that was just because I knew he was a perv.
I turned my gaze to the scanner and waited until a shiny number twelve flashed up to confirm I'd been counted then slipped away from him and hurried out after Cain.
He led me along and I said nothing. We got into the elevator and I said nothing. We arrived up on level one where the guard barracks were and still not a single peep. I had nothing to say to him. So unless I absolutely had to respond to something, my lips were good and zipped.
Cain caught hold of my elbow and I fought the desire to fight him off and let him tug me along the corridor without so much as a growl.
"No smartass questions today, Twelve?" he asked when the silence got so deafening you could have heard a pin drop.
I didn't reply and he tsked angrily. He led me past an open dining area where a few off duty guards sat eating their breakfast and I fought the urge to moan at the scent of cinnamon buns and fresh, properly brewed coffee. Fuck him. He’d probably brought me up here purely to torture me with that smell.
Cain led me to a small office with a table in the centre of it and two comfortable looking office chairs sat on either side of it. He pointed me towards one and I flopped into it with all the attitude of a surly teenager, rolling the chair back and spreading my legs wide like those dudes who acted like their balls were too damn big for their bodies.
Instead of moving to take the other chair, Cain headed back out of the room and I was left wondering how long this was going to go on for. At least I had visitation to look forward to and I needed to see someone from home more than anything in the world today. I bet my Aunt Bianca had been having kittens while I was locked up and my cousin Dante would be cursing the