snotty, sugary sweet, asshole of a guard…
“He’s not uncalm,” Wyett snapped. “At least, he wasn’t until you came over here and told him to calm down. He was actually doing quite well considering I wasn’t telling him how I got a black eye. A black eye and the poor guy can do nothing about it because he’s in here in this joint cooped up with the likes of you. Now, please kindly get the fuck away from me.”
And, surprisingly, Breen did.
I looked at her with narrowed eyes. “What the hell was that?”
“That was me getting really tired of that asshole talking to me every time I come in here,” she growled. “I don’t know what his obsession is, but I only have enough time for one crazy person in my life.”
I gritted my teeth. “Your aunt?”
She snarled in frustration. “My aunt.”
CHAPTER 5
Optimist: the glass is half full of white wine.
Pessimist: the glass is half empty with white whine.
Realist: that’s pee, isn’t it?
HUNT
Twelve months later
The new prison in comparison to my old prison felt like I’d moved from a hovel in trailer town to a mansion in Bel Air.
No more daily fights. No more random attacks in the middle of the night from my roommates. No more guards beating the shit out of me for no reason.
No more random shanking in the lunchroom.
No more accidentally losing an ear at the barbershop.
Honestly, I could do a lot with what I was given here.
If only my first three or so years had been like this, I wouldn’t have hated it so much.
And, on top of it all, I had access to computers.
Access to computers that I’d already used to do basic searches into assholes’ lives that decided to make my life a living hell over the last two plus years.
One man in particular.
Breen.
The doors slid open, allowing us to enter into the visiting area, and there she was.
This time, her eyes didn’t have the same dark circles indicating that she’d gotten up early to drive the four hours to get to me.
This time, she had makeup on, looked fresh-faced, and had a smile on her lips that was aimed directly at me.
When I sat down, she pounced. “This place is so much better than the last. It’s like ten times better. And I don’t get groped on the way inside!”
Something sour filled my stomach. “You got that at the other place?”
She grimaced. “I didn’t want to tell you.”
“Why?” I asked carefully, trying to control my temper.
“Because I didn’t want to make it any harder there than it had to be,” she explained. “There was one guard in particular that always used to make me feel so grossed out.”
She shivered, and I knew right then and there what her reaction was about the last time she was visiting me at my former prison.
Breen.
He’d touched her.
He may not have done it in an obvious way, but he’d touched her and made her feel enough disgust that she’d reacted in a way that should’ve sent red flags shooting out everywhere.
“Yeah,” I said. “Was it the guard that you snapped at last time?”
She grimaced. “Yeah.”
I ticked off yet another box inside of my mind that would ensure that the asshole paid for what he’d done to me. And now to her.
My rage built.
That asshole was seriously going to pay.
I was going to find a way to make his life a living hell.
I was going to ruin him.
And I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
• • •
Six weeks later
I was honestly worried that I’d been caught doing what I was doing on the prison computers.
What I was doing on them wasn’t meant to be done, but seriously, there was no other way to do this.
It had to be done. Now.
“Get in there,” the warden, a rather large man that never quite met my eyes, ordered.
I sighed, having a feeling I was going to hate what was about to happen.
But there was no other way for it.
I had to do it.
And I had to pay for what I’d done.
It wasn’t nearly enough, that was for sure, but it was a start.
“I’ve been monitoring you.”
I frowned, looking at the man that was sitting in the visitor’s chairs in front of the warden’s desk.
The warden who hadn’t followed me into his office, but instead had closed the door and left me here with a man I didn’t know.
“Okay,” I replied.
“I need someone with your set of skills,” he continued. “In a few days, you’re going to have a