The one that liked me. The one that kept asking me out despite me continuously saying no.
“Drummond.” I nodded as I tried to continue past him.
“Wait, Blaise,” Drummond called as I tried to bolt before he could say anything. “I wanted to ask you something.”
I felt my insides turn to dust.
“What?” I asked, resigned.
“Would you like to go to a wedding with me?” Drummond asked. “It’s next weekend. Formal. I can’t find anyone that wants to go with me. Nobody likes going to formal things.”
That, or maybe they just don’t want to go with you because you give off really weird vibes.
Or maybe that was just me.
Whatever the reason, I was about to turn him down gently when an inmate who’d heard our exchange chimed in.
“Listen,” the inmate drawled as he walked past. Not running like Sin had been, but walking and still looking just as sweaty. “You’ve asked her like a hundred different times to go out with you, and she’s said no every single time. There comes a point where you need to just take the hint. You gross her out. Just like you gross everyone else here out. Take the fucking misery elsewhere, because it’s getting exhausting.”
The inmate started to continue to walk, but Drummond got pissed and shoved him. Right into another inmate that had a touching issue.
That’s when shit degraded.
Fast.
One second, everything was calm and collected, and the next shit just… hit the fan.
Inmates started fighting. Guards started protecting themselves.
And before I could so much as process what the fuck was going on, he was there.
Protecting me once again.
I sighed. “I can handle myself, Sin.”
He backed me up until the fence was at my back, and he was at my front.
And all of his hot, sweaty, I want to put my mouth over every square inch of it body was pressed against me.
His skin was still bare.
He’d taken his shirt off at some point in between when I’d arrived, and when all the fighting had started, and now there were so many inches of bare skin for me to enjoy that I was finding it hard to concentrate on anything else.
“I know you can,” Sin drawled. “But there are about two hundred men out here pissed off because they’re being caged like animals, and there are about ten of you guards. I don’t want you getting a face full of fist like the creep guard is getting right now.”
Drummond was getting a face full of fist, but he was trading punches with the inmate who’d called him on his shit. He wasn’t being ganged up on by the inmates.
The riot alarm started sounding and shit really hit the fan then.
At one point, shit got so out of hand that even I was starting to get scared.
Men were just… everywhere.
One inmate was using the forty-five-pound weights off the weight bench to bash another inmate in the face. While another one closer to us was using the bar to jab people hard in the biggest body parts, taking them down with one single blow.
Then there was someone all the way across the yard that had what looked to be his shirt around a guard’s neck and he was choking him.
Drummond again, this time with a different inmate.
I groaned and started to move out from behind Sin, but he caught me before I could so much as take two steps away from him. Even while being engaged with two very big, very burly dudes.
Sin took them both down with two well-placed punches to the face.
One fell at his feet and tripped up the other one, momentarily distracting him. The other one went to take a step forward and took a face full of Sin’s fist right to his nose.
I watched as his eyeballs rolled back into his head and he went down like a tree.
The smack of his body hitting the dirt caused a plume of dust to billow up around him and us, momentarily distracting me from what I should be doing—which was helping the dumbass Drummond who’d started all of this.
“I gotta go over there and stop them before they actually kill him,” I grumbled as I pushed my bare hand into Sin’s bare back. God, I wanted to run it all along the length of the muscles. Trace the beautiful tattoos that ran down the length of his back. Preferably with my tongue. “Or they’re gonna notice I did nothing.”
“They’re gonna think you’re smart,” Sin disagreed. “Deke!”
Deke, a six-foot-nine powerhouse who had a couple of