I subsided because she was upset.
“Anymore, and I’ll hold you in contempt,” the judge warned. “Two years.”
“Watch your back, asshole, I’ll find you,” I threatened.
The judge smiled nastily. “Make that three for threatening a judge.”
Jody screeched angrily as I was hauled away. Fuck my damn temper.
Chapter One.
Magic Oct 2006
“Magic, you’ve got a bunkmate,” the guard, Jones, said warily. I looked up and smirked.
“Not for fucking long.”
“This isn’t a guy you mess with,” Jones warned.
“Yeah? We’ll see.”
Jones shrugged and walked away. Nobody could say I had been a model prisoner. I stood my ground and refused to back the fuck down. There’d been a few fights, some solitary and removal of privileges.
Twelve months I’d been here and had another twenty-four to go. I hated this place—and the scum who were jailed alongside me. The guards treated me the same as kiddie fuckers, rapists, stalkers, and the general filth of the earth. Although there were some who’d never leave, thanks to yours truly. Some of these assholes offended my morals.
After I’d placed three cellmates in the hospital, the warden decided it was best to bunk me alone. Until today.
I was lying on my bunk when a shadow crossed the cell door, and I glanced up. A hulking guy stood outside, and I frowned.
“New cellmate,” the guard said.
“If you say so.” I looked at the asshole blocking the light. “Shift, or I’ll move you.”
“Go fuck yourself,” the new inmate replied and stomped in. He was a big fucker, but I’d taken down bigger.
“Don’t get comfortable,” I warned and rolled over, showing my back. Only one person scared the crap out of me, and Jody wasn’t here.
Three days later
I should stay out of this. The shit going down didn’t concern me, but I was an interfering fuck. The little snitch who kept me informed of everything happening told me that Storm, my bunkmate, was about to get jumped.
On a mission, I strode down the cellblock corridors, and everyone moved aside. My reputation preceded me, and that made me smirk. Storm was in the shower block, and that’s where the attack was planned.
I entered a shitshow. Storm was fighting six men at once, and I didn’t favour the odds on that. Without a moment’s hesitation, I grabbed the nearest guy, hauled him back, and narrowly missed being shanked. Now pissed, I smashed him face first into a wall three times before he dropped unconscious. A second turned as Storm let loose a punch that sent a third dropping to the floor like a stone.
Four against two, that seemed fairer. Within minutes, the fight was over, and Storm and I were pushed back towards the wall, having assumed the position. The guards were yelling as Storm and I swapped amused glances.
“Wanna tell me what that shit was?”
“I’m an enforcer for Riders of Vengeance MC. Those are nobodies from a street gang we’re at war with. They believed I was an easy target,” Storm explained.
“Not today, brother,” I replied and chuckled as the guards stared askance. Here came solitary again.
“I owe you,” Storm stated and didn’t sound happy.
“Yeah, you sure do. And I know the favour I want.” My mind flew to Jody, and I smiled. Even inside this shithole, I could protect my girl.
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