Page 65 of His Wicked Revenge

CHAPTER 28

Leo

“Why the hell is the prison calling you?” Myles's voice makes me tear my eyes away from the screen. He is leaning over the center console, glaring at my phone. He suddenly gasps and lifts his eyes to mine. “Do you think they want you back?”

“What?” I erupt with laughter. “Myles, I think that if the prison wanted me back, they would send police to my door.”

“True.” He shrugs, sitting back in the seat. “You gonna answer it?”

The phone has already been ringing for a few seconds, and if I don’t swipe to answer now, I’ll miss the call. And knowing how the phones work in there, whoever is calling me won’t be able to call back immediately.

Sliding my thumb across the screen, I answer and tap the speaker button. “This is a call coming from the Washington Corrections Center. If you would like to take this call, please say ‘Yes.’”

“Yes,” I respond to the robot voice, and the line goes silent momentarily.

“And here I thought you weren’t going to answer.” The tone of Reed’s voice is playful, making me grin.

“Knowing you, you’d call me every day after until I answered,” I joke. “It’s crazy that you called. I was just talking about you today.”

“Hell yeah, I would!” He begins to laugh. “Awe, you miss me that much that you have to talk about me?”

I glance over to Myles, staring at me with curious eyes. “Is that your prison boyfriend?”

“Whoa, now!” Reed responds before I can. “Boyfriend? Fuck no. Prison best friend, yes.”

“Leo only has one best friend, and I already claimed that title.”

I shake my head, suppressing a laugh over the fact Myles is having a verbal altercation with a convicted murderer.

“Sounds like Leo didn’t need a prison boyfriend when he has one in the real world,” Reed quips, his voice turning from playful to severe.

It didn’t take a lot for him to flip a switch, which means I have to turn this conversation around before Myles puts his life in danger.

Yes, I know Reed is locked away, but when I was in prison with him, he informed me he has connections in the outside world. So, for Myles’s safety, I have to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“You two need to calm down,” I demand lightly. “Myles is my best friend, has been for years. Reed, I barely tolerated you.”

“Ouch,” he mutters, although he knows I’m playing. We grew close in prison. Not as close as Myles and me, but I could still count on him. “Oh! Walt says hi.”

“Did he speak those words, or are you making them up?” I question.

“I told him I was calling you, and his eyes lit up. I think he misses you.” He sighs dramatically on the other end of the phone. “They haven’t given him another cellmate. He’s scared them all off. You were the lucky one.”

“I feel honored. Tell him I say hi.”

“Will do!” The automatic voice cuts in, telling us the time is almost up. When it ends, I hear Reed rambling about being interrupted, “—fucking thing. I swear, they should extend the time of calls. Anyway, I’ll let you live your life in blissful freedom. Just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“I’m doing good. I have to navigate some hurdles, but I’m getting there. Call whenever you want. It’s nice to hear from you.”

“Oh, you don’t know what you just did,” Reed warns with a laugh. “You are the only person who will answer my calls. Everyone else in my life hates me. I’m going to be so annoying.”

“And that’s different than any other day?” I tease back.

“Oh, you little fuc—” the phone call cuts off mid-sentence.

Laughing, I drop my phone into the cup holder. I can still feel Myles’s eyes on me as I put the car in drive.

“That man is a murderer? He doesn’t sound like one.”