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Heaven gave her a probing look. “What exactly are you implying, War. Den?”
“What I’m implying, Miss Lewis, is this: since you’ve walked onto the grounds of this prison, you’ve not only sliced someone with a razor, causing her to need hundreds of stitches . . .”
“And she came into my cell—uninvited—trying to push up on me. Trying to tongue-fuck my pussy. No bitch. I’m not interested. Period. Point. Blank. So she slapped me. And I sliced her. Next.”
The warden gritted her teeth. She was slowly losing her patience with this bitch and her nasty attitude. “And then you attacked another inmate over on Three East, beating her unconscious. Would you like to explain that?”
Heaven swung her ponytail over her shoulder. “And I was punched, kicked and beat with sticks. Like I told you, when you paid me a visit in lockup: I went for help. And when the CO bitch gave me her flat-ass to kiss, I took matters into my own hands. What was I supposed to do? Wait until that bitch got at me while I slept? No, thank you. You got the wrong one. I’m not a gang-banger or some hood-trash chick, but I’m damn sure not some goofy bitch, either, who’s going to let some female threaten me, bully me, or put their damn hands on me. Trust. If a bitch steps to me—here or out on the streets—she has to get dropped before she drops me. And that, Warden, is a promise.”
The warden glanced at her watch and grimaced. She had a date with Captain Caldolini and she’d wanted to be out of the building by three so she could get checked into the Marriott in downtown Brooklyn, then prepare for her date.
They’d made dinner plans the night before, and she was looking forward to seeing him again. This would be her third date with the sexy, hard-bodied captain—and tonight she planned on sitting on his face while getting a taste of that Italian sausage that hung between his strong, hairy legs. Kielbasa or sausage link, it didn’t matter. She wanted to smother herself in his pubic hairs while sucking his dick.
It’d been so long—too long—since she had a dick sliding over her tongue. And tonight, she planned on changing that.
Maybe then she’d stop having dark, dirty fantasies of sliding her clit over—
“Are we done here?”
The warden blinked out of her salacious reverie. “No. We’re not. I listened to you rattle on. Now I need for you to hear me. And here me good.”
Heaven flicked imaginary dirt from beneath her fingernail, then looked at the warden.
“Now I can’t prove it, but I know in my gut that you were—no, are—somehow linked to what happened out in the yard with those three women last week.”
Heaven frowned. “Try again, War. Den. Like I already told you. I’m not gang involved, so I would have no reasons to entertain a bunch of dusty birds, or be involved in what happened to any of them.”
The warden tilted her head. “No, you’re not gang affiliated, but—dusty bitches or not, one of the young women who had her throat slit was a friend of Shareesa Lyons . . .”
Heaven gave the warden a blank stare, then feigned ignorance. “I don’t know a Shareesa Lyons.”
“The young woman whose face you sliced. They called her, Snake.”
“Oh,” she said nonchalantly. “I thought that was a man. But, anyway . . . what does one thing have to do with the other? I was nowhere near that girl, or her friends. So try again. Next.”
The warden stared her down. But Heaven refused to back down. So she stared back. The warden suddenly felt conflicted. A part of her wanted to reach across her desk and slap the inmate’s beautiful face. She was a smug bitch. Yet, she was equally breathtaking. Then there was another part of her that wanted to bite out her jugular. The one between her thighs. She cursed herself for wanting to kneel between her legs and sniff her unwashed cunt, wondering what she smelled like.
She fought to keep her gaze from drifting to her breasts; so goddamned perky and full. Several silent moments passed before the warden shifted in her seat and finally spoke, still keeping her eyes locked on Heaven’s.
“The water will be on by next shift,” Warden Kate stated. “But, understand this, Miss Lewis. I will not let you or any other inmate turn this prison into a battlefield. It stops now. One more incident that comes across my desk with your name on it or anywhere in it, and I promise you this: I’ll have you so hemmed up with street charges that by the time the judge finishes with you, you’ll be rotting under this prison. Now get your shit together, Miss Lewis. Get a grip on your life. And get the fuck out of my office.”
Heaven stared the warden down. Although she wanted to fill the room with a bunch of expletives and tell the warden to kiss her ass, she bit her tongue. The warden’s tone was calm, but there was a bite to her words and an icy glare in her eyes that let Heaven know she meant every word.
As Heaven stood to her feet and tromped
to the door, she could feel the warden’s gaze taking her in. She felt like bending over and shaking her ass in the warden’s face.
Instead, she left the office, slamming the door behind her.
Then the dark desires swept in, and the warden wondered if she had touched her, would there have been magic. Heat. Fire.
She pressed her thighs together, then closed her eyes and shuddered.
Oh, she’d been tempted.
Her lashes fluttered, and her eyes slowly opened. She glanced at her watch.
God, she couldn’t wait to get laid.
