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“Nothing as serious as that. He’s just going to be transferred to a maximum security prison before the weekend...Miss. Picaut!”
He exclaims that because my head just fell back as if I was about to faint. I straighten, trying to ignore the black spots dancing before my eyes. “Maximum security?” I croak. “What did he do?”
“Assaulted another inmate and a guard.” Mr. Kowalski rubs his beard. “It’s unfortunate. Prisoner 05 is known for being well behaved and I’m not sure what got into him for him to go rogue all of the sudden...though you can never know with those criminals. They’re unpredictable. All of them.” Putting a hand on my shoulder, he mutters, “Don’t look so worried. We’ll assign you another inmate if needed.”
I’m almost choking in the small room, my pulse running like its being chased and I rub my hands on my skirt, squirming when tears prickle my eyes. “Can I at least see him one last time? Just to pick up some loose threads?”
“Of course, I should’ve thought of that myself,” Mr. Kowalski says to my relief and he calls for a guard. I rise on shaky legs and I feel like my body is going on auto mode as I walk down the halls. A part of me refuses to believe this and apparently my go to defense mechanism is to deny it’s happening. Feeling like I’m about to dissolve, I take a couple of running steps before I’m stopped and told to slow down.
But I can’t. My breathing is ragged and it’s not just about him being transferred to another prison. You don’t need to be a genius to figure out Giggs won’t be a free man within a year. The door opens and I step inside. This is our last time, last time I’ll ever be able to see him and he’s sitting at the desk, hanging with his head but he jerks when he senses me.
“Porsha...” he begins, his tone warm as always but I cross my arms.
“Don’t Porsha me. Why’d you do it?” I’m close to stomping my foot in anger. “It wasn’t worth it!”
“Yeah, it was,” he growls, his eyes flooding with fury and I freeze. There’s only one thing that makes him act with violence, only one thing that could make him use his fists against other males.
“It had something to do with me, didn’t it?” I gasp. He refuses to answer but I know it’s true. Reaching out with my arm, my voice is full of sorrow when I breathe, “Oh Giggs, always getting in trouble over me...”
I sit down and I don’t care that the guard is watching us in confusion. It feels like we’re all alone as there’s no need to pretend anymore. It’s over. Over when it was supposed to begin.
“My heart’s being ripped out of my chest,” I whisper, “think it wants to come with you.”
His eyes stir. “Stay strong for me like I know you can. Wait for me and don’t let any other man replace me.” His jaw flexes. “I’ll find a way for us to be together.”
“But how...?” I gasp. “You can’t walk through walls, you’re surrounded by guards 24/7...” I take a deep breath. “If only you’d been a tad less possessive, a tad less hotheaded...” I bite my lip, to stop the tears from falling. “So what if someone says something about me, or does something you think is a crime against me...”
Giggs’s fists clench.
“No one soils your honor on my watch,” he grits. “I’ll fight for you until the last drop. You have my devotion, Porsha. Anyone who disgraces you, disgraces me and they will suffer. Trust me will they fuckingsuffer.”
This. This is why he means so much to me. A lump forms in my throat, my eyes stinging like the waterfalls are coming up.
“How am I gonna be able to handle not seeing you...” I trail off and because I can’t help it, I burst into tears. They mercilessly flood my face and turn everything blurry. In the blur I watch Giggs’s face soften and he whispers in a gentle tone,
“Honeychild...,” his voice is full of heartache and he jerks his head, “come here.”
I shouldn’t, I should stay put but my heart has a mind of its own and I run around the desk, throwing my arms around him, my lips landing somewhere around his neck and he lets out an unrestrained groan. He can’t touch me and it grates on him, his whole body tensing with desperate need. I bawl, holding him tightly and it feels like only a second before I’m flung away from Giggs and I stumble backward, gasping.
That little stumble and the guard’s hold on me sets Giggs off and he violently shakes the table.
“Take your filthy hands off her,” Giggs snarls and I gasp in shock when he stands up, causing both the chair and table to topple. “Let her come to me if she wants to.”
“Dream on, Buchanan,” the guard sneers and Giggs’s face twists in fury.
“Said let her come to me!” he roars and I cry out when he lunges at us. I throw myself to the side, watching in horror as Giggs pins the guard against the wall, using the table. He holds him in place, growling, “Porsha get the keys or I’ll hurt you.”
He’s threatening me to not make me an accomplice and whimpering, I take the keys from the guard and when Giggs tells me to unlock his cuffs, I do it with trembling hands. As soon as he’s free, he knocks out the guard, then uses the table to block one of the doors and then he turns to me.
Time stops. My body takes over, my mind going blank and with a cry I run to him when he spreads his arms wide. With a moan, sounding like the one you make at the first spoonful of utopia he wraps his arms around me, my legs hooking on his waist and crossing at the ankles as he backs into the other door.
Panting, our mouths meet in a crash, our first kiss melting my senses and even Giggs’s knees wobble. Fireworks explode, making me whimper with abandon. His hands cup my butt, squeezing and groping with the kind of possessiveness that every good girl fears because she knows she’ll do anything for the man who makes her feel this way. Our bodies grind, needing to be so close that not even air has a chance to get in between us. Turning hot, I gasp when Giggs pulls my head to the side, moving in on the side of my throat and I cry out when it feels like being stabbed with prickles of heat.
“Oh, don’t do that!” I plead when I turn into a hot mess between my legs. “I can’t take it...”
“Why not?” Giggs growls. “You’ll take everything I give you.” He curses to himself, giving a pump with his hips that almost make me unravel like a ribbon on a valuable gift. “I’m on my last ounce of control...want to be inside you...so much...,” he grinds between his teeth and his voice comes out guttural like he’s barely able to speak. Our kiss is all our written love letters poured out in the meeting of our lips, the moment so special I wish we could crystallize into unbreakable glass and never shatter.
“Giggs,” I whimper, holding him so close I’m scared I’ll cut off his air supply, “please don’t let them keep you from me...”
