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The noise from the other cells gets louder—shouts, taunts, the usual crap from guys trying to get a rise out of anyone. Some days, it’s damn near impossible to ignore it all. But a solid workout and memories of Sophie keeps my head on straight.
So that’s what I do. Every damn day.
Get my muscles sore enough just to feel something, anything other than the numbness of this place.
Then, late one night, while I’m doing lunges, I overhear something—murmurs of revenge, whispers about my MC, Reckless Souls. I scoot closer to the vent and press my ear against the metal, straining to hear the quiet conversation.
There’s gotta be three—maybe four—dudes talking in Spanglish, but the words I understand, I don’t like.
Reckless Souls. Biker assholes.
I don’t recognize the voices, but I need to get the fuck out of solitary so I can let Ace know the criminals in solitary are talking about us. Could be trouble. Whatever happens to me, I’ve made my own choices, but my job is to protect my brothers from all enemies.
Finally, after about twenty days, the cell door opens all the way, and I’m out, greeted by Officer Davis. “Your lawyer’s got a big mouth. Boss ain’t happy.”
“Good.” I don’t give a shit if anyone in the whole damn complex is ever happy again. “She’s just doing her job, same as you, man. Right?”
“Yeah, sure, we’re all doin’ our jobs, but some of us do ‘em a bit more quietly.”
I turn away from the door so he can slap the cuffs on me, rolling my eyes because, yeah, he’s just doing his job, but it’s a fucked up job that I’m pretty sure violates a few laws.
“Quiet don’t always get the job done, though. Am I right?”
“That’s for fucking sure,” he says and nods for me to move forward. “Good thing, too. Who knows how long you might’ve been up here.”
He leads me to the stairwell and the land of the living, but instead of heading for the community pods, he guides me down the hall toward the meeting rooms and knocks on one of the doors before opening it.
Noelle jumps to her feet. Her cleavage spilling out of the top of a skin-tight blouse as she gets in the guard’s face. “Remove the cuffs. Right. Now.”
“The cuffs stay on, ma’am.”
“The fuck they do,” she shouts. “Take them off now unless you want to be named personally in the lawsuit, Officer,” she checks his name badge. “Davis.” Her gaze narrows to slits, and she folds her arms, fury radiating off her curves like a fucking cartoon character.
“Suit yourself,” he growls, unlocking the cuffs and leaving me and Noelle alone.
“Are you all right?” Her chest is still heaving from the anger unleashed on the guard, but her tone is soft, and, if I’m not mistaken, genuinely concerned.
“I’m good. Glad to be outta there, though, so thank you.” I shake my head and drop down into the metal chair, outlining the details of the fight that landed me in the hole. “He started it, but I had to fight back.”
“Of course,” she says. “That doesn’t explain why the fuck you were in there for twenty goddamn days. First offense is twenty-four hours. Period. I’ve already started the lawsuit paperwork. I just had to make sure you were still alive first.”
“Noelle, I gotta tell you, it’s nice to have someone in my corner who can fight on a level playing field, but lawsuits and payouts aren’t at the top of my list.”
“No, this is serious, Tank. You have any idea how many people die in solitary each year? How many times inmates are forgotten about for months, sometimes years on end? It’s not right.”
“Yeah, I get it. You do you, but right now, I need you to get a message to Ace. Immediately.”
She stops her tirade and stares at me, dark brows pulling into a frown. “Why?”
“It’s MC business, nothing illegal.”
“Sure. but I’m not sure anything is as important as what’s happening in his life right now.” My heart stops at her words, but Noelle is unaware and keeps talking. “Ace’s wife is in the hospital. She’s having the baby.”
“No shit?”
A small smile touches her lips. “No shit. I called to see if he wanted to come up with me, and that’s when I got the news.”
I’m happy for Ace and Kenna. Another new life in the family is a good thing. “That’s fucking awesome but trust me when I say he’ll want to hear what I have to say. If you can’t get straight to him, get the message to Dix.”
