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“Take a seat and lie back. You can leave, gentlemen. We'll be fine,” she assures the guards. “I’ll buzz when he’s ready to be collected. Can you send up a full set of clothes? I'm going to have to cut these off.”
They grumble as they leave, and the doctor sets about cutting the overalls off. “Just pull it out, Doc. It's not in far.” I grab and pull the shank out, tossing it on her table as she gasps at me.
“Well, you might as well stand up and take your overalls and T-shirt off so I can stitch you up!”
As I remove my clothes, I can see her watching me. She’s not unattractive, but she's definitely not my type. As I sit back, she cleans up the blood that’s running down my leg, wiping slowly though, more sensual than I would have expected. She starts to stitch me up when there’s a knock on the door.
“Put them over there,” she informs the guy who’s brought me new clothes. He drops them on the chair and leaves while she continues stitching. Once she’s finished, she cleans me up again, her fingers lingering longer than professionally acceptable. “You know I’ve always wanted to have sex with an inmate.” She walks over to the door and locks it, leaning her back against it, “I’ve never found one I like… till now.” She takes a step forward. “What would you say to… helping a lady out?” She takes another step forward.
“Sorry, I’m not interested. I'm married.”
“Is that to the woman who just sent you that little message?” She points at my injury.
“What the fuck do you know about it?” I snarl.
“You just seem really angry, and maybe I could help you out, too… you could fuck me and get back at her. You could pretend it’s her if you like and make her pay.”
“I’d be careful what you wish for,” I say as I step forward, grabbing her around the throat. The thought of Ray passes through my mind, and I could totally stick one to her while sticking one to the good doctor here.
I shove her back a few steps till she hits her desk, then I reach down and grab her hips, twisting her round so she faces the desk. I rip her skirt up, and at the same time, I bend her over. I grab the gusset of her tights and rip it out, yanking her pants to the side. I step closer behind her. I engulf her, head in one hand, forcing it against the table before pulling my dick out and driving it into her without warning. I slam into her again. Harder this time, smashing her against the desk. As she whimpers, I push against her head and slam into her again. With every thrust, I hope to feel something. With every slam of my hips, I want to disappear; this feels wrong and awful, and as she comes around me, I can’t bring myself to release; I mean, my body’s trying. I’m still slamming into her, but there’s nothing happening. I just don’t feel anything. I grit my teeth as I slam again, and her whimpering continues. I slide my hand to the back of her neck and push her harder into the desk.
“Please, please stop. I can't… please.” She gasps. I release her and yank myself out of her, growling, and she pants against the desk. Her legs sag, and it’s a good job she’s laid on the table. I rip my boxers off and put all the new clothes on, snatching a large mesh bandage off the side and slapping it over the wound that’s now seeping.
“Buzz them,” I snarl at her, and she tries to stand, wobbling as she tries to right herself. She buzzes and then slumps in her chair, gasping for breath.
As I’m left in my cell, I stagger to the bed and drop onto it. A sudden wave of nausea floods me. What the fuck have I done? I’m painfully aware that whatever is happening with Ray and me, what I’ve just done has smashed the final nail into the coffin. That was her deal breaker, and as the cold sweats kick in, the nausea rings out again. I scramble off the bed and drag myself to the toilet as I puke my guts up, I can feel her on me, on my dick, and it’s making me feel sick again. I puke again, then drag myself up and scrub at myself. I need to get her off me.
As I slide down the wall, so I’m sitting half against the wall, half against the toilet, a sob spills out of me, and tears streak my face. Ray was the only woman I’d ever gone bare with until now. I don’t know if I was hoping we would get back together. Maybe it’s all a mistake, maybe… but now I know it’s over whatever else has happened. Those few minutes have destroyed my life, and she’ll never forgive me for this. My breaths start to stutter again, and my mouth waters as I heave again; there’s nothing left, but with how I feel over what I’ve just done, there’s no going back now.
Scar
Me and Pops head over to the prison to visit Steel. He got shanked yesterday, and we need to check to make sure he’s okay. He says he’s fine. A few stitches, and the guy who did it is in solitary. I need to go through a few things anyway. I need to check his testimony and make sure he still wants to plead not guilty. We need to check her story and find the holes. Pops reassures me that we’ve got this, but I’m not so sure this is Ray after all.
Steel walks in, sits down, and says it’s not major, and he’s keeping his head down, keeping out of trouble and trying to stay positive and alive. Although there’s something on his mind, I can tell. “What’s the matter, Steel? What’s going on?” I ask him, and he just hangs his head. “Steel, come on, you can tell me.”
He shakes his head. “I fucked up, Scar! I’ve seriously fucked up everything. Whatever happens now, it’s over, done.”
“What do you mean, done? What did you do? Steel, come on, tell me what’s happening?”
He slides his hands over his face, then reaches up, tugging at his hair, he says, “I fucked her. I fucked the doctor.”
I gasp and shake my head. “It was already fucked, Steel. You’ve not made it any worse. She deserves it. She doesn’t deserve you to wait for her. She doesn’t deserve you to be the man you are. She doesn’t deserve you at all.”
“Scar, that’s not fair, and neither of you have seen Ray. Neither of you knows the full situation. You’ve written her off already. What happened to innocent until proven guilty? You’ve already hung, drawn and quartered her without even seeing her!” Dad scolds us both. “And if you wanted to break her heart, Steel, you have succeeded. Now, let’s get down to it.”
We go through Ray's testimony, and we go through Steel's testimony. We go through the evidence or lack of it. The hearing is in three days. Steel’s been in here for weeks, far too long. It should never have come to this. It’s a total farce. Hopefully, when the judge sees the lack of evidence in a few days, we will be able to take Steel home. Ray, she can rot in hell for all I care, I don’t know what she’s trying to prove, but seriously, the bitch has got issues.
I take in Steel's dishevelled look, the anguish on his face, and the defeat in his eyes. “You still love her, don’t you?” He looks at us and nods.
“She’s… my everything, but I know what I’ve done… she’ll never let me near her again. Scar, I’m so confused.”
“Steel!” Dad’s voice breaks through our thoughts, and we glance at him. “Just stay safe, son. We’ll get you out of here and sort everything out.” We rise and leave Steel sitting there with his head in his hands. She’s really done a number on him.
When I get back to the clubhouse, Ares meets me and sweeps me in for a kiss. Dad’s gone back to the office. “What’s that for?” I grin into his kiss.
“It’s a thank you for not being a total bitch and screwing us all over like your sister.”
“She’s no sister of mine, Ares. The witness statement is way, way out of line. The only truth in it is her name. Steel’s in a mess because he fucked the doctor in prison.” I shrug.
