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“Anything else?” my lawyer shouts as I’m pulled through the door.
“Yeah, tell him to calm the fuck down. I’ll be out soon.” I laugh loudly at the perplexed look on his face.
Out soon. Doubt it, but I need something to hold on to. I need something to make these fifteen years fly by. And something to hold me back from fucking running out of here and putting a bullet in Antonio’s brain myself.
Chapter 2
Rax
Present Day, Trusdale State Penitentiary, Missouri
“Come on, man,” the guard, Officer Trenton says with a sneer. “Get your dumb ass up. You have a visitor. I’m not in the fucking mood to wait on you, bitch.”
Instead of rushing to make him stop fucking yapping, I take my time sliding off my bunk and putting on my slippers. It takes me like twenty seconds to put on my prison orange top and Officer Trenton’s face turns bright red with anger.
I shouldn’t rile him up. He won’t take it out on me as much anymore, but in my place, he’ll harass some of the short timers I’ve gotten close to who want to prospect for a chapter of Devil’s Mayhem when they get out. We have three chapters here in Missouri, a few sprinkled in Oklahoma and some of the guys are even from Tennessee like me.
Trenton knows how to piss me off.
Knowing I need to protect any future members of my MC—those that survive prospecting anyway—I put some pep in my step.
When I’m dressed, I approach the cell door, glaring at Officer Trenton. He glares back, gnashing his teeth as we have a stare down. My slight smirk might get me an ass whooping later, but that can’t be helped.
“Turn around, inmate,” he barks, some spittle landing on my face. I wipe it without thought—knowing he would sooner hock a loogie in my face than apologize—and turn around, sticking my wrists through the slot in the bars. Officer Trenton slaps the cuffs on, being nice enough to almost cut off circulation with how tight he affixes them to my wrist.
“Open cell!” he shouts and my cell door opens.
Grabbing my arm roughly, he pulls me out and starts marching me to the visitors’ room. “You know it’s outside of fucking visiting hours. I was enjoying my sitcom when I got the call to come retrieve you. If I have my way, you’ll serve some time in the hole.”
“For what this time?” For the past seven years, Trenton has been finding trumped up reasons to put me and other inmates in the hole. I stayed two weeks once for not picking up an apple core that he tripped over. I also ended up in the infirmary after he came in and beat the shit out of me with his baton.
I’ve been waiting for the moment to pay him back for all his bullshit. I don’t care how long it takes; he’ll get what’s coming to him.
He laughs, a loud sound that is drowned out by the shouts from the other inmates. “Does it matter? Just know that I have the power to do what the fuck I want. Your pussy motorcycle buddies aren’t here to have your back.”
When I got here, I hadn’t told my brothers what Trenton and the other guards had been doing. Not because I’m afraid of these bitch-ass guards, but I know they like to pick on the smaller guys that want to join the club. I can’t protect them all. I can try to keep my future brothers safe by not antagonizing the guards.
I’m a bleeding fucking heart, really.
I stop walking, halting him in his tracks. “They haven’t been here for seven years. You think I really need them?” I know I’m fucking myself with that comment, but he always knows how to piss me off. I’ve kept my cool for the most part while I’ve been doing my time, trying to keep my head down and wait for at least one of my appeals to come through. Trenton makes that shit hard.
His nails dig into my bicep and I flex to stop the pain. My arms are big, but Trenton is big too. And strong. A little doughy around the middle, but still strong.
He yanks at me hard and I start walking again. “Oh, Raxel, you’re going to wish you didn’t say that.”
“Looking forward to it, bitch.”
We make it to the visitors’ room before he can retort. The warden is there, standing impatiently, so Trenton doesn’t try anything funny.
The warden gives me a sarcastic smile. “The enforcer has arrived.”
I do a faux imitation of a bow, dipping my head sardonically. “Happy to be here. Did I win a prize or some shit? That’s the only reason you would be here to greet me, sir. Let me just say, it’s an honor.” My voice drips with sarcasm and the warden narrows his eyes. “A lot of fanfare for just me.”
“I needed to have a word with your lawyer. Let him know that just because he knows someone in a higher position than me doesn’t mean you get special fucking privileges. Visiting hours are enforced for everyone. You’re not special.”
Shrugging, I look around at my surroundings. “I don’t know, Warden. You’re here to talk your shit to my face. Must be pretty special if you didn’t have your bitches do it for you.” I incline my head to Trenton whose jaw is so tight I’m surprised his teeth haven’t cracked.
The warden gets in my face. His voice drops to a whisper and I grin. I love riling these fuckers up. Since the warden can’t do shit to me while Shane is nearby and the cameras are recording his every move, I have my fun. “Listen to me, you little shit. If your lawyer wasn’t behind this door, I would have your fucking ass.”
