Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
They were impeding my ability to work, and making it so that I was going to have to be here longer than I ever intended to be.
It’d been two freakin’ weeks and I was no closer to finding out any of the information I was here to get than I was the day I’d entered this fine facility.
There was silence after my declaration, and Cruz’s face started to turn a ruddy red as his anger became palpable. “Bull fucking shit,” he said, starting forward.
Surprisingly, it was the one I’d been calling ‘Bull’ that stopped him from coming.
“I knew you weren’t the same little fucker who was here before you,” he said. “I saw what you did to that kid, Mendes,” Bull said.
His name wasn’t actually Bull. In fact, it was nothing close to Bull.
I thought it was Jeffries, but Bull fit the man to a T, seeing as his shoulders were as wide as Texas was across.
And his fists were the size of hams.
I shrugged.
He was right.
I’d saved the little kid, Mendes.
Mendes had been convicted of dealing thanks to his brother.
I’d actually been the one to book him and try his case.
The short of it was that Mendes wanted to fit in so badly with his older brother that he was willing to do just about anything. Even transport ten pounds of weed across county lines.
Not that he’d known that what he was transporting was weed.
His brother had told him it was a friend’s gym clothes that he’d left in his truck.
Mendes, only wanting to get his brother to notice him, had taken the bag to the ‘friend.’
Only the ‘friend’ was actually an undercover cop who’d been just as surprised to see Mendes as Mendes was when he was arrested for distribution, and his brother was arrested for possession.
Mendes had finally realized that his brother was a piece of shit. He took the plea bargain, but he still had to serve time, and he’d always have a record.
The kid had been dealt a bad hand in life.
He was smart as fuck, though.
And I knew exactly who I was going to offer a job with Peek the minute he got out.
Mendes was a whiz with computers.
In fact, he’d gone so far as to hack into the oldest computer in the world, which just happened to be in the prison’s library, giving me access to the Internet while I was in this hellhole.
I didn’t know how he did it, and I was pretty sure that what he did wasn’t illegal, but the kid had ingenuity, and I found that I kind of liked that about him.
I shrugged. “Kid wasn’t harming that fucker.”
Bull nodded.
“No, he wasn’t, and that’s why I try to keep my eye on him. Which is also why I caught you sticking up for him. Your brother wouldn’t have done that,” Bull observed.
My brows rose.
“How do you know he’s my brother?” I asked.
He gave me a look that clearly said, ‘how stupid do you think I am?’
I smiled.
“Yeah, he’s my brother,” I confirmed.
“That’s starting to make a lot more sense. I heard your brother lost half his hand, and then suddenly you show up with a perfectly working hand and not even a scar on it,” Anon, another guard that I didn’t mind, said.
I picked my hand up and looked at it.
“Shit,” I said. “Kelly, what the fuck? Why didn’t you keep that shit under wraps?”
Kelly shrugged.
“I don’t know,” Kelly admitted. “Guess I will next time I do this, though, won’t I?”
“If we noticed it, chances are some of the inmates probably noticed it, too,” Cruz pointed out reluctantly. “Some of the guards don’t keep their traps shut when they should.”
I pursed my lips and thought about it.
“It doesn’t really matter,” I said. “I hopefully won’t have to be here that much longer.”
“I’ll be happy to stab you in the hand and make it look more realistic,” Jessup offered.
I glared at the little fucker, then back at the guard I hated most of all.
He was always the first one to accidentally knock my food on the ground.
“You got a problem, little boy?” I asked him.
And he was little.
He had what I called ‘short man’ syndrome.
He was always out to prove he was a bigger badass than the rest of the guards, and with that came a big fucking attitude.
I knew, however, that he was good at what he did.
He’d have to be to still be here.
Which was why I was trusting him with this information.
I’d given Kelly a list of the guards that I thought would take the news and not use it to fuck with me, and these five men were the ones that I knew would keep it to themselves.
Jessup started to come forward, but Bull caught him around the shoulder.
“Do you know who that is, man?” Bull asked.