Chapter One

Prison Bait: Bryson: Recovery

  

Was my life always this complicated? I don’t believe so, or perhaps it was because I was the little chubby nerd that never had friends, growing up in the ghetto of Mississippi with a drug coma mother and a half-brother that moved to stay with his father at ten. I was forever a loner and eventually, silence was all I ever wanted in my life until around the age of fourteen, that’s when I started high school. Teachers, principals, and counselors started to hound me about what I wanted to be when I got older, and because I knew college wasn’t an option, I never focused too much into my future. Everything was going day to day, year to year, lifetime to lifetime. 

Senior year rolled around in a blink of an eye, at the fresh age of seventeen I was smart but not smart enough to learn that men weren’t nothing but assholes, and they expected me to be an asshole cause I was a man too. I never paid attention to the sex talk all the other teenagers did, jocks fucking cheerleaders, teachers fucking students… nerds jacking off to sate their pleasure. None of it interested me until I had turned seventeen and even with the lust of a grown man, I didn’t have anyone to take that pleasure with. That was… until I started prostituting like my mother, she’d fuck for drugs and I’d go behind to clean up the mess but somehow, I got tied into the lifestyle as well. Drugs became my new hobby, sniffing was one of the things that I hid perfectly by ignoring the urge to rub my nose while I was sitting in class. 

But… my addiction started to get out of hand, I couldn’t control the urges to sniff twenty-four-seven and would have mini withdrawals until they passed and I’d be able to think straight again. I was a complete wreck until I could go home, change into something more appealing then call one of my mom’s friends that was gay, and set up a deal for that day. And the days repeated, over and over, everyday I’d go through the same thing and never once thought about getting help, and it was because I didn’t want help, I wanted to sniff .

Five months before graduation and only one month after I had finally turned eighteen, I had caught the attention of a jock when I was assigned a project with him and that was how him and I started our little rendezvous. It was little flirty remarks, me rubbing his tattoo covered arm or him throwing his arm around my waist whenever we were in private. He was a sexy eighteen year old, nice caramel skin with muscles to die for because he played nearly every sport offered during the high school year, from basketball and football to hockey, and even baseball for a few months. He was a hunk of a teenager, and all cheerleaders had a taste of him… Freddie, his name was Freddie.                      

       

“In the case of Newton v. Maroon, we find the defendant:

Bryson Maroon

guilty of prostitution and drug paraphernalia possession.“ I felt my throat tighten but I stayed completely silent as I knew I was in very much trouble. 

This was my third offence on prostitution so it was very likely I would be facing jailtime, if not a little prison time as well. I was scared to speak up as everyone stared at me as if waiting for me to cause a scene in the courthouse, but I couldn’t find the will to yell that I was innocent, because I wasn’t. I was guilty of sucking off an undercover cop that promised me a small baggie, even when he showed me his badge, I didn’t believe him because he hadn’t told me until after I had finished him off with oral. His snug smirk told me that he knew he wasn’t supposed to let me do that to him, but he had because he wanted to let me, and plus he was an officer and they’re always privileged. The sound of a chair scrapping caught my attention as I looked beside me at my public defender, who had rose up and grabbed his coat off the back of his chair as if he had accomplished something. There was nothing to accomplish, I knew from the moment I saw that badge that I was in huge trouble and I was going to be going straight to jail with no chance of a slap on the wrist this time.

“Mr. Maroon.” I looked up as the judge called out to me, her eyes were trained on me like a snake as she stared me up and down with a look of disgust. “You will be serving five years in

North Acres County

, as this is your third offense, and you obviously haven’t learned from the last two fines you’ve summed up on prostitution, and drug paraphernalia, that’s not a new offense either.“ I stared at Judge Megan Wright as she spoke but I wasn’t really hearing her, I was more focused on the punishment I was receiving. 

The glass pipe they found in my coat was definitely being used against me, as well as the officer’s report about me agreeing to prostitute through the messages and such, I was in deep shit and there was no way of digging myself out. I was moved to the back of the courthouse where the docking bus would be soon pulling up to take me to my next home for the next few years. Five years wasn’t long at all, but it was also about staying out of trouble and making sure to stick to myself as I did my time. I didn’t want to do anything that fucks up my chance of having to stay longer than five years, all I have to do now is just suffer eating their nasty prison food and sleeping on their cold, hard cots. In the back of the courthouse, it was completely silent other than an occasional cough or the female guard on duty popping her gum as she eyed each of us carefully, her rifle positioned perfectly in front of her chest incase she was to be attacked.

I was mostly zoned out as we sat and waited for the appropriate bus to arrive, and until the person beside me shifted in my direction a little too much, I stayed zoned out. I sort of woke from my haze as I glanced over and did an immediately double take at the burly man sitting beside as he waited with his cuffed hands sitting in his life. The man’s dreads were almost shoulder length with the tips a soft brown that twirled in the air as they danced along with his head moving to look around with a face of frustration. I quickly looked away as he looked in my direction, as if he felt me staring at him, but I got a good look at his face and saw he had high cheekbones, dark brown eyes that looked cold and emotionless. 

Most of all, his lips were nice and so kissable as they were thick as hell and I just wanted to give him a big ass kiss right then and there. There were many things I wanted to do with this stranger, play with his dreads, kiss his lips, rub my hands all over his masculine body that was to die for. He obviously exercised a lot on his downtime, or whenever he probably had the chance, he must always wanna workout cause he was built so stocky. Tattoos covered his entire left arm and his neck all the way up to right where the bottom of his chin met, he was probably covered in tattoos all over and I wish I could strip off his issued prison uniform to see if he had tattoos under there too.

“North Acres bus is here.” A guard spoke up, and slowly the stocky man beside me got to his feet and I was able to see the logo on the back of his uniform, he was from North Acres County. 

I rose to my feet and looked up as did a few others before they started assembling a line with the few people we had, it wasn’t but only five of us from this courthouse that would be heading to North Acres, was I ready? Hell no, but there wasn’t anything I can do about it. I was stranding before the stocky guy as we waited for further directions, I could feel him staring at the back of my head as someone came to stand before me in the same uniform the guy behind me was wearing.

“Dumbasses, do you know how to form a fucking life?” A guard asked us while staring with a sneer that said he was not impressed before turning around to speak to another guard.

“Nah, but we know how to fuck your bitch.” One of the five people in the line muttered loud enough for everyone to hear and indeed we did laugh.

The guard’s face started to turn beet red as he quickly whirled back around to see who had disrespected him in such a manner. “Who said that?!” 

The guard was lanky and looked no older than twenty or so, and because he seemed like the new guy that had a short temper, they were definitely going to pick on him and make him probably cry on the way home. His deep green eyes wandered between each of us as he tried to determine who it was, I stayed silent because I wasn’t a snitch and I was liking the fact the comment had him moved. I dropped my head to hide the smile trying to sneak on my face as my shoulder-length curls fell over my face, I was trying hard not to laugh at how red his face was as he continued to look at us. 

“Start docking the bus.” Another guard ordered to the red-faced one, who only turned to glare at him before walking to unlock the gate so we can dock the bus.

We took the walk step by step, I was very cautious so I wouldn’t get stepped on while also making sure I didn’t step on the person before me, and it truly took focus but I could do it and before I knew it, we were at the bus and waiting for the driver to open the door. He finally pulled the door open as we were each counted for as we took our seats, I ended up starting at a new seat and scooted to the window as the seat beside dipped from the stocky guy sitting beside me. He sat with his legs slightly open or his knees would of been digging into the seat in front of us, I glanced over at him before turning to look away, I didn’t wanna get caught eyeing him because he’d probably be uncomfortable with it. The North Acres County prison bus jerked as it started down the road and we were on our way to my next home for the next five years, I knew it was going to be hell and the sooner the five years go by, the sooner I can get me another small baggie. The guy beside me shifted once more and caught my attention as I glanced over at him but looked away as he looked over at me and openly stared, as if he was sizing me up as he slowly ran his eyes up and down my body, I fought the urge to shiver under his sexy stare. 

“You got a staring problem?” The guy asked sternly, making me peek over at him before hastily looking away. “You tryna suck some dick?”

I nearly stopped breathing at his question as I was completely caught off guard, don’t get me wrong, the man was completely handsome and I wouldn’t mind but I hadn’t expected him to be gay at all. I definitely didn’t mind pleasuring a fine man like him because I wanted to give him good enough head that he would always want a piece of me but I had to make sure to hot fall for him. Everything could play out perfectly for me if I was to give him oral sex, because I could get him wrapped around my little finger and he can become my protection for the next five years.

That is… if I play it safe. “No.” I replied stiffly, turning my head away from him.

His soft humph caught my attention again as I glanced over at him to see that he was still staring at me, making me raise an eyebrow as I tried to make it appear like I wasn’t interested, part of me wasn’t but part of me was also curious of this mysterious (and sexy) man. 

“You look familiar, I know you from somewhere.” He spoke up finally, making me squint at him as I tried to think if he was one of my mother’s clients or someone I ever pleasured.

It was useless, there have been way to many men in my life for me to know who I have and haven’t seen before, so I simply shrugged it off to him before turning to look back out the window. He chuckled at my reaction as I ignored him this time, maybe he was grasping on to the fact that I was playing hard to get with him. I suddenly felt a soft gust of air rush in my ear, making me gasp as I quickly turned to see his face on my inches from mine and he had small smug look on his face that told me he knew. His action told me that he definitely knew me because only a few people knew that my ear was a weak spot, a complete turn on whenever bitten, licked, or just having air blown in it. I looked at him in disbelief as I tried to think who this guy was out of the small select that knew my ear was my weak spot, I couldn’t pinpoint who he was as I bit my lip nervously. He knew who I was definitely. 

“I can fuck you, if you want.” He whispered, and this time I couldn’t fight my shiver as my body raked with growing pleasure, making it harder for me to play hard to get.

Who the hell is this guy and who the hell do he think he is? His knee gently bumped against mine as his hands fell on my thigh and I was sure that he was going to be touching my dick soon if he brought his hand any higher. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, his voice soft and husky, making me only more aroused as I felt the blood rushing in my dick.

“I…” I didn’t know how to respond.

Suddenly, his face fell blank. “

Then stop staring

.“ He deadpanned in the most stern way before turning his attention forward once more. 

I was so confused on what happened, my eyebrows lowered as I lightly cocked my head while looking down in my lap at the slight bulge I had from him toying with me… so he didn’t want me?

Chapter Two

I was mostly silent during the rest of the ride, it was completely unusual for someone to just play strings like that in this type of situation, as men would rush to have someone in their bunk at the end of the night. I was then curious of what he would of said if I had instead told him yes, that I wanted him to have sex with me, would be actually be surprised? I bit my lip as I closed my eyes and just focused on taking breaths, making sure to make it seem like his response didn’t bother me, but for so me reason it did. Was it classified as rejection? Without really having to know this man, I could tell he was more on the dominant side and liked to wear the pants in a relationship, if he was in one. 

He probably was, I couldn’t see a man being this fine and actually single, it’s impossible for me to believe he at least don’t have someone on the side. The bus came to a jolting halt and I leaned forward from the braking, I then slammed back against the seat as I realized we had came to a stop only meters from a bridge that was momentarily raised. It slowly lowered as we all strained to see what exactly was happening, finally with the bridge down we started to cross it and I was more than nervous. All the scary movies I watched taught me that bridges collapse faster than a sinkhole, so I was more than terrified as I squeezed my eyes shut and listened closely as we drove over it. My fist were tightly clenched as I took a deep breath, I hated bridges. I hated bridges. I HATED BRIDGES.

“You cool?” He asked suddenly in a light whisper, which I frantically nodded to. 

“Y-Yeah.” I muttered hastily, my breath immediately catching in my throat.

We finally passed over the bridge as I released the breath I was holding, feeling a lot more relaxed as I leaned my head forward and focused on my racing heart, willing it to calm down as we were now safe. However, we were far from safe as we came to another hard braking and I realized the trip was over, I was really going into a prison for the next five years and unless I found ways to protect myself, I was in a lot of trouble. I nibbled on my lip as I stared at the large building that blocked the sun from beaming down on the bus, it appeared to be a race track along the front of it and that peaked my attention momentarily until we started exiting the bus. 

The guy stepped out the way for me to walk before him and I immediately took the chance, I followed a smaller guy that was standing before me all the way to the door with the stocky guy behind me. I felt like he was staring at my ass for some reason, and he probably was because everyone stares at my ass. They either wonder why it’s so thick and I got feminine hips or they admire the fact my ass is wide and I got feminine hips, and he was probably admiring the fact because they were right at his hip level if he happened to step forward. I reached the front of the bus and stepped down, a fully gowned guard was standing with a clipboard that had a stack of files stuck to it, old fashion prison I speculate.

“Name?”

“Bryson Maroon.” I replied, I waited as he flipped a few pages before marking my name… that gotta be a pain in the ass.

The guard used his pen to gesture me forward and I walked forward to the next location, which was through the prison door that was toward the side of the docking station for semi-trucks. I was issued three complete sets of uniforms, and what surprised me was that I was given back two things that belonged to me when I arrived at the courthouse. My jeweled belly button and my solid black tongue ring, I was completely shocked that these were handed back to me until I saw a inmate peak with a pair of snake bites on his lips. 

This prison is definitely different from any regular prison system, which rarely allowed eyeglasses, legal work, and maybe your favorite book if you were lucky… but I at least had my piercings so they won’t close. I paused as I quickly rushed to put my tongue piercing in first, knowing that once I get to my assigned cell, I can put it in and it should still (hopefully) be open. I was next given my blankets for my bunk and a slip of paper that reminded me my inmate number, as well as a brochure that informed me about the prison and it’s programs. Commissary was open and restocked every Monday, a Pet Program that started only months ago gave inmates the right to request a vet at any time. 

I was rather confused about this prison, was this some sort of luxury prison or a private prison that the government didn’t know about? I was then showed my cell with my supposed cellmate not to far behind me, I wanted to see who it was but I knew that the guard wasn’t going to be so kind if he caught me not listening to his strict orders of “not speaking” and “not staring everywhere”. The pod was gigantic, very gigantic and I was pretty amazed because it was mostly clean and quiet considering it supposedly housed many inmates at the moment. I tried hard not to look at everything as I walked, it hard a very big section that was obviously the cafeteria section of the pod, every pod must eat separately. The bunkbeds were in the far corner of the cell a metal table was welded to the wall with a small metal mirror on the wall over a sink and toilet unit, it was clean but it was definitely nothing special to see. 

“Just who I asked for.” I turned to see the stocky guy from before… just when I thought I would never see him again . That was sarcasm, by the way. “I knew it.” 

“Huh?” I replied in confusion, not entirely sure what he knew exactly.

“

Dick-sucking Maroon

.“ And that’s when I knew it as well, I was sure my face was bright red as I stared at the stocky man before me.

“Freddie?” I asked, cocking my head unsurely as I stared at him in disbelief… it was no way. “Freddie Williamson?”

“Hell yeah, all in the flesh, baby.” He chuckled, his hands spread out as I immediately took the chance to look him all over at once again. 

That’s one sexy ass man, his goatee only made him look sexier as his dreads swung slightly as he turned his head to look around our bunk we were going to be sharing if everything went well, and I was sure everything would go perfectly fine. I waited as he sat his things down before going to set my things on the top bunk, I stretched and I could feel Freddie’s presence move closer as I glanced back to see him standing on inches away from me, so close to me. 

“You seeing anyone else now?” He asked barely above a whisper, causing a shiver to immediately quake through me.

“No… you?” I asked, glancing up at him as I turned around and we were almost chest to chest, this was insane and I knew it. 

“It’s been years.” Freddie replied instead, making me raise an eyebrow curtly at him because I then knew he wasn’t going to give me an answer. “I always thought about you… wondered if you even remembered me.” 

“Ha, you were the only person that I ever had a real feeling with Freddie, you knew that. In my mind, you were mine.” I reminded him as I moved away and climbed onto my bunk with uneven footing. 

He was silent as he watched my slight struggle before he gave me a nudge of the bottom of my butt, making me roll my eyes as I made it to the top bunk and cut my eyes to him unhappily. He was trying to be “helpful” and gave me a cheesy smile that I was so determined to reply with something just as sinister, but I knew I wasn’t the old Bryson anymore, I was mature… I think. I started making my bunk with the fitted sheet just as he realized what I was doing.

“You ain’t gotta make your bunk, you sleeping with me tonight.” Freddie said with a hint of pride in his voice. “I’m tryna tap something.” He snickered.

“You can tap something… but it ain’t gonna be.” Why am I lying right through my teeth, even God himself knows I can’t resist the hunk that stole my heart.

“And, why not?” He retorted, leaning against the bunk with his elbows and smirking up at me.

“Because I said so.” I retorted back, trying hard not to sneer because I knew that comeback was lame and he wasn’t going to just agree with me, he never did. 

“You still let that shit get to you, don’t you?” My eyebrows dipped in confusion as I looked at him. 

“What are you….” I drawled as it dawned on me, hell yeah, that shit was going to stick with me forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever .

“I ain’t the same no more, I got counseling when I first arrived.” He explained, cocking his head as he stared up at me, his smirk slightly dissipating as if he was reminiscing. 

“What are you in here for now?” I asked.

“Shot a guy that was marrying to my baby mama.” He shrugged as if he didn’t care. “Then dismembered him and sent him to her house.” I was completely disgusted, I truly hope he wasn’t being honest. 

“That’s disgusting.” I replied, shivering in disgust. 

“Ha, the best part was writing the note with it.” He laughed hard, smirking a little. “Love you to pieces, love Fred.” 

“You’re a psycho.” I reminded him.

“But that’s what you feel in love with, remember?” He whispered, his hand grabbing my thigh suddenly, making me flinch slightly at how swift he moved.

“I don’t remember.” I whispered back, shaking my head as I returned to making my bed.

Silence fell over us as his attempts to rekindle the secret teenage flings we had finally ended. “You put on a lot of weight.” He said abruptly, stepping back and leaning against the metal table. 

“You put on a lot of muscle.” I replied, not missing a beat as I made my bed.

“I look good.” He replied. “You… hmm, I don’t know.” 

I snickered, typical Freddie was back. “Obviously you do know, you’re the one trying to fuck, not me Freddi-.”

“ Daddy , don’t act like you forgot what you used to call me.“ He said with the pride back in his voice. “And I’m desperate, and you’re my desperate measure.”

“You’re an asshole, that’s what you are. The same old asshole that used to bully me until I started sucking your dick so you wouldn’t steal my lunch mon -”

“Your head was always amazing-”

“- ey , the same old asshole that told everyone that I had HIV so they wouldn’t talk to m-”

“You don’t have it now do yo-”

“- e , and the same old asshole that fucked that the sluttiest hoe in-”

“Hold on, that’s my babymama you’re talking about, bitch!” Freddie suddenly snatched my wrist and squeezed it tightly as my eyes widened… my big ass mouth always starts trouble. 

I was now mortified as I saw the fast change in his behavior, his bipolar disorder had only seem to plunge more and more as the days go by and to see him get so agitated about his baby mother, it was obvious that he was in love with her. I saw nothing but rage in his eyes as I attempted to pull my hand back and he allowed me this time as his eyes narrowed in on me.

“Never, unless you wanna die a slow motherfucking death , speak about my babymama again. At least she’s not some fat fuck that still whines about a high school crush, and she’s never got arrested for prostituting. Respect her because she can have kids, and she’s always gonna be worth more than your slutty ass.” He said while exiting the cell, leaving me in complete disbelief and most of all, completely

shattered

all over again.

Chapter Three

I stayed in the cell of course, quietly wiping at tears that I thought I cried so long ago but it was obvious that I was still as sprung as before and being in his presence was definitely going to be hard after what he had said. I wiped yet another tear angrily as I realized how easily I let him get to me, even with his below the belt shots that would cause anyone to cry, he was a nobody and I didn’t need him. Fuck him. That’s right…

FUCK FREDDIE WILLIAMSON

. 

I slowly uncurled myself as I settled in my bunk and took a heavy, shaky breath while realizing that it was just the first day of any days. I will have him around for a while, until something happened and we would have to separate bunks and then I really wouldn’t have to deal with him. However, the likeliness of that happening right now was so slim because there were so many new inmates coming in. Very well, from now on, I will be quiet and stick to myself and definitely keep him at a distance. I rolled over quickly as I heard footsteps and pretended to be sleeping as I held my breath while listening closely to see who it was, it was Freddie and someone else he was talking to. I slowly peeked to see who it was and tried to play it off as me stretching as I caught both of them looking at me. I fought the urge to roll my eyes as they stopped talking and both openly stared at me, as if them peeking at me wasn’t annoying enough. 

“I’ll catch up with you later, Fred.” The guy said before they dapped and he walked away.

Freddie eased into the cell with his eyes still on me, I only turned to face away from him as he used his bed for leverage to come face to face with the back of my head, I felt his breath on my neck.

“What the fuck you want?” I asked.

“Who the fuck you talking to like that?” He replied sternly, making me glance over at him before turning away without answering him. “That’s what the fuck I thought, I’m wearing the pants still.” He snorted, stepping down as I turned to face him and ask him what he meant.

It then dawned on me, he was talking about our little history together and how he used to dominate me so easily, he always wore the pants when we met up. He’d tell me exactly what to do and how to do it, and if it wasn’t how he liked, he’d get a little aggressive. I only turned away from him to signal that this conversation was over, and even know, I knew that he hated when I do that. It got unusually quiet until I heard a soft crack before stinging rung from my left butt cheek, I gasped and reached back to grab it while looking at Freddie in utter shock, he wore a big smirk. I glared at him before grabbing my thin blanket and pulling it over my entire body, out of his sight but I knew he was still there, I could feel his presence close to me. 

“Aww, don’t be mad at me, Barbie .” He chuckled, grabbing my butt through the blanket and squeezing it, openly groping me. 

“Leave me alone.” I muttered but I knew he heard it as his hand went still and he sighed as he left his hand placed on my butt.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I got a smartass mouth, I’ve been trying to work on it.”

“No you haven’t.” I muttered again, which he let out a tiny, but fake chuckle cause he got caught right in his lie.

“Damn, my own babymama can’t even tell when I’m lying…” He whispered, I just remained quiet as I closed eyes and quit fighting the sleep eating at my mind. “Don’t go to sleep, it’s time to eat.”

I was jarred out of my dozing when Freddie grabbed my hip and jerked me awake, I grunted and pulled the clover tautly as he yanked at it with a light chuckle, his bipolar disorder was so underrated. I sighed as he continued to rock me awake roughly until I swung the covers from over my face to glare at him silently. He wore a smug look as he patiently waited for me to get up, and I didn’t want to, I wanted to lay in my bunk for the next five years until it was my release date. I stared up at the concrete ceiling without even saying a word cause I knew that’s what he wanted, for me to give him a reaction, but I didn’t feel like it. I was still stuck on what he said, believe it or not, I didn’t want to even be in the same cell with him anymore but I knew I couldn’t just go to a guard and tell them to move me to another cell, it’s never as easy as it seems. I slowly rose up as he grabbed my hand and literally started to pull me off the top bunk so easily, his face was telling me to not fight him as I quickly pulled my feet from under me. 

I yanked my hand away as he backed away and silently waited for me to join him. I slipped out the bunk and walked ahead of him with my arms crossed angrily, I couldn’t even stand him right now and he’s over here making sure I get to dinner on time, that slimy bastard. Freddie stayed rather close to me as we made our way to the cafeteria area in the middle of the pod, I took the steps one at a time as he nearly knocked into me while quickly bounding down them. He wrapped his arm around my waist and started taking them one at a time as well as he glanced around the open tables, I guess looking for someone he knew. I bit my lip nervously as he started leading me to an empty table, it was cold to the touch as I took a seat and he sat beside me. I couldn’t believe this was my life now, I was literally locked away in a prison and was going to be here for the next five years. Not only that, but I’d be stuck with the worst asshole from my high school class, Freddie Williamson and what an asshole he is. 

He kept his arm around me and even though I tried to slightly shrug it off, it wouldn’t budge and I just became accustom to it laying there as I laid my chin in my palm and openly stared around with boredom. Why were we here so early? It was literally no one else around but two or three people patiently waiting in line for the cooks to finish the last preparations before serving the entire pod. A soft bell buzzed and seemed to echo before all the cells opened and the ruckus started, and it was an uncomfortably loud ruckus that made me so uneasy… I wanted to be back in my cell right this instant. I moved to raise from the seat but Freddie easily pulled me back down and at first, he looked annoyed until he must of sensed my panicked state and pulled me tight to him.

“You know I won’t let nothing happen to you,” He whispered dangerously close to my ear, “ chill .“ His voice became very husky and sent a shiver down my back. 

I wasn’t so sure at first and as the pod cafeteria filled more and more, I became even more unsure about eating with everyone else. Everyone was either very talkative or just scary looking with scary mean mugs, Freddie just didn’t understand me and he was used to this stuff, I wasn’t. I inched closer to him as someone suddenly appeared beside me and damn near had us touching nose to nose. There was no doubt in my mind that the pot belly on him made him severely obese, he was bald and as much as I wouldn’t mind laughing at someone smacking him over the head with some baby oil, he was in my personal space and only getting closer. I grabbed onto Freddie simultaneously while never looking from the portly man, who smiled brightly while making sure to linger nearly nose to nose with me. Freddie jerked in his seat from me snatching onto him without paying any attention where I was grabbing and I held tightly because the man looked ready to eat me up.

“You definitely my type.” The portly guy said, making me gulp uncomfortably as my grip on Freddie’s body only tightened.

“Get the fuck back, Mickey.” Freddie voice thundered and Mickey didn’t miss a beat as he quickly backed up and made a whine noise.

“Man, you tapping that?” The Mickey guy whined and I didn’t stop looking at him as I was waiting for him to try to pull something, he couldn’t be trusted… no one could.

“Yeah, now back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up, nigga.” Freddie warned territorially, I only leaned closer to him and could feel him brick chest in my back as I gapped at the portly guy… Mickey . “Barbie’s mine.”

“Barbie?” Mickey and I said in unison, us both turning our head to look at him before I quickly looked back at Mickey with a uneasy glare. 

“Yeah, Barbie. Now if I gotta say it again Mickey…” He trialed off as Mickey circled the rather small table and sat by someone I didn’t realize was at the table. 

Right when Mickey sat down, the guy beside him openly wacked him in the back of the head while shoving a sausage and scrambled egg burrito into his mouth. The guy had flawless olive skin with unnatural blue eyes that made me think they were fake, but we can’t have contacts in here… right? I decided to not even bother too long as he looked up at me, seeming to analyze me in one glance before finding his burrito more important and taking another hefty bite, and his burrito did look very good. Mickey yelped and glared at the guy as I mentally thanked him for beating on him, as odd as that was, Mickey invaded my privacy and my personal space. 

“Freddie!” A baritone voice boomed through the air, almost catching everyone’s attention.

I looked to see a burly man making his way to Freddie rather fast, he looked intimidating but all the men around here looked intimidating, even Freddie was a little intimidating to me. A large smile broke over Freddie face as he rose from his seat and pulled the burly man into a hug as they chuckled and laughed with each other like old friends, they must be old friends. Your guess is as good as mine, remember. I glanced back around as I spotted Mickey staring at me and quickly turned my head with disgust, I was uncomfortable with him saying I was his type because he was far from my type. The dreadhead guy that hugged Freddie had longer dreads and wore a solid white tee that only emphasized his muscles as he unintentionally flexed with every motion he made, and wasn’t he fine… so damn fine. I turned my head because I definitely didn’t wanna be cause staring, and plus, I had Freddie for protection and I didn’t wanna fuck that up in anyway. 

“I knew your no good ass would be back.” The longer dreadhead guy chuckled, wrapping his masculine arm around Freddie, who only laughed at the remark instead of getting offended.

“Oh, fuck you, Lloyd.” He said, stepping away and coming to sit back beside me.

“Shit, everybody knew you’d b…” He paused as his eyes fell on me and I immediately felt in yet another uncomfortable position. “Who this?” He asked in utter shock.

“Yo, Lloyd, this is Barbie. And Barbie, this Lloyd, Vice President of the gang.” He introduced us while gesturing to everyone else that were slowly crowding around.

“Gang?” I asked in disbelief, this wasn’t happening right now. “Where’s the President then?” Why did my stomach just sink?

Freddie smirked the most devious smirk I never knew anyone could muster. “Well fuck, Barbie… you’re looking right at him.” He seem to crack himself up sometimes…

Chapter Four

I knew it was a bad idea the moment they put me in the cell with Freddie but no, this was something completely different and while I was ready to deny Freddie up and down, I knew there was nothing I could say. Freddie was the leader of the gang surrounding us and there were at least thirty people in the area and taking up most of the tables with trays of food, laughing and joking with one another like it was a huge reunion. Of course, Freddie made it no better by openly picking with Lloyd about somebody named Mautrice, who I hadn’t met and wasn’t sure if I wanted to meet. She seemed… decent enough, but I didn’t want people like that around me, why couldn’t these five years just go by smooth? 

No, instead I was stuck with the leader of a gang all up my ass, and trying to get in my ass, and crazy motherfuckers that thought I was their type. This was amazing, no… this was fantastic, tape a note that says virgin on my ass and push me in front of a large group of horny men, I was

FUCKED

. I wiggled uncomfortably as Freddie suddenly wrapped his arm around my shoulder while forcing the conversation of Lloyd and his crazy girlfriend on me.

“Yo, you’d ever try to fuck around on me?” Freddie asked, and I just shrugged cause it didn’t sound like a bad idea, definitely not with this fine ass Lloyd guy across from us.

“Damn…” Someone chuckled at my reaction as Freddie face went stoic and he removed his arm from my shoulder as I stared at the breakfast burrito Lloyd had finished for dinner.

I was hungry and food was the only thing really on my mind right now, I glanced around at someone eating a ham sandwich for their dinner and I was stuck deciding if I wanted a breakfast burrito or if I wanted a ham sandwich instead. I looked over at Freddie as he was focused on his conversation with the other guys around, I rolled my eyes and sighed while patiently waiting for him to give me his attention so I could tell him I wanted something to eat. I bit my lip as the smell of broccoli and cheese steamed through the air as Mickey returned to the table, he gotten it from the nearby vending machine that took a special coin. My stomach cramped with hunger as I glanced over at Freddie, who was speaking to someone else at the table now and I couldn’t help but groan a little louder for him to hear me, maybe that’ll get his attention. 

“Freddie.” I whispered, gently tapping his thigh under the table, to which he rejected my touch and ignored me.

I pinched my lips as I glanced over at him, I then repeated the tapping action on his thigh and he again moved his thigh out of my reach while giving me a agitated glance before going back to talk to the same person. I looked away while debating what to do next, I bit my lip while looking back at him and my stomach grumbled lowly, but luckily no one heard it. I was starving, Freddie was starving me right now and I’d say he’s not a good Daddy if you asked me. I was more than irritated as I tapped his thigh again and pouted in his direction, he made a annoyed grunt and turned to face me with a not-so-pleased expression. Everyone sitting at the table went silent as they waited to see what would happen, I wasn’t surprised they were curious of him and I but I didn’t care, I needed food.

“I’m hungry.” I said as my stomach groaned a little louder, making me place my hand on it as the cramping grew painfully.

“Good, you need to lose some weight.” A few dudes at the table chuckled but I didn’t what Freddie said funny at all, I was starving and my stomach was hurting from the lack of food, I haven’t ate since yesterday. “Now, shut up and look pretty.”

“You’re not funny.” I replied, glaring at him as he rose an eyebrow at me, obviously surprised that I was going against him. “You’re pissing me off.”

The tension grew suddenly as Freddie stared at me with an unreadable expression as I repeated his action in a mockery way, I was going to be stepping on his toes more often if he didn’t get his shit together and do what he’s supposed to do. If I was his so called Barbie , he needs to treat me like it and not starve me because he feels I’m a little overweight. I was no more than two hundred and eighty pounds with a pudge in the stomach and even some small man boobs but I liked my pudge, I wasn’t skin and bones anymore and I could get rid of the man boobs eventually. The table was dead silent as Lloyd rose his own eyebrow this time and even Mickey went silent in the middle of his blabbering to stare at me in shock at me backtalking Freddie and even appearing to stand up to his authority. I had shocked myself about talking back to him but I wasn’t just some pushover, he at least could treat me better before he tells me what to do. 

Freddie chuckled lightly and it scared me a little. “I’m pissing you off?” He asked in a calm tone, and that was never good in the past. “Am I really?”

“I’m hungry.” I decided to bypass his question as I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him, at least trying to appear like he didn’t scare me.

“Alright, come on.” He said, and I was thankful as I rose to my feet with Freddie. 

Freddie started walking and I immediately trailed behind him happily that I had gotten my way, I expected him to turn left so we could get in line for food but instead he walked up a few steps while looking back at me with a calm but dead expression. I frowned while coming to a stop at the base of the steel steps in confusion, I looked at the line then back up at Freddie as he gestured me to continue to follow him. I decided that I had done enough damage and it was in my best interest to follow him without any more rebuttal so I did, I grabbed the railing and guided myself forward until I was right behind him and he bounded up the rest of the steps as I followed one step at a time. My stomach turned as if it was trying to tell me this wasn’t a good idea but Freddie was a man that was always mysterious to me growing up, even when we were younger, he used to surprise me. 

We made it to the bunk and I looked at Freddie curiously as he stood at the opening of the cell, I peeked in to see if our food was there and then turned to look back at him with a confused expression when I found nothing on the metal table. I then peeked into the cell again curiously to check the bunk beds and was caught off guard as a tight grip found its way into my hair and forced me into the cell. A pained gasp escaped me as I reached up to grab Freddie’s wrist as he yanked me into the cell, I tripped to my knees as he continued to drag me inside. I looked up at him in shock as he released me and took a heavy breath while openly muttering calming things into himself.

“… not worth it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it.” He growled angrily as he paced, obviously trying to talk himself down from something…

holy shit, he’s going to fucking kill me.

He turned to look at me and it was as if something in him snapped as he suddenly went from calming himself down to grabbing a handful of my hair and forcing me onto my back as he loomed over me. I instantly grabbed on the wrist of the hand that was buried in my hair as my scalp burned.

“You’re so fucking disrespectful.” He growled angrily, yanking at the hair in his hand, causing me to cry out in pain. “You’re so fucking stupid. And then you got the never to disrespect me in front of everyone, tryna tell me what the fuck to do.” His hand hit me heavily, causing my face to fly sideways as I blinked in utter shock at the ringing in my ears. “You fat bitch.”

I looked back up at him as he released me and his foot came in contact with my stomach seconds later, he stomped my stomach angrily and received a pained grunt out of me before his fist smacked into my left eye, causing me to cry out in agony. I moaned in pain as I rolled onto my stomach and tried to desperately get to my hands and knees but his foot connected with my stomach and made me slack to the side with a loud shout. I clutched my stomach as I squeezed my eyes shut, ignoring the tears streaking down my face heavily as I tried to curl in on myself to avoid another kick from him. He backed away with an angry expression still dancing on his face, I was terrified as I remained on the floor, shaking heavily as my stomach curled but I couldn’t even puke from the lack of food. 

I sobbed loudly as his footsteps grew distant, meaning he was leaving the cell and I was so thankful as my left eye throbbed and I knew it would be swell in less than a few more minutes, probably even black, if not already purple with the passing time. I slowly rose to my knees and slumped into a sitting position on my butt, I scooted away from the cell door because I knew he’d eventually come back, but I didn’t wanna be anywhere near him. I sniffed as I wiped the tear streaks that were flooding to my chin back to back, and no heavy breathing was slowing them down. 

I pulled my knees to my chest as I squeezed into the corner between the bunk and the concrete wall, I was more then hidden in my mind and as long as Freddie ignored me when he returned, I’d be more than okay. I buried my face into my arms that laid nestled atop of my knees as I sobbed again and couldn’t help but feel worse than the physical damage. Was this worth it? Was he worth it? It was a question I bet you were wondering also. Something immediately came over my mind as I stared at the concrete wall beside me, I rose my hand without really conscious to the world as I scratched at the chipping white paint on the wall.

“…now that I’m back around you, nothing around to me matters… hope you feel the sameee…” I muttered softly as I laid my head against the wall and shut my throbbing, sore eyes.

Chapter Five

It was dead silent when I woke again but luckily Freddie still hadn’t returned for the night and I was so thankful, even as I slept in the cramped corner for the night, I was still alone in the cell and I didn’t want to be around anyone. Definitely not Freddie. When I opened my eyes, only one opened fully and the right side of my face was so sore to the touch that I had to rest my chin on my arms instead of my cheek. I sighed while staring forward, my corner was more than comfortable and I didn’t plan on moving at all, I slumped slightly and barely noticed the steer in the silence around me until I heard loud steps suddenly. I stiffened back up as the steps slowed until they were barely outside the cell and I looked at the chipping paint before going back to picking at it like I was before I had fell asleep. I remembered humming a few lyrics to a song but I couldn’t remember exactly what song it was, but it sounded so familiar whenever I had sung it.

I bit my lip gently, very gently to keep from hurting myself more, and looked at the cell door as Freddie stood there very quietly and not moving a muscle, as if he was skeptish of entering the cell with me. I watched him closely so that I wouldn’t fall victim to being caught off guard again in his presence, I didn’t want to be put in that position ever again but I knew that wasn’t something I could promise myself. But, what I could promise myself… a new person to protect me. Freddie was good at all the opposite things I wanted in someone that was going to be protecting me, he’s good at insulting, he’s good at ignoring, and he’s good at hurting people but he wasn’t supposed to do those things to me. He was supposed to protect me but him being someone that wanted more than a casual agreement, he was supposed to make sure that I was safe and taken care of. I wasn’t safe with him, I wasn’t taken care of by him, and there was no use for me to be around someone like him. 

Freddie’s Point Of View:

I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t angry, and I definitely wasn’t ready to apologize but I knew it was a start in the right direction. I cradled the small wrapped box that was very light with a glossy bow on top, I had picked it up from commissary this morning after sleeping on the bottom bunk of Lloyd and Mautrice’s cell last night. I nervously shifted the square, red box into my other hand as I eased past the door and inched closer to Barbie as he nestled herself in the corner, he truly thought he was out of my reach. I had snapped yesterday and it was no excuse for what I had done to him, of course he spoke out of turn but it wasn’t his fault, I should of fed him like I was supposed to. I halted mid step as he scooted further into the corner and that sight broke my heart, I knew better and my mama would of been pissed off, my grandma probably rolling in her grave also. I kneeled down in front of Barbie as he avoided my gaze but I still was able to catch the sight of his swollen eyes, only causing me to feel even worse. 

I reached forward with my free hand as a frown worked onto my face, I gently pressed the bruising on his cheek and caused him to flinch away in pain with a barely heard whine. I wanted to desperately grab him tightly and clutch him to my chest but there was no way he wouldn’t fight me… I would fight me . I decided to settle with giving him the present first, he looked more than reluctant to take the gift out of my hands so I sat it at his feet and backed away from him slowly as he watched me like a hawk. I felt more than guilty and I couldn’t blame anyone but myself because I deserved to feel this way, I deserve to lose a sweetheart like Barbie because I couldn’t treat him right. However, the thought of Barbie being under someone else, or someone so much as touching his skin, pissed me off. 

Okay, here goes nothing. “I’m sorry.” I said, and it came out muttered but he knew what I was saying.

“Fuck you.” He replied curtly, making me chuckle lightly at his sexy feistiness, that’s what made me adore his presence all those years ago.

I stared at Barbie as he simply shook his head and went back to ignoring me, his hair was much longer now than all those years ago when we’d sneak into the closet and he would shyly suck me off. I was always possessive of him, even from a distance and while those feelings vanished momentarily, the sight of him sparked that fire in me again but that wasn’t an excuse to hurt him. With that possession came excitement and want, and I was exploding with different emotions and plus the weight of the gang was on my shoulders now that Tony had been legally released due to winning the last race that damn near killed his lover, Baby. I knew I was an asshole for trying to compare Baby’s sweet ass to Barbie’s feisty bigger ass but I had always envied Tony for getting his hands on Kiden’s sexy ass and damn wasn’t he sexy as fuck. He kept a pretty good build about himself and he didn’t walk around like he was the shit all the time but it was always nice to see that perky ass of his switching when he followed Tony around like a little ass puppy. He was outspoken at the wrong times but it wasn’t enough to push Tony over the edge or ever embarrass him. 

Fuck, Tony was in love with the little sexy shit and I didn’t blame him, I was happy that my bestfriend had moved onto someone else who cared about him. I knew I was wrong, so damn wrong, for staring at Tony’s boyfriend like that but how could I not? Baby was the finest ass that walked through here in a long time and Tony had gotten lucky for having to share a cell with him, and little ol’ Kiden needed some protection, definitely after Poppi had attacked. I should of been the one protecting him but I knew my time would come for me to find me a person that I could protect and love all I want. Baby was sexy in all the right ways and if Tony was fucked up, he could of made loads of commissary money off of Baby just being in a desperate man’s presence. 

However, I had gotten stuck with the little chub that I knew from high school that could suck a pickle through a straw, can I complain? Probably not. I wasn’t the kind to be particular about who laid in my bed but Barbie was the only exception, I was used to the skinner and quieter him but things changed. Life changed him. He looked completely different, probably about two-hundred pounds with hair slightly past his shoulders in a choppy, black wave that used to be dyed auburn and well-kept before things between us split. His skin didn’t have a vibrant hue anymore, and the new bruises on his face didn’t make it any better now that he had swelling and discoloration around his left one. I wasn’t shit, and I knew it but even I didn’t want to believe that I did this to him? He deserved it… didn’t he? My questioning only made me feel worse as I tried to constantly blame him for my actions, he was just trying to piss me off to begin with.

The silence around us was slightly welcoming because it wasn’t filled with tension, just accepted silence that made his presence more pleasant than anyone else I’ve been around, even my baby mother’s presence wasn’t this warming to me. I looked down at the small box in my hand, it wasn’t much and I should of took more time into getting a I’m-sorry -gift but I knew there was always one thing you could never go wrong with when gifting someone. I looked back up at Barbie to see him silently staring at the wall without really seeing it, he was all in his head and in that moment I wondered what he was really thinking. Do he think I hate him? Does he hate me? Shit, he probably does and I don’t blame him. Maybe he’s thinking about sucking my dick, should I suck his dick? The thought made me shudder, and it was all in disgust because I’d never done it and I never wanted to. I wasn’t sure how I should give it to him, should I put it in his lap? By his feet? Fuck, just give him the damn gift already. I was doing all this shit for nothing because Barbie wasn’t going to do anything but just piss me off again. I dropped the present not so kindly by his feet and rose to mine as I looked down at him expectantly.

“I’m sorry.” I said, lightly tapping the box with the toe of my shoe as I still waited for him to accept the gift from me, cause it’d be rude if he didn’t. 

“I don’t want that shit.” Barbie said, catching me completely off guard at his animosity and language, this little feisty ass motherfuc… deep breaths, deep breaths .

“You ain’t got a damn choice, open the fucking box, Barb-”

“That’s not my fucking name!” He snapped suddenly, cutting me off.

“What you say?” I asked, wanting to make sure I heard correctly before I smack the fuck out of him again. 

“That’s not my name.” He repeated quieter, facing away from me as if expecting me to disappear, too fucking bad. “Just leave me alone.”

“That is your

fucking

name.“ I mocked immediately, glaring at Barbie as he shook his head aggressively. “ Barbie .“

“I hate you.” He whispered, but I still heard it.

“No, you don’t.” I said truthfully, watching as his eyes closed tightly to hide the unfallen tears welling there.

I was breaking his heart and forcing him to accept what happened to him, I was an asshole but that’s what made me Freddie Williamson, I had no heart because the streets ripped it out years ago when I was just eighteen years old. I had suffered at the hands of the streets more than anyone and everyone close to me knew that, from the overdose of my mother to the shooting death of my first child, little Erica. I was coldhearted for all the right reasons and I was also only humans, I wasn’t going to take shit from anyone, definitely not this fat piece of shit.

“You love me.” I said, knowing I was readying his soul and making him uncomfortable. “You’ve loved me all this time and you not tryna let me go, so do what the fuck I say and open the damn box.”

“Is it a gun?” He asked truthfully. “Cause if so, I’d shoot you with it.” 

I couldn’t help but snicker because I knew Barbie was being truthful when he said he would shoot me if he ever get his hand on a gun but I knew his better judgement would tell him to lower the gun. I sighed as I shook my head while pinching the tip of my nose, that’s one thing I had always admired about Barbie, the fact that he was bluntly honest and sometimes, that was sexy as fuck to me. He huffed angrily and yanked the lid off the box roughly, peeking inside before looking up at me with an unamused expression. His eyebrow raised as he reached in and pulled out a Hostess Cheese Danish in one hand and then reached inside again to pull out a package of Maruchan Instant Chicken Ramen . 

“So you want me to lose weight… but you give me all this food and stupid shit? You’re so damn backwards.” Barbie said, making the warmth in my stomach grow more. 

“Damn, a thank you would be appreciated.” I huffed, a little smirk on my face with amusement as Barbie rolled his eyes with a huff of his own. 

“Like I said earlier, Freddie…” Barbie said, opening the Danish and taking a bite of it with a small moan of delight. “Fuck you.”

Well, at least the animosity is gone.

Chapter Six

I nibbled on my bottom lip as I stared at Freddie closely, he was acting so different after he had forced me to accept his gift and I knew it was partially because he was still feeling guilty about the entire thing. However, I wasn’t no damn pushover and I always told Freddie how I felt whenever we were younger and dumber. When I told him that I would shoot him, I truly meant it and it would probably be in the foot, the calf, or something similar so there would be no real damage that could affect his ability to be an asshole. I watched him as he moved to the bunk and looked at me as if he was patiently waiting for me to join him there, I sighed but didn’t dare argue because I didn’t have much energy. I slowly rose from the corner and pulled a piece of the Danish cake apart to put in my mouth as I took a seat on his bunk and crossed my legs underneath me. I looked over at Freddie as he took a seat next to me on the bunk and wrapped his arm around my lower back, as if he was wanting to get as close as he could to me. 

“What are you doing?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow. 

“We cuddling?” He asked awkwardly, and I couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that immediately followed his questioning-answer. 

He pursed his lips as I shook my head at his lack of relationship tactics and simply rested into his side as he leaned back against the white concrete wall that our bunks were beside, and the moment of silence was peaceful. It was a accepted type of peaceful and I started to get that feeling I felt long ago, I felt loved for the first time in a long time. I wasn’t sure how long we sat in that position but it eventually became dark outside and Freddie’s stomach started to rumble, as mine did as well. I was comfortable and reluctant to move but Freddie finally forced me to as he rose to his feet and stretched his hands to the ceiling, I had to resist smacking his masculine butt as he bent over and stretched his back by reaching to his toes next. I smiled and averted my eyes before pulling myself to my feet as well, teetering slightly but immediately catching myself on the bunks. I grunted at the throbbing headache I hadn’t noticed at first, probably too distracted, but now I was definitely feeling the pain in my eye and the soreness in the side of my check. 

It’ll never happen again… I hope. 

I sighed as I lifted my head from the soothing chill of the bunk to look at Freddie as he stared at me, his eyes slowly rolling over my body as if he was thinking about me undressed in front of him. I shook my head at his intentions with another tiny smile lingering on my face, I was more than tired but I wanted to eat something because of course my pudgy stomach wouldn’t shut up otherwise. I trailed behind Freddie slowly by shuffling my feet because as we got closer to the cell, the pod was loud and meant that it was rec time and would soon turn into dinner time. I didn’t want to be around everyone, they would see what happened to me and Freddie would probably have to explain everything, and it wasn’t their business. I looked down at the blood smudged on the front of my shirt from my busted lip and paused mid step as I turned and headed back toward my bunk to change. 

“What you doing?” Freddie asked, peeking his head into the cell curiously.

“Changing,” I explained while resisting to roll my eyes, “there’s blood on my shirt.”

“Ight. Hurry up.” He said, glancing around before stepping back into the bunk slowly. “Actually, take ya time…” His eyes darkening in lust immediately.

I shook my head before grabbing the orange jumpsuit to replace the orange matching top and bottom that we were assigned, I pulled the shirt over my head carefully to not bump the bruises along my body as Freddie watched closely to my every move. I glanced over to see him shift his dick through his pants as his breath hitched as his eyes lingered along my hips, I smirked as I turned my back to him and made sure to reveal my lower half slowly to tease him. He made a weird noise and I glanced back at him with fake confusion but he simply closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cell bars.

“I’m hurrying.” I huffed, knowing the real reason he was huffing and puffing was because he was horny. “It hurts to move.” I wasn’t lying.

My stomach was screaming at every move, my arms were heavy and my legs were shaking slightly but I fought the pain as I stepped into my jumpsuit very carefully and prayed it wouldn’t stick to the sores along my body, I need a good hot shower. I hope it will help with the soreness and probably seeing the infirmary doctor won’t be a bad thought either, I wonder if one of my ribs are broken because that seemed to be Freddie’s main target the entire beating. 

“When can I shower?” I asked him.

“Tomorrow morning. I’ll take you .” He promised, and I wasn’t sure what way he meant that, sexually probably. “I want you tonight.”

“I’d rather not.” I retorted immediately and he sucked his teeth a second later, making me smirk.

I wasn’t disgusted with fucking him, I wasn’t disgusted at all actually and it was something I wanted to look forward to but right now wasn’t the time, I wanted him to suffer the horniness because he deserved to suffer something. Even if it was just mentally, he deserved to suffer for the physical and emotional pain he caused me. I reached down to zip my jumpsuit but Freddie’s hand beat me as he slowly lifted the zipper and gave me a kiss behind the back of my ear, making a shiver course through me.

“If I wanna fuck you, I will.” He whispered huskily, his breath now breathing down my neck.

“That’s rape.” I breathed, licking my suddenly dry lips.

“Not if you’re willing.” He chuckled, and it took a moment for me to realize I had pushed myself against his front, feeling his hardened cock eagerly pushing against my butt.

He pulled back and I grabbed onto the bunk while staring forward in complete shock, I wanted him to fuck me more than anything and I already knew that tonight, he was going to be inside of me, because that’s what I wanted and even I can say I usually get what I want. I was going to get me some dick tonight, I know that. I turned slowly and followed behind him with my slow shuffling, he glanced back at me before gently grabbing me along the waist and pulling me close to him. He smells good . I blinked a few times as if it would rid the thought but it only made me notice how strong his grip was and that made me think of all the wrong things, him holding me in place and just… other thoughts, other thought, other thoughts please ! I took a deep breath as he slowly led me to the steps, and it seemed like I was being choked as I took each step and grunted at the planting of my foot on each single one. It hurt to walk, but bending over to get dressed was the real hell, there was no way I was going to strip this off me… he can do all the work.

“What you want to eat?” Freddie asked. 

“What they have?” I asked, attempting to peek at the line of prisoners waiting, I paused to catch my breath at the center of the staircase.

Everyone was slowly walking past Freddie and I with their trays already in their hands and they seemed to be watching us closely, they must of heard Freddie whooping my ass that day, and no one came to my rescue so I’ll remember that when it’s their turn. I only turned my head to hide for their looks because I know most of them were looking at my black eye, I wanted to curl up and hide but it was useless because they knew what happened. Every single inmate and every single guard that was present heard me getting my ass whooped and they must of enjoyed it since no one came to get Freddie off of me, and I remember screaming for help. 

“Lasagna or meatloaf. Someone’s gonna take our seat if you don’t speed your fat ass up.” Freddie snapped with his bipolar ass, obviously getting peeved at the fact I need help coming down the steps. “Which one you want?”

“Neither one.” I said, frowning at the way he was acting towards me, it’s his fucking fault! “How about you just go ahead of me, I don’t need you here.”

“Fine.” He said, releasing me a little rougher than he needed to and that was all it took for me to go tumbling down the steps.

I quickly tried to grab for Freddie but he pulled away and allowed me to fall down each step and it was pure agony as a loud yelp left my lips at the impact of the first step along my back, my head bashed into the side railing. The next two steps were the worst because somehow my arm managed to tangle under me and took the majority of my weight, pain rushed through my elbow and I knew it was broken the moment I landed on it the second time. I heard the rushing of feet as people of different faces and races rushed to my aid while Freddie simply cocked his head while slowly taking each step as if he was now mocking me. 

“He’s fine.” Freddie said in a monotone voice as he neared me.

I sobbed in pain as I clutched my elbow while trying to sit up by a guard immediately grabbed my shoulder to hold me in place while using his walkie-talkie to call for backup, he looked at me before going back to talking into his walkie-talkie as I curled up while waiting for everyone to back away from me. I was more than angry but I was more angry at myself because I trusted Freddie with simply help me go down the steps, and he couldn’t even do that. I was reaching a limit and it seemed that moving into another cell would be what was best for me, how long would I allow him to treat me like this before it get worse. I opened my eyes slightly and noticed something was red trialing from alongside me, someone must of spilled their red juice when they rushed to save me. Or… maybe your head is bleeding, dumbass. Shit, I did hit my head on the way down, and I had hit it even harder when I finally reached the ground floor landing as well. Everything blurred and went black seconds later, I felt fuzzy but I knew that soon everything would be okay. While this sort of damage wasn’t permanent, it would mentally scare me for the rest of my life. 

   

    

“You’re lucky to be alive.” That must of something the female doctor say often.

I looked at the nurse with a bored look as she flashed a light in my mostly swollen eye, making d me release an irritated throaty sound while moving my head so the light was out of my eye. She made a ticking noise with her tongue before reaching and tapping the cast on my arm to make sure it was finally hardened completely. I glared at her as she attempted to flash the light on my swollen eye and I repeated my action, moving my head so the light couldn’t directly blind me. She was pissing me off, but I managed to rein in my anger throughout her inspection of my body, she checked my arm more than three times, kept trying to blind me with her stupid light, and even check my ass through penetration for any damage when she thought I was still under. 

“That shit hurts, you know.” I said, glaring at her again. 

“Let me guess, that mouth is the reason Freddie beats the fuck out of you.” The doctor said, making me look at her in bewilderment at her unprofessional attitude. 

“Maybe.” I muttered in disbelief, looking at her for a moment before looking away. “It only happened on-”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s what they always say.” She said with animosity, her teeth clenching. “You’re only hurting yourself by letting him constantly do this. You’re a human being, not some fucking stuff bunny that can take all the hits he throw.” What she hurt deep down because I knew she was right…

“I’m a man.” I whispered, no real defense behind what I said.

It sounded smarter in my head, it wasn’t an excuse to why I was allowing Freddie to treat me like shit.

“What the hell does that got to do with anything?” She asked, her shoulders lowering slightly as she shook her head. “I’m going to give you two shots, dear. A steroid for the elbow and a pain killer that should help all the inflammation and pain you’re probably feeling. 

“You’re a life saver.” I whispered, leaning back against the clean, white pillow behind my head with relief. 

“I’m a doctor.” The bitch said, rising to her feet. “It’s what I do.” 

It made me chuckle, if she was such a life saver why hasn’t she saved my soul already? Oh yeah, because I don’t have one.

Chapter Seven

My stomach growled loudly and I immediately jerked awake as the hunger pains clenched tightly, only making the soreness in my ribs worse. I winced as I slowly sat up and looked around the pitch darkness, Freddie’s snoring was so loud but went silent moments later as my stomach clenched again from the lack of food. I huffed as I reached over to the small box that he had gifted me and grabbed a package of trail mix to nibble on, it was small and shouldn’t cause too much discomfort. I wasn’t able to eat much according to the doctor’s orders but I was starving twenty four seven with the small foods I was allowed to nibble on, and Freddie didn’t make it any better whenever he would loudly smack on his food, only pissing me off more. I looked beside me as I felt eyes on me and nearly jumped off my bunk as Freddie quietly stood watching me, I squinted to see if his eyes were open before I realized his eyes were looking directly at me.

“ Freddie ?“ I whispered questionably, maybe he’s sleep walking. 

“ You okay ?“ He asked barely in a whisper… as if he actually cares. 

“ Yeah ,“ I nodded quietly, “ got

hungry .“ 

“ I’m sorry .“ He whispered before pulling himself into my bunk suddenly.

I glared at him as he managed to squeeze himself on my bunk with me, he stretched out while taking the position closer to the edge of the bunk while pushing me up against the wall, making me only shake my head in disbelief. I looked over at him while making sure to keep him at least a few inches away from me.

“ I’m not gonna hurt you .“ He whispered as he realized I didn’t want him touching me. 

“ I don’t even believe you anymore .“ I whispered back truthfully, watching as his expression changed into what honestly looked like sorrow. “ Anytime you touch me, you hurt me. “

“ Not true .“ He whispered, reaching up and lightly brushing along my jaw as if to prove a point. “ I can make you feel good, if you let me .“

“ And how you gonna do that? “ I asked with sarcasm. “Say a magic spell and all the pain go away? “

He released a tiny snicker and pulled me towards him by my good wrist as the other arm sat in my sling the infirmary had provided for me to use until my arm got better. 

“ No, something better than that .“ He promised. 

It immediately dawned on me the moment he pulled me into his lap as he started gently rubbing his hands up and down my sore back, I shook my head but couldn’t bring it in myself to rise from his lap as he reached up with one of his hands and unzipped my jumpsuit I’ve worn fo the last two days. He zipped it all the way down swiftly before flipping me onto my back and coming to hover over me as he pulled the jumpsuit off me mostly, I looked at him in disbelief as he leaned down and pecked at my neck. A moan slipped past my lips as I tried to fight against him, but it immediately seized when he pressed his soft lips against mine and stole my breath away instantly. His tongue darted along my lips and I parted them for him to dip his tongue inside, I moaned around his tongue as I sucked on it and couldn’t fight my own erection as he started to hump against me. I started to grind back, feeling his hard dick pushing back against me as if it was trying to rip through the fabric. I felt terrible because I wanted him so bad, and I shouldn’t have wanted him this bad after he’s treated me like shit. 

“ I want it .“ I whimpered. 

“ I’m gonna give it to you, Barbie .“ He whispered back while pushing the front of his uniform bottoms. 

I watched as his hard dick flopped out, dripping at the tip and very ready for penetration as Freddie held my legs up and spit into his hand before lining himself up with my hole. I took a heavy breath and pushed out as he slowly pushed forward to enter me, my hole stretched and it was hell as I squeezed my eyes tightly and bit my lip to keep from screaming. I heard Freddie’s breath hitch as he bottomed inside me for the first time in a long time, he held still momentarily before moving out slightly before pushing back in slowly. I moaned as his shaft scraped along my insides so nicely, I felt more than full as he bottomed himself inside me again, causing a squeal to exit my lips immediately upon impact. 

“ Shit, your ass so tight .“ Freddie whispered with a grunt afterwards. 

“ It’s so deep .“ I whined, feeling a lingering of pain whenever he pulled himself out.

I ravished in the pain that Freddie gave me as he buried himself deep inside me and started to pick up the pace slightly when he realized I was well enough adjusted, the sound of our skin smacking together instantly filled the air with my moaning following suit. I squealed as he smacked right into my spot and targeted his thrusting skillfully so that whenever he entered me, he would hit it directly in the right space. My back arched as I used my good hand to claw at his chest, enjoying the way he was plunging himself in and out of me. This was the way I used to love Freddie taking me when were sneaking around in high school, on my back with my legs pinned against his shoulders, and me having no way to escape his brutal thrust. Freddie raised up and pinned me in place right below my man-boobs so that I couldn’t try to arch away from his deep thrust, I was forced to take him the way he offered it. I wasn’t complaining as I attempted to cover my own mouth to keep from being too loud, I didn’t want to get us in trouble. 

“ Fuck, I’m close already .“ Freddie grunted. “ I’m gonna nut in you, sexy .“

Another squeal ripped from my throat as I suddenly ejaculated, a gasp followed as well as I covered my chest with my own nut, as well as a little nut landing on my chin as I stared at Freddie in complete shock. He hadn’t even touched me and I had nutted, and it was just from his husky voice telling me that he was releasing himself inside me. I grasped onto the thin sheet below us on my bunk and heard the fabric rip immediately as Freddie stiffened and his dick tensed inside of me. He was nutting and just as he had said, he hadn’t pulled out as he released himself inside of me. He slumped forward and buried his face in my neck as his dreads tickled my naked, sweaty skin, I smelled the scent of him and wished it was a scent I could have around all the time. He smelled delicious and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him, holding him tight to me as he caught his breath and lightly pecked me along the neck.

“ Go to sleep. “ Freddie whispered, sliding off me and I sadly released my grip as I slowly nodded at his order, I’ll gladly . 

      

     

I opened my eyes and blinked a few times before hissing at the light sensitivity of my left eye, I felt Freddie’s grip on my waist seconds later as I used my right eye and looked at his concerned expression. I cupped my good hand over my left eye while meeting Freddie’s concerned gaze, I shook my head and laid my head back before feeling more pain in my eye, okay, something is really wrong . I sat back up while still cupping my eye as Freddie sat up and slipped out of the bunk so that I could get down without me having to even say a word, which I was thankful for. 

“Let me help you to the infirmary, okay.” Freddie asked, or better yet, ordered.

I didn’t even have the chance to answer as he grabbed my waist and pulled me against his side carefully, he wrapped one arm tightly around my waist and used his other hand to help brace along my sling as I walked with one of my eyes covered with my hand. We made it to the steps and I didn’t hesitate to grab onto the railing while keeping my left eye shut, I clutched it tightly and distanced myself from Freddie, which didn’t go unnoticed to him.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I got you.” Freddie said, I’m just as dumb as his baby mother if I believe he means that. 

“I’m okay.” I said groggily, still clutching onto the staircase railing and Freddie decided to walk two steps down ahead of me incase I fell. “Thanks.”

I wasn’t really thankful but I had to say something because I didn’t want Freddie to get angry at me, I knew he was bipolar and his mood changes at the switch of a light, he could go from concern to angry in a heartbeat and push me down the steps, again . I took each step carefully as some people were already in the pod cafeteria for breakfast, they were patiently waiting with a few reading books, other’s writing letters, or lightly chatting but I had other plans. I needed to go see this bitch again, and I pray she doesn’t try to stick her finger up my butt again or probe me in any other fashion if she finds out that Freddie and I had sex last night. Holy shit, Freddie and I fucked last night. Or would that be this morning? It dawned on me as I closed my eyes and shook my head at my thoughts, I had sex with Freddie when I should of been pushing him away in disgust. I was addicted to him, and he knew it… he even said it, I love him and I’m not trying to get rid of him . I made it to the bottom of the steps and Freddie grabbed my waist to lead me to the infirmary, it wasn’t much as you would probably think because there were only two examination areas and the doctor’s office. Dr. Jessica Harper was written in blue pen on the top of a sign-in sheet and taped just below

DOCTOR

that was written in bold letters on a solid red door. I grabbed the hanging pen and scribbled my information that included my name, birthday, and cell number. Freddie pushed the door open and held it open for me as I walked past the door and glanced around to see there wasn’t really a waiting room, just a guard standing dangerously close to a nurse. The two immediately put space to between each other when Freddie and I entered but I could care less that they were seeing each other, I wanted to find out what the hell was wrong with my eye. 

“Can we help you?” The nurse asked and just as I went to pull my hand away from my left eye, something warm gushed out and I stared in utter shock at the blood spilling from my eye. “Oh my! Dr. Harper!”

The nurse rushed around and carefully led me in the direction that the doctor was in just as she came around the corner and we nearly bumped into her. 

“What’s going on?” She asked, grabbing my face and expecting my eye with a look of horror on her face. “What happened?”

“I-I-I…” I didn’t know what happened.

“Take him to the exam room,” Dr. Harper ordered and the nurse moved to do it immediately, “am I seeing him as well?”

It then dawned on me that she was talking to Freddie, who I was sure had left already but I felt a little glad that he had stayed, even when I expected him to leave as soon as he had gotten me to my destination. 

“No.” Freddie spoke up. “He kept saying his eye hurt this morning, I brought him here.”

“Good. Wait in the pod.” She ordered him.

The guard moved forward to follow through with the doctor’s order just as Freddie went to rebuttal her order, but of course he was an inmate and had no say, so he reluctantly went while angrily yelling the entire way. I was pulled the opposite way as I cupped my eye to stop the flow of blood gushing from it, it was seriously damaged and the only thing I could think would cause it was from Freddie hitting me in it the day he beat me. 

“It’s severely damaged, and it’s already blackening… he’s going to need surgery.” I heard her saying as the nurse helped me climb on the examination table.

“Enucleation?” The nurse asked as the started to strap me into the restraints. 

“Enucleation.” Dr. Harper said, turning to look at me as the nurse came forward and pricked me with a needle to inject me. “You’re going to be fine, Mr. Maroon. You’re going to feel much better after surgery.”

“What the hell is an enucleation?” I asked, feeling suddenly drowsy as I resisted the urge to sleep, I wanted them to answer me first.

“You’re going to be fin-”

“WHAT THE HELL IS AN ENUCLEATI…” Everything went black.

Chapter Eight

There was a very unconscious silence when I pulled my eyes open, but what worried me immediately was that my right eye was staring at the ceiling but there was completely no sight from my left eye, but I could feel my socket opening. I blinked a few times to rid of the blurriness of my right eye before slowly attempting to sit up but was immediately stopped by a hand coming to my chest, holding me completely still. I reached up with my fingers grasping the air, the anesthesia hasn’t worn off just yet but I attempted to grab at the held holding me firmly in place and whack it off me. 

“S… m…” I attempted to tell the person to back off by staying ‘stop-touching-me’ but it came out completely jumped. 

I ended up growing weak as I slumped back against the bed while breathing heavily through the oxygen mask, I reached up to attempt to pry the black mass on my left eye but the hand firmly stopped me. 

“Damn you’re a persistent little shit.” I heard a voice mutter beside me and it sounded oddly like the guard from before I passed out. 

I relaxed slightly but that didn’t calm me because I still couldn’t see! I wanted the heaviness of the cotton patches on my left eye to be removed but I guess they were keeping something from making my eye worse. I faintly remember the nurse saying something about my eyeball dying and I guess they had repaired it, I hope they repaired it or I was going to finally kick the shit out of Freddie if they took my eyeball out. I heard the beeping of machines going haywire as I tried to relax myself but it was useless, the thought of having one eyeball pierced my mind and sent me into panic mode. I found sudden strength as I started to fight at the hands holding me in place as the guard and another set of hands attempted to restrain me, it was a futile fight against them but I didn’t hesitate to fight anyway.

“Calm down, Mr. Maroon! You’re in the infirmary, you’ve lost your left eye an-”

“ NO !“ I sobbed loudly, this was a nightmare, somebody wake me the fuck up already! “ NOOOOO !“

This was a nightmare, there was no way in hell I lost my left eye, they were lying. I prayed they were lying as I felt cotton straps secure around my arms to hold them down as a needle gently pricked my skin before entering with a searing burn. I sobbed loudly as tears leaked from right eye, and I couldn’t reach up and wipe them away as I shook my head left and right ferociously, they were lying! They had to be lying! I choked as one of the hands released me to reposition my oxygen mask as I took heavy breaths of oxygen, I opened my right eye and stared past the blurriness as I sobbed quietly now. I felt like I was floating, I didn’t want to think anymore because I no longer had the strength as I closed my eye again and happily allowed the sleep to overtake me. 

             

           

I stared at the white wall with a blank face, not really seeing but seeing the cracks of the concrete wall as I patiently waited for Dr. Harper to return with my medicine for the fifth time today. My left bottom eyelid was itching but I couldn’t bring myself to even move my fingers close to my empty socket, I was disgusted. I sniffed and looked over as the curtain moved and Dr. Harper appeared with a small cup of pills, I knew one of them were for the pain that I would be feeling very soon. Almost on cue, my right eye started to twitch as I curled my lip while staring at her with an unamused face. It’s been literally twenty-four hours since I’ve been in this stupid exam room and I was ready to go back to my bunk, even if it meant I had to walk out of here yelling and fighting. Luckily, it didn’t resort to that because Dr. Harper simply nodded her head when I told her I would rather recover in my bunk instead of in the clean examination room. 

“Took you long enough.” I huffed, taking the cup she offered as she rolled her eyes, at least she has two of them. 

I didn’t hesitate as I threw the pills in the cup into my mouth before taking a swig of the water bottle sitting beside my resting area, I swallowed them instantly and took a heavy breath while shaking my head because I was still in disbelief. I lost my left eye. I was already ugly and then for me to lose an eye, I have the devil playing my field, that’s for sure. I couldn’t wait for Freddie to bicker at me about how ugly I was for sure now, he’d probably throw up at the sight of me and probably never want to touch me again. It’s his fault. No it’s not, it’s mine . Stupid conscious, and Dr. Harper and I arguing about me trade bunks didn’t make Freddie’s and I situation better. I cracked my neck before rising to my feet slowly, Dr. Harper had previously checked my vitals and because she didn’t wanna argue, she simply agreed to have me come check with her twice a day. 

“Don’t forget.” She said, giving me a motherly pointed look.

It was now my turn to roll my eye as I fanned her off with a simple nod to tell her I wouldn’t, I grabbed the railing of the hallway leading straight to the big red door as the guard spotted me and immediately fell in step with me. I had also agreed to be escorted to my cell, even though there wasn’t much of a choice but I like to think I have say in what the fuck happens around here. I reached up but quickly dropped my hand when I found myself subconsciously going to touch my left cheek, dangerously close to my empty socket and a shiver of disgust rushed through me at the thought. How could I want Freddie to be okay with this when I wasn’t even okay with touching my own face now. I crossed my arms over my chest and nearly turned my head completely just to look at the guard as he took up on my left side and guided me to the red door. 

I gave the nurse, Nurse Annie, a thanking nod that she returned before the guard, Mr. Johnson, held the door open for me and I stepped out slowly. It seemed to be perfect because my stomach growled at the smell of a heating burrito from the vending machine, I took the time to take a deep breath before looking in the direction of the VL Gang’s table just as Freddie stood. His eyes widened at the sight of the guard and I standing there just as he slowly made his way to me, his eyes ran up and down my body slowly as if trying to figure out what was truly wrong with me. I blinked as I made eye contact with him and it was like a flush of energy rushed through me just as I took the chance to take him in as he gulped before moving a few steps closer. His eyes fell on the guard and his glare was well known, he was curious but didn’t push the thought as I stepped closer to him and his eyes immediately fell back on me. 

“I’m good.” I didn’t wait for a reply from Mr. Johnson as I took a few steps to Freddie as he pulled me tight to his chest in a territorial manner, I heard Mr. Johnson snicker quietly.

I laid my head against Freddie’s chest as he rubbed his hand down my back and I took another heavy breath because this was it, it was time to see what Freddie’s reaction was going to be. I slowly snaked my hand along his bicep as I slowly lifted my head to meet his eyes now that he held me in his tight embrace, I searched his face as he stared at me, his eyes moved to linger on the bandage covering my empty socket. I knew he could tell the eyeball was missing because I could tell, it was slightly sagging and then bandage was slightly sinking in over the hole. I pursed my lips while I waited for to say something, to say anything that told me he was okay with the fact that I only had one eye.

“You’re a cyclops.” He smirked, making me glare at him with my good eye. “It’s cute.”

“You’re an asshole.” I replied, backing away from him and stepping away but he quickly pulled me back into his embrace with a low chuckle.

“I’m just joking, Barbie. You’re still as cute as before, forreal.” He said, giving me a sincere look as I searched his eyes for him to be joking, to make sure he wasn’t trying to play a joke on me.

“Really?” I asked, my left eye watering as I quickly blinked the wetness away. “ I probably look stupid .“ I whispered in embarrassment.

“ No you don’t, you look just as sexy as before, baby .“ He whispered back, leaning close to my lips as I licked mine eagerly at the thought of his against mine. 

As if reading my mind, Freddie leaned forward and gave me a gentle peck as I moaned against his lips before he pulled away and guided me over to the table of his buddies, I avoided their gazes as they stared at my face, as if they were in shock as well. I took my rightful seat as Freddie sat down and moved his cheese pizza from the vending machine over into my reach, it wasn’t but one slice missing. I picked up one of the four slices and started to slowly nibble on it as Freddie quietly spoke with the person on the other side of him, it was Lloyd. I tuned everyone out as I slowly took little bits of my cheese pizza while searching my mind for the deepest thoughts, I had none at the moment. Instead I was simply staring in one space while slowly chewing at the mush in my mouth repeatedly, and it was the same mush from my first bite. I swallowed it as I looked up to someone making a loud yell near the cafeteria line, as did everyone else as my mouth fell open at the sight of the mayhem unfolding immediately. 

“Shit, not again!” Lloyd yelled as he rose to his feet and rushed toward the scenery of destruction.

“I told that bitch to leave me alone!” Someone yelled as I tried to get a good look but it was hard because Mickey was standing up and blocking my view.

From the looks of it, Mautrice was again causing ruckus as she always did because she loved drama, and her hairstyles. I didn’t know much about Mautrice but I knew enough from Lloyd saying she was crazy, but he always brought the crazy out of her according to Mike. At the moment, Mautrice was gripping tightly to another inmate’s ponytail as the inmate wildly swung in the attempts of striking Mautrice. Lloyd was trying to persuade Mautrice to release the person as the guards were already moving to step in and was threatening send Mautrice to solitary confinement if she didn’t release the other inmate’s ponytail. The guards backed off as a female guard grabbed her can of pepper spray in a threatening manner, I shook my head while covering my right eye in disdain, this was the life I was going to be living for a while. Lloyd managed to calm the female guard that held the pepper spray long enough and she lowered her weapon as Lloyd turned back to Mautrice.

“Baby, let her go!” Lloyd demanded, grabbing on to Mautrice, who shook her head. 

“No, fuck her!” Mautrice yelled angrily. “She said she topped you in the showers!” Oh, My, GOD!

I knew that everyone’s attention was on Mautrice and the other inmate, who I didn’t know, as the helpless inmate attempted to wiggle out of Mautrice’s tight grip on his hair. The guy was barely five feet tall like Mautrice so they were almost equal opponents. A burly inmate rose to his feet and grabbed the other inmate that was being held hostage as Lloyd continued to try and talk calmly to Mautrice, trying to explain that the inmate didn’t touch him. I guess the burly inmate that had gotten up from his seat to help break up the fight was dating the helpless inmate because soon the burly inmate and Lloyd were having a shouting match about respect. 

I cocked my head slightly as Lloyd pushed the burly inmate. “Back the fuck up, Renegade!”

“You fucking my girl?” The renegade guy asked as his gang rose up to their feet as if they were going to all jump on Lloyd.

I looked up as I felt air brush past me and soon I was the only one sitting at the table as all of VL Gang also came to match off with the Renegade Gang, what the hell have I gotten myself into? I rose to my feet and quickly came to Freddie’s side as Renegade backed down at Freddie looming over him.

“You know how we handle this shit.” Freddie said.

“Yeah.” Renegade said with a glare, “Races start Friday… but you’re gonna get touched before that.” That wasn’t a threat, that was a promise .

“Break it up or you’re all going to the hole!” A guard yelled but it was rather useless because no one wanted to stand down. 

Freddie grabbed my hand tightly and backed us away before turning around and leading me toward the direction of the staircase, I looked up at Freddie as he watched Renegade closely from a distance. I squeezed his hand tightly as he gestured for me to go ahead of him while I slowly nodded before slowly trekking up to the cell, Mautrice and Lloyd were both behind me as I bit my lip and rubbed at the goosebumps on my arms. 

“You’re always starting shit.” Lloyd huffed. “But that’s what I like about your little mean ass.”

“Shut up, Lloyd, before you piss me off next.” Mautrice warned angrily.

I glanced back the two as Lloyd wrapped his arm around Mautrice’s waist and pulled him close, I then realized something that the Renegade dude had said. I grabbed the railing and paused at the top of the staircase as I turned to look at the two bickering at each other quietly with a hint of flirting before they stopped and looked at me questionably. 

“Hey, what did that guy mean by races start Friday?” I asked curiously.

“Freddie didn’t tell you?” Lloyd asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Not yet, I haven’t.” Freddie said, causing Lloyd to look in his direction with alertness before going slack. 

“You’re gonna get tired of sneaking up on people, Freddie, I warned you about that shit.” Mautrice growled angrily, glaring at the ring leader.

“Shut up, Mautrice.” Freddie dismissed Mautrice while going around him to come stand before me. “Come on, we need to talk.”

This time, I didn’t have the chance to reply as Freddie grabbed my hand and directly pulled me to the cell, I pray this isn’t something bad.

Chapter Nine

I took the moment of silence as time to slowly recounter everything Freddie had told me as he stood near the bolted table and I sat on the edge of his bunk across from him, I was confused and curious about every single word Freddie had said. The conversation was endless as he told me about

Tony Rotimi

, the previous leader of the VL Gang, and the fact that Tony had won the last race and was released from the prison with someone named

Kiden Conner

in toe. I was understanding until Freddie had spoke about the event that would be starting Friday, a series of races with the opponents being murdered. 

I didn’t believe him but I was very sure that Freddie hadn’t bumped his head recently, I knew he was in well health and wasn’t a sociopath in this manner. I knew that Freddie was bipolar, not bat shit crazy and he didn’t have any mental issues. The races were deadly and the only way a person was eliminated was through death, there was no other way out of the race once they started. Winning five races allowed you to have your life back in the outside world, the original driver and the passenger that ride in the car with you. The weapons were of the variety, from saw blades slicing at wheels to roof-welded cannons blasting of cars when they were in a close proximity, Freddie said that Tony’s old car had been equipped with an inside usage minigun that could be heard all over the courtyard.

“Barbie…” Freddie said, looking at me with a face that begged to not be judged wrongfully. “I don’t know how else to explain it.”

I pursed my lips. “Have you ever seen that Jason Statham movie with the pris-” I started.

“It’s exactly like that.” Freddie hastily said, eagerly nodding. “But… in real life, real lives are being taken. Real people are being killed because they want to leave but can’t.”

“What can we do about that?” I asked, glancing over at him questionably.

“Nothing, but be one of those people.” Freddie said, moving over to the bunk and taking a seat beside me before wrapping his arm around me in his weird cuddling position again. “I know it sounds crazy but we’re criminals and the government don’t give a damn how Warden Harper treats us.” 

“ Does the government know ?“ I asked quietly, not wanting anyone to pick up on our conversation. 

“ Of course they know, they just don’t give a damn about us. When we race, they watch it for entertainment, help keep them from killing one another and ending up in the same place as us. “ Freddie said, licking his dry lips in thought, they’re so kissable. “ Tony had raced four races, damn near close to getting out and it was for nothing because he had gotten chosen for parole. We don’t know how, we figured that Harper had asked for him to get it so that she could be with him- “

“ He was sleeping with the Warden ?“ I whispered in utter shock, he’s a smooth motherfucker, that Tony guy.

“ Shit, he was sleeping with whoever slept with him. “ Freddie chuckled, shaking his head. “ Warden Harper is a little slick bitch, she had gotten pregnant purposely to hold times to Tony so that even if he got out and tried to move on with his life, he was still tied to her. They messed around for years, and we always told him to stop before she set him up… and she did, well… she tried .“

I remained silent as I quietly listened to Freddie’s story time, I was completely fascinated with everything he was telling me and the more he talked, the more everything started to make more and more sense to me. I wasn’t shocked that the government knew about the manslaughter going around North Acres County in the form of entertainment, and of course they got a sick thrill from the lives being taken. I was amazed not only with the story but about the Tony guy that was attempting to start over in life, I wonder if he ever got that chance. 

“ Tony had his last race only a couple months ago, “ I tuned back in, “ he won but it was a damn slim chance because the last minute Renegades had blew the hood of the car up, exposing Tony and Baby but they made it. They’re safe. I had got a letter from him the other day saying Harper had given him custody of his daughter, meaning plan two is now going to be set in motion with the race. Harper got hell to pay, and she knows it. “ Freddie whispered, leaning forward and pecking my lips suddenly.

I was taken back by the action for only a split second before I leaned forward and kissed him once more, I moaned against his soft lips as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me snug against him. His tongue dipped in my mouth and I eagerly sucked on it as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held onto him tightly, I didn’t want to let Freddie go, I never want to let Freddie go away.

“ I thought you said everyone dies if they don’t win .“ I whispered to Freddie as I didn’t pull my lips away from his. 

“ Mmmm, they do .“ Freddie groaned, pecking my lips hungrily once more.

“ What about that Renegade guy ?“ I asked, leaning back slightly to look at Tony with my one eye, cocking my head curiously. 

“ He’s the new leader, they change their name once they take head spot. His real name is Reggie and he’s nothing to be worried about, Sexy. I’m gonna handle him. “ Freddie said. 

“ So, your new name is Tony now? “ I asked, lightly laughing. 

“No, I’m Freddie, leader of the VL Gang.” He announced loudly, making me laugh harder as I nodded my head while he flexed the arm that wasn’t wrapped around my waist.

“Wait…” I paused as something dawned on me and my mood immediately was doused in water. “You’re going to be racing.”

“Sure am, I got two more races, the other ones are pending from my last visit before Tony came back and took head position again.” He said eagerly and I wanted to be so excited for him, but how could I?

I was nervous about Freddie going to race and killing people with the chance of being killed himself, I understood he wanted to have his freedom back but was it really worth it when everything was said and done? I was terrified that Freddie could be killed, and while I was confident that he knew what he was doing, I was still scared that he could be seriously injured. I was positive no one was going to take mercy on Freddie, he was three races down and with the last two hanging over his head, he would be a target the closer he got to the finish line. I bit my lip as I looked at Freddie fearfully, I couldn’t lose Freddie to some race that would take him from everything. 

He had a child, his baby mother was probably more than ready to see him and I knew his son was more than eager to see him. I knew that Freddie had did what was right in his mindset, he wasn’t happy that the woman of child had moved on with out him and that was what scared me. What if Freddie ends up right back where he started, he had killed his baby mother’s fiancé because he had gotten jealous. Come to find out, Freddie had told only a couple of days ago that he had gotten a letter from her as well, saying she was pregnant and would prefer him to stay away from her, as well as a restraining order if he ever happened to get out of prison. He had been devastated by her letter but he pretended like it didn’t hurt his pride, but I knew it because I knew Freddie, I knew how to read him better than anyone.

“I already got a passenger too.” Freddie said, making me shake my head as it dawned on me what he was saying.

“Oh, hell n-” I immediately went refuse his offer.

“You’re riding with me.” Freddie deadpanned.

“ -o , I’m not riding in a car that’s kil-“ I continued.

“You’re gonna be fine, Barbie.” Freddie spoke up once more with a small smile on his face.

“- ling people, you’re crazy if you thi-” I wasn’t going to ride in that car, hell no.

“I’m gonna be right beside you.” He tried to reason, as if it would make me feel better.

“Oh, now I feel 100% safe,” I said sarcastically as Freddie simply shook his head, “oh, let’s just hold hands and ignore the car that’s shooting at u-”

“We could do that.” Freddie chuckled. 

I sighed as I shook my head and pulled myself out of his grip, he was seriously wanting me to get in a car with him so that he could race me to the death. I understood that I was his partner but there was no way in hell I was going to risk my life in that manner, death wasn’t worth living and I saw no way how anyone got any joy out of killing someone. I pulled away from him once more but Freddie only used my momentum against me and seconds later I was laid back on the bunk with him hovering over me with a lustful look on his face. I reached up and pushed a few dreads out of his view as he leaned down and lightly pecked my lips in a promising manner, I looked up at him pleadingly. 

“I can’t stay here, Barbie.” Freddie reasoned softly. “And you know why.”

“Yeah, I know.” I replied just as softly as his voice. “I just wish there was a different way.” 

“Me too.” Freddie said as he laid down in the available space beside me.

I bit my lip as I turned my head to look at him with my single eyeball, I pursed my lips as he closed his eyes and I nestled myself along his side as he released a relaxed sigh. I wanted to be there for Freddie emotionally and physically and I honestly didn’t like the idea of someone else riding with him, so I knew I had no choice. I bit my lip as I reached up and ran my fingers along his sculpted jawline, my mind was made up and I knew it was the right thing to do.

“Alright, but if I die, I’m gonna haunt you for the rest of your life, Freddie.” I warned him, a wide smile spread across his face seconds later. 

“ I won’t let nothing happen to you or let you die, if I lose you, I’ll lose myself .“ Freddie whispered gently to me, making me look at him in shock as I realized what he was saying, he needed me with him. “ And I can’t lose myself, cause then I’ll lose everything, including the reason to live. “  

I remained silent because I wasn’t entirely sure what to say in response to that, Freddie had never really opened himself up to me like that and to hear him say those words had moved mountains for me. I blinked to rid the tear trialing along my right eye as I reached up and lightly brushed the tip of his nose as he fell asleep with a soft rhythmic gasp of air entering through his nose, then back out. I wanted what was best for Freddie and now knowing how he felt, it only made me want to get him out of here so he can finish his life the way he was supposed to live it. Freddie was a father before he was a killer, he was a man before he was a convict, and he was a lover before he became a monster, but even monsters show weakness to love and I was the weakness to Freddie, I came to realize. I was the one that had made him realize there was something to live for, in his words, I was one of the reasons to live on this beautiful Earth. With that in mind, I couldn’t help the smile that came on my face as I lightly pecked his lips as he slept and closed my eye to follow him to the dream land as well.

Chapter Ten

I moaned as I rolled over and felt Freddie’s heat as he laid with his arm thrown over my waist to secure me tight to him, I peeked my eye open but immediately shut it at the brightness of the sun gleaming through the barred window. I reached up and lightly brushed my fingertips over his masculine chest as he stretched and rolled his neck while slowly awaking, I wanted to lick all over his body but I decided to wait until the appropriate time. I slowly sat up while listening for any signs of active people in the area, but it was eerily quiet as I blinked a few times to help with the sleepiness while yawning tiredly. 

Freddie had woken me up in the middle of the night, nearly midnight and mounted me for nearly an hour before we both was spent and dosed off to sleep just as fast we had awoke to have sex. To say I was sleepy was an understatement, I was exhausted but I was eager to also start the day because of the exercise I had gotten in the middle of the night from Freddie. He knew when to light a fire in me and he knew the best way to do it as well. 

“Mmmm, what’s the plan for today?” I asked him, laying my hand on his chest and lightly brushing my fingertips along his masculine pecs and abs once more. 

“Sex… work on the car… sex… eat… sex… more sex… dinner… then sex again… then sleep.” Freddie said with a happy smile on his face. 

“You’re stamina is insane.” I laughed, swatting his chest as he simply shrugged and retaliated by smacking me on the butt, causing it to jiggle and he immediately noticed. 

I watched as he perked up and swatted my butt again, lightly cupping it and rubbing it as I smirked while staying in a hands and knees position so he could fondle my butt at his own greediness. He licked his bottom lip invitingly as I reached up and ran my hands slowly along his pecs, he was so masculine with his packed abs on display for me because he was entirely nude. I was dressed in nothing but my pair of cotton underwear, as my jumpsuit had been thrown somewhere in the cell last night. I glanced around and pinpointed my jumpsuit to see it was thrown on the sink, causing a tiny laugh to leave me as I teasingly turned around my backside and all it’s glory was too Freddie. I heard him groan as his dick jumped at the sight of my clothed butt, he was ready for another round and I was too but I really needed a shower. 

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” I told Freddie with a tiny smile on my face. “You coming?” I said teasingly.

I was getting horny just at the thought of Freddie slamming me against one of the shower walls and taking me for everyone to see, everyone would hear my moaning and would be watching as Freddie shoved his big dick all inside of me and make me nut without a single touch. He had that affect on me, he made me a horny little slut that want to give him head every hour of the day until his big balls were completely empty. 

“Fuck yes.” Freddie quickly rose to his feet and grabbed his changing uniform, which were a top and bottom set, as well as his commissary towel. 

I grabbed my orange top and bottom uniform as well to change out of my jumpsuit after the shower, Freddie licked his lips hungrily at me as I bent over to straighten up our mess from last night. As I was bent over, he pushed himself flush against me and I could feel his hard log pushing between my largely swollen globes as he groaned at the thought of pounding me right here, right now. I was more than ready as I reached back and swiftly pulled my underwear out of his way as he lined himself up with me without missing a single beat in time, he pushed forward slowly as I laid my front against the cold table mounted to the wall. 

I took a heavy breath and whined at the burn of him entering my ass, it was painful but it quickly subsided as Freddie started to move, humping me hungrily. I moaned at the feeling of him jabbing my insides as his pace quickened, causing me to only grow louder as the pleasure rocked up and down my spine. I whimpered as I realized I was already nearing close to a climax and we had only just started, I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes tightly while trying to keep myself calm so I wouldn’t shoot early. I could hear his breathing growing quicker as his pace only quickened more until he was ruthlessly pounding me and the sound of our skin smacking would soon draw an audience as I didn’t hold back myself anymore. 

I cried out in pleasure as I threw my hips back against him, I reached down and cupped myself to keep from releasing so soon just as banging on the cell door caught both of our attention. I looked over as a guard stood there with the light pointed at us, Freddie didn’t pause as I noticed him only enjoying the guard watching as he started to ferociously pound inside me. I whimpered as he dove deep inside and smacked me on the ass dominatingly, making my legs shake as I held on for the ride, screaming for more. I expected the guard to bang on the cell bars once more as a warning but he didn’t as he watched on, the bulge in the front of his dark blue pants told me he was enjoying what he saw thoroughly. 

“Look at you, Barbie, got the guards wanting a piece of you now.” Freddie groaned in my ear so huskily, causing me to shiver as my legs only shook harder at the thought of a guard enjoying our actions. “Yeah, you want to suck the guard while I fuck you Barbie? You gonna be my little slut?”

I didn’t have the chance to answer as Freddie grabbed a tight grip on my hair as I realized what he was going to do, he moved me over to the cell door swiftly as the guard didn’t hesitate to pull himself free of the restraints of his pants. I hadn’t saw this guard around before so I assumed he was from a different pod, he was probably about five-seven with the traditional blonde sweeping hair. He had a very solid gut on him and was probably around his sixties with a his hairline receding. 

The guard’s eyes were a crystal green that sparkled with delight at the sight of me closer to him now, his lips were stretched thin as he kept a stoic face but the excitement was obvious as his dick, which was possibly five inches long, eagerly bobbed near the cell door. Upon closer distance, I noticed his name was Matthew Young and he wasn’t just a regular duty guard that had stumbled upon our morning fun. Instead, Matthew Young was one of the higher ranking guards on duty whenever Warden Harper was around and he was already near her, but he wasn’t hear head protection, no the main guard was much more scarier. Freddie didn’t release his grip on my hair as he shifted himself a little so he was sturdier, he finally released me and grabbed onto the bar cells above my head and started to fuck me hard. I threw my bubble ass back against him as he angled himself and caused me to yelp at the mixture of pain and pleasure. 

“You’re gonna be Daddy’s little slut?” Freddie asked again, smacking my butt while waiting for an answer this time around.

“Yes, Daddy.” I moaned, knowing it’s exactly what he liked to hear.

“Good girl, Barbie.” Freddie praised me, making butterflies settle in my stomach. “Suck that guard dick, Barbie. Do it now.” He ordered.

I was nervous but it immediately went away as Freddie used my neck to guide me closer to the horny guard’s cock as he thrust his hips forward to give me easier access, just as I neared, Freddie suddenly yanked me back and the guard sputtered in disbelief. His eyes pleadingly looked behind me as Freddie held my neck tightly. He stopped pounding inside of me and it took a moment for me to come to my senses as Freddie stayed planted inside me but was leaning closer to the guard as I looked between the two.

“I’ll let my Barbie suck you if you did what I asked you to do.” Freddie said suddenly. “Did you do it?”

I was confused on what Freddie was talking about until the Guard Matthew quickly nodded his head while stroking his cock hungrily, Freddie held his hand out and Guard Matthew appeared to hesitate as he moved his hand forward slowly, he was holding a paper bag. Freddie then applied pressure to the back of my neck and I was confused until he had lowered me near the Guard Matthew’s dick as the tip glistened from pre-cum. Freddie’s little smack on the butt told me to go ahead as he sat the bag on my back and started to fan through it to make sure it had everything. 

I opened my mouth and licked the tip of the guard’s dick into my mouth before sucking slowly on it, I squealed and was plunged forward as Freddie gave me a very powerful thrust that jerked me forward. I met his thrust as I bobbed my head back and forth on the guard while Freddie plowed me from behind, this was like a porn scene I had watched with him when we were in the janitor’s closet one time. The scene was pretty self explanatory with a girl fucking her teacher with the principal’s dick in her mouth while wearing a skimpy school uniform, it was a fake scene but it had gotten Freddie so hot and I had sucked his dick while he watched it. 

“ Good girl, Barbie, I got you a treat for being so good to me .“ Freddie whispered in my ear as he smacked my butt while still pounding into me at the same rhythm as before.  

I was curious to what Freddie had gotten me but I knew he would tell me soon once I got him and his new ally off, I was mostly shock that I was content with Freddie making me suck a guard as a reward. I should be angry, I should feel disgusted, I should leave him alone but something told me that this was okay because he was okay with it. I wasn’t too keen on sharing myself but I knew it was all for the matter of business, and part of me was afraid if I didn’t do it, Freddie would replace me with someone who would. Those fears were probably understandable, I was at a huge lost if Freddie decided to throw me aside, I was helpless more than ever with just one working eye and I was so weak that even a weak guy could beat me up. 

I didn’t want to take the chance of losing Freddie’s protection and his affection, and though he had told me he didn’t want to lose me, I knew that it all came with a cost. I knew how the prison system worked sometimes, everything you did was watched and the only way to get what you wanted was to work with the guards. Freddie was probably going to have me help make connections, and I was mostly okay with that as long as it didn’t go too far and Freddie didn’t get carried away, as well as him not seeing me any other way because I didn’t see myself any different.

I’m still Freddie’s little Barbie. 

And I still love him just as much as before.

Chapter Eleven

It was Wednesday and Friday was literally around the corner, I was on edge about racing but Freddie was so pumped that I was too scared to back out on him last minute. I hadn’t seen the car he had chosen, I just knew that he grabbed a blueprint and told me that he’d be back soon, he was hiding something probably. I had only one request when he had asked me what should do to his car, and he had laughed so hard that tears were pouring down his face, but I thought the idea was definitely forgotten. But, as I stood staring at the vehicle that Freddie would be racing in with complete awe. 

It was my second time seeing the 2010 Dodge Challenger that was a dusty black with dents in various places, the paint was mostly scratched away from previous fights but it was still in very good condition. I walked closer and slowly ran my hand over the hood as Freddie was busy conversating with a guy named Eddie, who had touched up the car to the best of his ability. The first time Freddie had brought me to the garage to see the car, it was still in it’s older, beaten shape with a headlight completely ripped out and the back passenger window smashed in. The car had been completely remodeled since I had first seen it, the front of the car had set of vertical bladed push bars on the front if Freddie wanted to ram into someone else’s car. 

The hood was completely reconstructed and reinforced with bars covering both the windshield and the back window, as well as the once crushed passenger back window to reinforce it. Doing a circle of the car starting at the driver’s side, Freddie’s window was completely reinforced with more bars than the other windows with his decision on tint and solid black metal so no one could shoot through it. The back driver’s side window was more of a defense mechanism with a sliding window instead of a regular window that rolled down, but it was only accessible from the inside of the car. The sliding window was currently open and I could make out two M4A1s laying in the back, I guess that was one of the things Freddie told the guard to get him. 

As well as something else that glimmered but I couldn’t tell from the looming darkness of the car, I decided it was probably nothing important and circled to the back to find that Freddie had took heave with my request. The backside corner of the car had a little three-color, uneven rainbow near the bumper, it was small but it was just as adorable as I had imagined as a big smile came to my face and Freddie gently swatted me on the butt. I laughed as I leaned against him while he took time to analyze his new ride as well. The passenger side was also heavily enforced, which I gladly thanked Eddie for as he shooed me off with a ginger smile. 

I looked at the M61 Vulcan secured through the back window with tinted glass and enforced bars that would ricochet bullets if they weren’t shot perfectly between them, and that was a very slim chance. I reached forward and lightly touched the trunk of the car before leaning on it while Freddie stared at his car for a minute before looking at me, the excitement burned in his gaze as I simply smiled and shook my head at him. He was like a child on Christmas, eager to finally get his toy and something about that gave me relief because he was willing to do all this, even if it meant for nothing… and I was going to be doing it with him. 

“Like it, Barbie?” Turner asked, gesturing to the rainbow in particular. “How’s that for art?” He boasted.

“It’s terrible.” I said then laughed as Freddie smiled and shook his head, looking at the rainbow with a look of humor because hew as probably thinking the same thing. “But, it’s well appreciated.”

Eddie stepped forward, getting our attention as he looked at the rainbow as well and grimaced, probably upset that it didn’t contrast with his and Freddie’s deadly weapon of a vehicle, but I liked it. It was as if that Rainbow was giving Freddie a touch of me, and plus I was also riding in the vehicle and asked for my input, which I gladly gave him. I smiled at Freddie as he wrapped his arm around before perking up as if he suddenly remembered something.

“Hold on, Barbie, I got you something.” I looked at him in confusion as he moved away from me.

He walked to the back driver’s side and pulled the door open, I moved closer and looked inside to realize they had gutted out the entire backseat and put down a carpeted board, the only seats were the passenger seat and the driver’s seat. I squinted as my eyes adjusted and then I realize that it was actually a small box in gleaming rainbow and candy corn designed paper that was sitting beside the M4A1s that I saw earlier. I looked at the small square box as Freddie shut the door behind him before pushing it towards me, I was hesitant take it as I looked at everyone else while they watched me. 

I moved to the small stool table in the corner of the car cubicle before unwrapping Freddie’s gift for me. I lifted the lid slowly just as I heard something scratch at the side of the box, I immediately dropped the lid in utter shock as I looked at the big brown eyes staring back at me. The solid white Pitbull puppy must of sensed it’s freedom as it attempted to jump out the box with no avail, it was so adorable to see and I couldn’t help but coo as I lifted it out the box while it’s docked tail wagged. I smiled as it’s tiny pink tongue lapped at my chin while I held it close to my heart, I couldn’t help but look up at Freddie in shock as he gave me a tiny smile. 

“Warden Harper owed me.” He said with a shrug whenever I looked over at him shock.

Eddie and Turner didn’t appear shocked so I assumed they knew what he was going to ask for, but not only did he do something for me, he used his favor on me so that I can get a puppy that I never knew I actually wanted. I reached up and gently rubbed it’s head as I heard the sound of more scrapping before looking down to see that there was yet another puppy down inside, but it was solid black instead of white like the one in my arms. I cooed even more as Freddie chuckled at my reaction while moving  closer to me, he grabbed the solid black one and allowed the dog to lap at his face before he reached up and scratched the head of the puppy in my arms. 

“Thank you, Freddie.” I said sincerely, I was so thankful for his tiny act as it made me realize why Freddie wanted to do this.

There was so much waiting outside for him, his children, even angry baby mother, and as well as many other things I probably didn’t know he had going and that was why he was eager to race. I was amazed at the realization that I was also wanting out, I wouldn’t mind leaving if it meant that I could go be somewhere else but here. I wanted Freddie to win his last two races and then we both leave, if that was how the game worked. I wanted to be able to finish my life the right way because sitting in prison for these next few years weren’t going to get me anything but homesick and lonely. 

I couldn’t let Freddie leave my side, and even thought he had told me that he wouldn’t leave me, I was more than reassured that this was the right thing to do. In this situation, taking another person’s life was going to be okay, as well as forgiven. With my mindset completely rearranged, I smiled up at Freddie while he lightly pecked my forehead. I was thankful Freddie hadn’t treated me any different since the morning that guard had visited us, he simply told me he wouldn’t use me in that manner ever again because he had gotten jealous. 

“You used your most biggest favor on some damn mutts?” We heard and all heads turned to Renegade came to stop at the end of the cubicle with a smirk on his face.

“That’s what I was wondering.” Mickey spoke up, causing our glare to fall on him next as he quickly cut his widened eyes.

“Yeah, the fuck that gotta do with you, Renegade?” Freddie asked.

Renegade smirked and simply shrugged, looking up and down slowly before reaching his toe in and scrubbing it along the floor as if he was marking something, I frowned at the action because I knew what it meant, it meant he was wanting to start a feud between the gangs. I wasn’t sure what exactly he wanted and what exactly he was going to gain out of it, but it was stupid that he was going to do something like this so close to the race date. 

“You would rather work separate than work together?” Turner asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing personal… you’re everyone’s target.” The new Renegade explained. “You should of warned your friend before he killed Poppi.” 

“That don’t have shit to do with us, it was a death race.” Turner reasoned, looking at Renegade leader with disbelief. “I know you guys have pea brains but that means everyone dies except the last man standing to advance, dumbass.”

I looked at Reggie, or rather Renegade, to notice that his eyes rarely wandered away from Turner as Turner shook his head in disbelief because of the stocky man’s actions. Renegade was no taller than six-feet, his eyes were a hazel brown with thick black hair atop of his head in a nappy mess, his skin was the color of mahogany and surprisingly blemish-free. I watched Renegade’s body language as it was pretty stern and alert as he watched mostly Turner if anyone, as if him and Turner had their own problems before this.

“But, we have our own vendetta, don’t we Turner.” I thought they had. 

“Fuck you and that vendetta.” Freddie spoke up before Turner responded, I was curious to see what they were talking about. “Ya’ll want war, ya’ll got it!” Freddie yelled angrily to the entire garage. 

No… I’d rather NOT have war.

Chapter Twelve

“If we were going to be rational… that’s the dumbest shit you could of done.” Lloyd said, propping his head on his arm as he sat at the cafeteria table. 

I was in complete agreement with Lloyd as he scooted his tray aside while glancing around, and it was obvious that he was just as uneasy as I was as I felt the tension as thick as honey, it felt suffocating to an extent. It felt like everyone was watching us closely, as if they were expecting us to go crazy and start ripping through the gangs with shanks and guns, but that wasn’t the plan because Freddie was planning on beasting the competition. Mickey made a noise of agreement as well as he shoved an egg, sausage, and cheese burrito in his mouth and loudly chewed, he sucked a little cheese off his finger and pointed it at Freddie.

“Dumbest shit.” Mickey countered, going back to licking his fingers.

I pushed aside my untouched tray of pancakes with a sick feeling pitting in my stomach, I was upset that Freddie had declared war with all the other gangs because that meant he had no ally in the competition. Freddie also refused refused to bend backwards to find someone that would have his side, and I felt like was thinking selfishly because I was also going to be in the car. I bit my lip while unconsciously rubbing at my studded earring that Mautrice had given me when he did pre-touching up to my hair. I was still sitting with aluminum foil variously placed around in my hair to give me an entire new color and he wouldn’t tell me what color it was, which caused me to huff and puff but I knew there was no getting him to talk. 

I glanced over at Freddie as he gave Mickey a bored look while chewing on a Honeybun for breakfast, his eyes suddenly drifted in my direction. I quickly averted my eyes because it was a topic I wasn’t open to discuss right now, I was worried about other things like what would happen to everyone else around us once Freddie won. Of course Freddie and I wouldn’t have to worry about the other rivals causing trouble with us, but the people we left behind would definitely have to deal with them in the future. 

“We’re gonna be okay.” I looked up Freddie as he spoke, he was talking with security that made me believe him, I had to believe something. 

I felt his hand lightly lay over mine and I simply flipped mine to hold his tightly as he continued to nibble on his breakfast and I didn’t bother touching mine, I didn’t have an appetite because the race would start tomorrow and that’s all I could think about. Everyone was going to targeting Freddie’s car and not because he was leaving, but also because he had declared war every single gang that would be racing against him. Six cars would take all their energy to shoot at us, run us off the road, and target their cannons at us but I was at least going to be with Freddie and at his side the entire time. 

If Freddie was to get hurt, I could be there to help him the best I could so that it wouldn’t lead to us dying right away. His declaration only meant that Freddie and I would have to fight for our lives and failure wasn’t an option in this situation, we had to kill everyone. I squeezed Freddie’s hand tighter as he calculatedly glanced around, watching almost every angle of the cafeteria as I looked up as well just in time to catch a few people looking at us. I didn’t know anyone, I never met anyone outside of the VL Gang so I couldn’t even tell you who these people where because I had never came in contact iwth them before. All I could do was avert my eyes constantly to avoid causing an altercation between any gangs around us, but I only knew the Renegade leader, not anyone inside of his gang. 

“They’ll be cool.” Turner spoke up, making us all look in his direction as he nursed an orange juice slowly. “Reggie won’t target you.” 

Everyone almost instantly understood what Turner was saying but me, I was out of the loop and I wanted to know why were the Renegades not going to gun for the car because he said so. There was definitely something going on between them and I was eager to know, I wanted to know if they were sleeping together, that’s the only reason I could see the Renegades trying to start war with us. In prison, sex spoke many volumes.

“Why not?” I asked softly, looking at him wearily.

“Because he won’t.” Turner said. “He knows.”

“You’re doing that thing again.” I huffed. “That thing where I don’t understand shit you say and I feel out of the loop.” 

“It’s nothing to understand, you’re in good hands.” Turner replied before rising up and dismissing himself swiftly. 

I nodded slowly in complete disbelief that he had ended the conversation so quickly, he didn’t want me to know exactly what was going on between him and the Renegade leader but I was determined to find out. I wanted to know everything that was going on around me, I was supposed to be in the loop because I was going to be driving around with Freddie on the track and I needed to know what to expect if things got sour. I needed to know who was who in this battle but because there were no allies, it was easier to paint everyone red. 

“What color is your hair?” Mickey asked suddenly, gaining my attention as he cocked his head at me.

I simply shrugged my answer to him as I turned to him, Freddie caught my attention as I caught him reaching up to touch the foil in my hair out the corner of my eye, I moved my head and swatted his hand as he gave me a tiny smile. He was so handsome, even to be the jackass he was, and he held the strings to my heart to play however he chose. I was completey his and I knew it the moment I stepped in that cell and recognized who he was. Freddie knew it also, the moment he recognized me, he was hooked on me again. 

“I was just going to peek.” He reasoned, but I shook my head, the foil dangled at the movement before settling. 

“No peeking!” I laughed, leaning forward and pecking his stubby jaw. “If I can’t peek, you can’t peek.”

“Baby had blonde highlights,” Mickey said catching everyone attention as he cocked his head in a dreamy fasion, “he looked so sexy.”

“I’m telling Tony.” Lloyd said seconds later, causing me and Freddie to laugh.

Mickey eyes widened and he quickly shook his head while Lloyd laughed and rose to his feet, dismisisng himself as Freddie the pulled me to my feet and led me away from the table. I expected us to go outside but instead, Freddie led me up the steps as I realized I never stepped outside to just simply lounge like everyone else. I went outside to go to the garage and I went outside to do other things but I never sat outside to enjoy the sun, I didn’t feel the need and I still didn’t feel the need as Freddie pushed me lightly into the cell before hungrily walking up on me. 

He was like a predator as he wrapped his arms around me and suddenly lifted me in his arms, I gasped and instantly moaned in heat as he pushed his front flush against mione. His hard cock brushed against mine as he pushed me against the wall before pressing his lips against mine eagerly. I moaned into his mouth as he ran his hands sensually down my body while keeping me propped against the back wall of the cell, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as I started to grind back against him just as greedily as he was me. 

I wanted Freddie just as bad as he wanted me, probably just as much as he wanted me and I was going to prove that as I reached up and toyed my fingers through his dreads, I was going to miss him once he left. Of course I had time to prove myself to him, as he would have to race one more if we make it through the one that starts tomorrow. I held onto Freddie body tightly as he moved us from the wall and laid me down on the bunk gently but horror rushed through me as something attempted to wiggle from beneath me suddenly. I squealed as I sat up quickly and me and Freddie immediately bumped heads, making him grunt and me moan in pain as he sat back and we both turned our attention to the white Pitbull that made a desperate escape from my weight. A laugh rushed through me as I shook my head while grabbing Butterfinger and pulling her to my chest comfortingly.

       

        

“What happened between Turner and Reggie from the Renegades?” I asked, glancing at Mautrice through the mirror before us. 

Mautrice appeared to stiffen at my question as he paused with a large banana hairclip in his hand for preparation on cleansing the dye of my hair once he finished the rest of his book. I was definitely okay with sitting and waiting on him to finish his novel before he went to work, mostly because I was mentally preparing myself incase things went sour with my hair. I didn’t have a clue what color Mautrice had put in my hair and he was so loyal to make sure I wouldn’t find out, he even hid the empty box from me. His reaction to my question made me nervous as I averted my eyes while he pursed his lips before glancing around his cell as if he was making sure I was the only one in earshot. 

“ You didn’t hear anything from me, “ Mautrice started in a whisper, “ but Turner used to sleep with every Renegade leader for them to ally with the VL Gang, we never asked him too, he just did. I think he has a special thing for Latinos, if you ask me .“ 

“ Why did they wage war on us then? “ I asked him quietly, confused even more than I was before with the little information Mautrice shared.

“ Apparently Turner wasn’t as fond of Reggie as the other Renegade leaders .“ I pursed my lips as Mautrice moved closer to start removing the aluminum foils in my hair. “ I think it’s more than personal… I think Reggie wants to turn Turner into Renegade, but Turner’s loyal to VL Gang .“

“ That’s good, I like Turner. “ I whispered, nervous that Reggie could take Turner from the group, and it made sense. 

“ Lloyd told me that Reggie was upset that Turner wouldn’t sleep with him, and that’s why he waged war. Freddie put the nail in the coffin when he told Turner he wasn’t allowed to sleep with the Renegade leaders anymore. Tony had all this shit in place so that he had many allies and Freddie don’t want any, they’re two different people, that’s for sure. “ Hearing Mautrice compare Freddie and Tony gave me a sour taste in the mouth.

I didn’t know Tony other than what people told me, but I still didn’t like the idea of him comparing the two, but I didn’t say anything as I watched Mautrice pull the last foil out and I looked at my bleached pink roots with a glare before I turned my eyes to him. I was shock that he had bleached my hair and that made me more fearful because whatever color he chose will only be more visible and the color he chose was pink.

FUCKING PINK!

As I got a better view of the pink coloring in my hair, my mouth dropped wide open in shock as I slowly turned the chair to look at Mautrice in completely disbelief. Don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t a simple dark pink but

A FUCKING BRIGHT MAGENTA PINK!

 

“What you think?” Mautrice asked, a smirk on his face as I slowly turned back to the mirror with my mouth still wide open, still not believing my hair was pink,

MAGENTA PINK

!

“I know you didn’t, Mautrice.” I huffed, whining as I covered my face with my hands and shook my curls unhappily. “Pink… are you serious? PINK!” 

“It’s adorable!” Mautrice squealed, shocked at my distaste of the color.

“I HATE PINK!” I confessed, growling angrily as I shook my head again. “No, I don’t like it.”

“Well, you better start liking it.” He chuckled, turning the water in his sink on. “I think it’s cute, pink is such a cute, bold color. It’s you.”

“No. It’s not.” I grunted, pouting as I moved to the sink so he can wash it thoroughly.

“Yes. It is.” Mautrice mocked, rinsing my hair slowly with a tiny smile on his face. “Why do you hate pink?”

“It’s for girls.” I said without a thought, closing my eyes while counting slowly to ten to stay calm.

“You’re Freddie’s girl.” I ignored Mautrice’s snarky comment while taking a calming deep breath. “And guess what…”

“What, Mautrice?” I asked, tired of his bullshit already.

“Freddie told me to dye it pink… not pink but…. PINK!” He laughed as my mouth fell open in shock.

“And everything she wears is that ugly ass pink.” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest in disgust. 

“What’s wrong with pink?” Freddie asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as I sat near the wet floor sign in the janitor closet. “I like it.”

“I don’t, and it’s for girls, Freddie.” I said, shaking my head as I leaned against his side before glancing up at him for a reaction.

“No color is simply for a gender. I like pink… not pink but PINK.” He chuckled, making me only grunt in more disgust as I pulled away with a frown on my face.

“Pink is for girls.” I spoke again, completely ignoring his statement as it was now his turn to shake his head at me. 

“Girls look good in pink, but pink is for anyone.” Freddie said, pulling me taut against him again. “You would look good in pink panties.” 

“You’re disgusting.” I joked while playfully rolling my eyes.

I was snapped out my thoughts, or memory train, when Mautrice started giggling uncontrollably while stepping back. He immediately covered my head and view with a fluffy towel from commissary as I closed my eyes and lightly prayed to the lord above that this was a joke, but I felt like it wasn’t. I was going to gut Freddie nice and slow, make sure he feel me rearranging his organs by the time he dies. 

“You ready?” Mautrice asked, I could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Not rea…” I fell silent as Mautrice yanked the towel off my head and I was able to see the locks of magenta pink hair flow down my shoulders and toward the middle of my back in tangles. 

He started to lightly comb through the tangles while grabbing his flatiron to slowly smooth out the curls as he combed my luscious locks I didn’t really ever realize I had, considering I’d always throw my hair into a ponytail every morning. I blinked in shock while reaching up but Mautrice’s reactions were quick as he smacked my comb on my hand to keep me from messing with it.

“Nope, you didn’t like it, remember?” He joked.

“I change my mind… it’s not… so bad.” I said, still not believing my own words as I looked in awe at my hair.

“Freddie know you so well.” Mautrice laughed lightly. “He said you’d be mad at first but you’ll like it.”

Freddie knows me pretty well after all.

Chapter Thirteen

Beware: Long Chapter!

I looked over at Mautrice as his set his People’s magazine aside and walked closer to analyze my hair after we allowed the curlers to sit for a while, I watched as he tested one and the thick pink lock of hair fell before twisting into a curl. He then started to work on removing the other curls while combing through a few of them, he was amazed at his own work as he constantly blabbered about leaving the prison and opening a salon. I was amazed at his work as well, he was very skilled and the fact he could sneak a flatiron, a large mirror, and even a candle into prison amazed me. 

The dim atmosphere to his cell was from him and Lloyd hanging a thick curtain in front of the barred window to block out the majority of the sun, a Bath and Body’s candle burned near the sink to fill the cell with a soft flowery scent that was very relaxing. On the mounted table was all of Mautrice’s products, including fifteen magazines and even a wordsearch book if someone wanted something more time consuming. I felt oddly at peace in Mautrice and Lloyd’s cell, there were various pictures and art drawings up from family members of theirs and it felt like an apartment room rather than a prison cell. 

“How did you guys make your cell like this?” I asked curiously.

“Like what?” Mautrice asked, honestly confused.

“It feels… homely.” I said, hoping he understood what I was asking now.

“Ha, everyone says that when they get in here. I don’t feel it.” Mautrice shrugged. “It was mostly like this when I arrived, Lloyd already had the curtain up and the drawings. He was territorial as fuck, didn’t even want me to move anything, he barely wanted me in the damn cell with him.” Maturice laughed lightly as he reminisced. “Lloyd was so closed off, didn’t wanna get to know me, didn’t want to be close to me either. We took it slow, I started to slowly add pictures as my sister sent them. He was against it but wasn’t shit he can do, he knew I wasn’t gonna put up with his shit.” 

“How ya’ll first… ya know?” I asked, honestly curious. 

I knew I was getting all in their personal business, Mautrice probably was shocked I had even asked from the expression on his face but I could tell that he also didn’t seem offended from the smirk on his fae. “He asked.”

“He asked?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yeah,” Mautrice said with a simple shrug, “All he said was Can I fuck you? and I said yeah. First time was laidback and after the first round, I was ready to put in more work but he was laid out like a baby.” Mautrice laid his head on his hands with his eyes closed, pretending to be sleeping.

“Oh, you put him to sleep.” I laughed, and Mautrice immediately joined in my laughter as we both were laughing loudly. 

“How was ya’ll first time?” Mautrice asked, and I didn’t hesitate to tell him.

“Well, our first time was when we were in high sch-”

“You guys knew each other in high school? Shut up!” Mautrice asked, in shock, pausing to stick a new piece of bubblegum in his mouth before going back to flatironing strands of my hair. “That’s crazy!”

“Yeah, he was an asshole in high sch-”

“Nothing’s changed is what you’re telling me.” Mautrice said, cocking his head with a raised eyebrow as he peeked around my head to look at me. 

“Basically.” I laughed and Mautrice smiled as he moved back and turned the chair so I was facing him, as my bangs were the next step to this hairstyle.

“Chinese or sweep?” Mautrice asked out the blue, taking me by surprise. 

“Huh?” I asked confused by what he asking for a second. “Oh, Chinese.” 

He immediately went to work and started combing some hair into my view as I searched my thoughts to strike up another conversation, Mautrice wasn’t a stranger to sex and that I coul tell so I was wondering if maybe he knew some things I didn’t.

“You sucked the guard, didn’t you?” Mautrice said next, making my mouth fell open in curiosity to how he knew.

“How’d y-”

“Freddie’s been getting a lot of favors recently, he basically has the easier way out than Tony.” Mautrice reasoned. “It’s how he got the dye for your hair.”

“What else did he get?” I asked, praying he didn’t make me reward a guard for some stupid hair dye that was useless.

“That’s a question you’ll have to ask him, I won’t get all in you guys business.” Mautrice said, making me nod slowly as I decided that that’s what I’ll do, I’ll ask Freddie. “Don’t worry, Freddie cares about you more than you think so I know it’s not just hair dye he got out the deal. It’s something big he got from the guard.”

“I hope so.” I said. “How did Warden Harper owe him a favor?”

“Freddie got a lot of secrets, huh?” Mautrice responded, making every bone in my body go still.

“Huh?” I asked, not sure what exactly Mautrice was hinting towards me. 

I wasn’t sure what Freddie was moving silent around me for, he had my vote in everything he would do but he was acting as if he couldn’t tell me anything, as if he didn’t trust me and while I was sure I didn’t want to know everything he was doing, it was also my right. 

“Done.” Mautrice said curtly, a smile falling on his face as he stepped back to admire his work.

I looked in the mirror and stared at the curly magenta pink cascading rushing down my shoulder like a river, the curled and twisted at the ends so perfectly and I found myself loving the Chinese bangs that only made the hairstyle pop even more. I loved it. Freddie knew I’d love it. 

“Thanks.” I said, rising to my feet slowly as Mautrice only shooed my gratitude away with a smile.

“I love your hair, I’d do it anytime you need me to.” Mautrice said, then he took me by surprise as he pulled me into a very big hug.

I hugged back, scared to actually release and it seemed like he sensed it as he only held me longer while I fought back the sob resting in my throat. I didn’t want to go put my life on the line but it was something I was willing to do if it meant Freddie would be happy, I wanted to please him more than anyone else. 

The thought of Freddie riding around in a death car with someone else instead of me was the reason I couldn’t let up, I wasn’t okay with Freddie in a car with someone else, they didn’t deserve that spot of freedom. I was the one laying on my back for him, I was the one rewarding people whenever he told me to but those stories were for another time. Right now, our first race started in two hours and Freddie was probably already in the garage, talking to his pit crew about the race that would soon be taking place.

“You’re gonna be okay, Freddie knows what he’s doing.” Mautrice assured me, pulling back and grabbing my shoulders so I was forced to hold eye contact with him.

“What if he gets hurt?” I whispered, my sob slipping through my lips seconds later. 

Mautrice’s eyes widened as he looked at me before his eyes watered up as well, he lightly shook his head with a empty chuckle, as if I had caught him by surprise that I wasn’t worried about myself, but that I was worried about Freddie. His smile widened as he nodded while his eyes only teared up more.

“I knew you were the one for Freddie, when I heard about you lipping at him on your first day. You’re not scared of shit.” Mautrice said in the most encouraging way that he could muster. “That bastard could get his head nearly sliced off and still talk shit, you two are meant for each other. Now come on, I’m sure he’s ready to see your hair.”

“Alright.” I said, taking a heavy breath that was very needed while trying to relax myself.

“Here, change into this.” I looked over at Mautrice as he handed me a pair of street clothes.

I smiled lightly but it immediately fell as I looked up at Mautrice with an unimpressed expression while holding up the booty shorts he had passed me while he immediately threw his hands up in a surrendering motion. 

“Freddie?” I asked, already knowing the answer as Mautrice gave me a carefully slow nod.

“He said he had good taste.” I sighed as I stepped out of my jumpsuit and slipped on the booty shorts first while Mautrice worked on putting his salon station away.

The shorts weren’t too short, which I was thankful for, they stopped about midthigh and was gripping in all the best places of my backside as I looked down at them with uncertainty, they felt so tight on the thighs. The white t-shirt was more of my style with a off-shoulder layer approach to it, it had lacey bell long-sleeves that weren’t obnoxiously giant that they would get in the way, but big enough to make a statement. I lastly slipped on a pair of white traditional vans that were lowcut at the ankle, I haven’t wore regular tennis shoes in so long and it was like a slap in the face. 

It had only been about two weeks since I’ve entered this prison, and I was ready to be out of here, I had gotten lucky in a sense that Freddie had chose me to be the one he was with. It was basically like a walk in and walk out route for me, if I was allowed to leave, which there was a slim chance that I wasn’t. I decided to push the aching thoughts aside and finished readying myself as I turned to look at Mautrice, who smirked with a eager nod. 

“Freddie’s gonna get hard soon as he see you.” I laughed at Mautrice’s comment before picturing it, yeah… I hope he does. “Let’s go before we be the last ones everyone is waiting on.”

I followed Mautrice down from his cell and toward the doors that led to the outdoors, in two weeks I was so wrapped up around Freddie that I didn’t take the time to explore and once Freddie had first beat me up, he made me start hoe-washing in the cell. He didn’t want anyone near me and he sure as hell didn’t want me getting caught in a feud so he was able to watch me at all cost as long as I was with him and always at his side. The good outcome of that was that if I was needed, I was literally just a hand-tap away from him so whenever he was horny or needed me to reward someone, I was immediately able to come to the rescue. 

We stepped outside and my eyes stung from the brightness of the sun as I quickly shielded them from it’s rays, it was humid as hell and I was barely outside a few seconds before I was overheating slowly. I fanned my face as I looked around the prison ground to notice it had an eerie atmosphere to it, it wasn’t overly packed as usual but there were still a few people lingering around. I took a heavy, much needed breath as my stomach sat in a knot about this race, as we neared the garage I could smell the hot metal and different engines roaring to life as they started to move to their destinations. 

“They’re probably out there already.” Mautrice said, walking straight toward the back of the garage.

A wolf call rung through the air and we both turned our head to look at the person as they rounded their car cubicle and came to a stop near their reconstructed baby blue 2008 Dodge Dakota that was a having a few last touches added. I looked at the stocky guy as he licked his lips hungrily while looking at both Mautrice and I in wonder, his head cocked slightly as his sparkling green eyes sized us up and down slowly. His hair was a dark black as it sat in a sweeping motion on his head, his lips were a soft pink and had a decent plumpness to them, and the smirk on his face was promising death.

 I turned my attention away from him as I noticed the thick black V on his face to signify that he was with the Vipers, I believe, because I saw no other reason for a large V to be on his face. I took a deep breath and attempted to ignore him as he chuckled before making a dog calling noise and it was like an insult in a sense to us, he was calling us like a couple of bitches. To make matters worse, I heard another catcall and some jeering from inside a different car cubicle as we passed the Viper’s territory of the garage. 

I looked in the direction of the bickering and teasing to see it wasn’t for us, but for a different pretty boy that was putting on a show for the entire pit crew of the Streets. The boy, I think his name was Quincy but everyone called him Cherry, was sitting on his knees in front of the group surrounding him and I could just imagine that they all were having a little fun before the race. It was shocked obscene things like this weren’t broken apart by guards but as I had been told by Mautrice, today was a day of freedom for anyone competing to their death. Mautrice and I reached the back of the garage, the car doors that were once chained together were now lifted and allowing entry to anyone who walked through them. 

We stepped out of the garage through the large doors and I looked around as I realized we were at the starting line of the race, my mouth dropped open as I took in the scene before me. Most of the inmates and guards had already found their seats in the stands that surrounded the entire track but not only where it regular inmates of North Acres County , but other inmates and guards from other prisons. 

I placed my hand above my eyes so I could get a better view without the sun blinding me as I continued to glance around at all the people. I knew that only way to this prison was the a long bridge that connected the island to the other land so all the people had to come that way to see the race. It also showed me that Death Racing was pretty popular, even if it started off as a fictional thing brought to real life. 

“There.” Mautrice said, pointing in that direction before leading the way so I knew where he was headed.

I followed behind him, continuing to look around in awe at the concrete blocks that were positioned perfectly to mark off the racetrack, the blocks where thick enough to stop a car from ramming through the audience of onlookers on one side and also the prison garage on the opposite side. I noticed Freddie, Eddie, Turner, Mickey, and Lloyd all standing in a circle near our ride as they huddled and talked low, it was already hard to hear from the loud chatter of the stands. Freddie glanced up first and did a doubletake at the sight of my pink hair while I tried to build anger inside of me at the smile growing on his face, but I couldn’t because I knew he liked my hair color. I slowly shook my head at him as everyone else in the football huddle started to look at us as well.

“Pink…” I said to Freddie as he innocently shrugged. “Is for girls.”

“You’re my girl.” Freddie said, smirking lightly as he opened his arms wide and pulled me tight to him.

“Ew, enough with all that.” Turner said in playful disgust, dousing our mood as everyone else in the huddle laughed. “Just get in the car already. Repulsive.”

“You’re such a hater.” Mautrice said, swatting Turner as he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Ah, it’s kinda cute.” Eddie shrugged, his gray showing more and more everyday in his beard.

I rolled my eyes as I walked around to my side of the car and glanced around as we were mostly to the left of the track space, closer to the audience but Freddie had decided he wanted a back row space, which wasn’t a bad idea starting out. There were a total of nine cars starting out with the regular six gangs that were all competing to get their freedom back but also three other cars of people that were putting their life on the line. 

In the front row, West Mafia had taken up the first place with Hart and a female standing beside his car. Hart was probably six solid with a stocky upper build, his hair was dyed green and what made him very noticeable were the face piercings that he was allowed to wear during the race. He was towering the tinier female beside him, her hair was bright red with a headband holding her bangs out of her face while her cold green eyes pierced her surroundings as she calculated things around her. Hart looked more ready to get in her panties if anything as he made sure to lick his lips whenever she would glance at him or to adjust himself in a mocking way when he knew she was sneaking peeks at him. 

Next to West Mafia were the Banners, a very chocolate gigantic man was sheepishly waiting for his partner to come to his side, Mocha could tower anyone at the height of six-five with the build of a tank. His head was bald and shined well as he stood with a hook piercing like a cow, his lips were pursed in thought as he patiently waited for the person I knew he was seeing, Cherry while Cherry must of been stricking up a deal for him with the Streets. Mocha was always pretty laidback but there was only one time I saw him get out of character, which was with a Viper that had gotten to close to one of his lover-boys. Usually, Mocha is reserved so it was odd to watch him argue with the Viper leader. 

Machete was next to the Banners, he wasn’t affiliated with a gang but was actually participating so that he could have his simple life back, as he claim he didn’t mean to purposely run over his adulterine daughter with farm equipment. He always say he was innocent of the claim and loved his child dearly, at least that’s what he told Mickey when Mickey confronted him about the murder. Machete was shorter than most of the other races, his eyes were a crystal green that glimmered in the light as he put his arm on top of the hood of his decked out green 2013 BMW M2. He was also waiting on a partner to come to him and because he didn’t have any lovers in the system with him, one was going to be assigned for him from either the same prison or a participating prison. 

Behind West Mafia was the Streets, as they weren’t there but their car was sitting there patiently for them, I guess they were still having their show with Cherry and time had slipping away from them at the moment. The streets had chosen a 2004 Jeep Patriot to make their deadly vehicle and I was quiet impress with the turnout of it, they had put push bars on their car like us, all windows were enforced and there were two MG42s sitting in each back window. The car had steel plate along the bumper and that made me curious but I knew if I got close to their car, someone would notice and probably tell them. I didn’t want to put any bigger of a target on our car so I stayed near our ride. 

Lackey’s leader had taken up the spot beside the Streets deserted car, he was busy watching as a female inmate had slowly made their way to a car they would be riding in, his lips darted across his bottom lip hungrily. The man was no taller than Machete, his eyes were dark brown and nearly looked black from all the evil going on in his head, they had said he was convicted for decapitating a friend of his to prove a point to the previous gang he was in. He was more soft spoken than most leader with rich caramel skin and a manbun pulled to the back of his head, his ego was also out of the rough. Dark lettering covered most of his upper body, tattoos litered his entire chest and back and he alway added a new one every week. 

Reggie, or Renegade, was next and I had looked at him at the wrong time because I caught him scratching his balls before taking his hand out and sniffing it, the woman he was riding with made a sound of disgust as he simply shrugged with a smirk. He then licked his fingers while they were in a V-shape to indicate what he could do for her, a smirk came over the girl’s face as she mimicked him before laughing. She was indicating to him that she liked the same sex, much to Reggie’s disappointment, but I also knew Reggie liked the same sex, perhaps he liked both sexes.

We took up position behind the Streets empty car, starting the third row as Freddie did a sweep of the car quickly before turning back to Eddie and saying something low as I looked at Mautrice to him rubbing Lloyd’s chest slowly. Mickey was on the ground on his knees with his face dangerously close to the bladed tires of the car as he inspected them carefully by touching them, sharpening a few spaces as he went. 

To the right of us were the Vipers, as they were standing nearby with their car finally in place, I looked at it from the closest I could get without them noticing me near them, the leader had struck up a conversation with another member of his gang. He was the one that had started the catcalling while Mautrice and I were walking through the garage, his demeanor demanded death as he crossed his arms over his chest and nodded to the other gang member. I looked at the tiny person beside him and almost mistaked the guy as a girl as he had his back to everyone, he looked unhappy to be pared with the Viper leader and I didn’t blame him. 

Lastly was Moolah beside the Vipers and taking up the last slot in the track behind the Renegades, Moolah was built like the Viper leader but the oddest thing about him was that he had did the unthinkable. His eyes were darker than Machete’s but the green ink he had injected into his sclera had only made them pop, and it was so creepy to make eye contact with him sometimes. Moolah was always walking around with his head up and mouthed to anyone, he even mouthed to Warden Harper in front of everyone before, causing her to the Vipers to jump on him but he didn’t give a damn. Moolah was the silent trouble, he was very careful how he moved, that I noticed whenever we were at lunch.

“You ready, Barbie?” Freddie asked, gaining my attention.

I nodded slowly, not really sure of myself. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” I told him, smiling lightly as I looked at the other’s coming to their cars.

It was almost time.

Chapter Fourteen

Freddie eagerly swatted my butt as I rounded the car to get to the passenger side once more, I was just following what all the other people were doing as the drivers went to the driver side and the passengers went to their rightful side. I stood there with my hand on my hip as I patiently waited for what would be done next, I looked up as I noticed something I hadn’t before, a broadcasting camera . I looked onward in disbelief while also wondering who this race would be broadcasted to, it was probably going to be broadcasted to the darker parts of the web that only slim people had access to. 

I turned to look at Freddie as he glanced in my direction to catch me staring at him and blew me a cheeky kiss, making me blush as I roll my eyes at him. I then took my chance and blew him a kiss as well, watching as his smile only got bigger and he licked his bottom lip hungrily while looking me up and down. He was dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans and a black tank-top that showed all his hard muscles as he stood patiently waiting for the next order of business. A soft bell went off to draw everyone’s attention a balcony on the stands that housed many guards, as well as the Warden while she stood near a podium patiently.

I had never saw Warden Harper before, only heard of her on occasion, but looking at her standing before me at the podium to make her announcement was surreal. Her cold deep blue eyes nearly gave me a chill as she scanned the crowd of onlookers as we patiently waited for her speech to take place. Her blonde hair was swept into a tight ponytail that made her forehead look bigger, her lips were painted denim blue with her women’s suit being the exactly color copy of her lipstick. She appeared to be uncomfortable but her cold gaze barely gave her away as most people attempted to avoid her stoic expression by looking away from her time and time again.

“Welcome to race #135.” She said, pausing as clapping filled the air. “Ten people are presented today to give us entertainment, as well as blood and gore to relinquish in!” She paused once more as a smirk came over her face at the applause that rung through the air. “The people are on the board…”

We all turned to look at a screen that came to life suddenly, I hadn’t even realized it was there until it turned on and every name was listed, I knew most of the people’s names from hearing them between the VL Gang meetings and conversations. However, the Viper’s leader name was Soraj, as that was the only person I never heard spoken about. I looked at the list of names to notice Freddie was labeled as number seven in line, with Hart from West Mafia as number one and Moolah being labeled as number nine, last place. I knew the numbers would flatulate once the race started, as people started to narrow down from the three laps that would be taken today. If was luck if you could kill everyone during your laps but it was also impossible, the track was large enough to be too far ahead or too far behind someone, it’s why the race took almost three days. 

“The rules are simple but… there are no rules until later into the race, as usual. Let the race begin!” She said, causing clapping to fill the air as we clapped as well.

I looked over as my stomach dropped and I grabbed the handle, I felt bile rising in my throat but I pushed it down as I opened the car door and slipped inside the car for the first time. As I said before, the back of the car was completely gutted out and a carpeted board was put in place of the backseats. The dashboard was mostly the same, the only main difference was the radio was removed and replaced with multiple switches that were thankfully colored and labeled so we knew what they do. I took a heavy breath while glancing in the back to see the rifles still in place, as well as the sliding window shut so no one could peek inside if they were to get close, which was good. I flinched as Freddie’s hand touched mine and I quickly looked over at him as he gave me a concerned expression, I grabbed his hand and pulled it to my lips to kiss his knuckles as he quickly repeated the action to my hand.

“You look good as hell.” Freddie whispered as he fished the key out of his pocket to put in the ignition.

“Thanks.” I replied, smiling lightly as I cracked my neck to help with the tension building there. 

The darkness of the car was welcoming, the sun was extremely bright but the tint helped very much to keep the rays from burning us or causing us to not see if the sun was to shine right on us. That was a good thing because if we happened to be racing and Freddie can’t see, he could run into something. I looked over at Freddie again as he patiently waited for the signal that told us to start the engines, I took a heavy breath through my nose to calm my nerves as I looked to see that there was a walkie-talkie by my foot. I quickly reached down and grabbed it before passing it in Freddie’s direction, who gratefully took it with a tiny smile on his face.

“Pit, copy?” He asked, we both paused as we waited to listen.

“Pit, copy.” Came seconds later as a smile came over our face and Freddie chuckled.

“Yo, Mickey, you wash your ass before you came, man?” Freddie asked, making me laugh as I shook my head at his humor.

“Nope.” 

“No wonder it smells like pig shit over here.” I heard Mautrice said right before the walkie-talkie cut off, making me laugh even harder. 

I sunk deeper into the leather seat behind me as Freddie also shifted around to get more comfortable in the driver’s seat, he wore a large grin but even his eyes gave away that he was growing nervous. I reached over and grabbed his hand as he licked his lips nervously before glancing over at me, he knew that he was putting himself and me into harm’s way but I didn’t want him second guessing himself. 

Him second guessing himself would only cause him to do a bad performance and that was the last thing we needed, I had faith in Freddie considering he already won three races and what was two more? Our freedom… or our death, that’s what two more races were. We were finally given the signal and Freddie started the engine and I could distinctly hear other engines roaring to life as well, I took another calming breath as Freddie sat the walkie-talkie aside before glancing over at me nervously. 

“We’re gonna be okay.” I reminded Freddie, rubbing his hand tenderly as he nodded slowly while silently bobbing his head. “Let’s kill some motherfuckers, baby.”

“That’s my baby.” Freddie smirked just as a loud shot rung through the air and he slammed on the gas hard. 

I was yanked back into the leather seat as adrenaline immediately rushed through me, I grabbed onto the door handle just as he flew between Greg from the Streets gang and Will from the Lackey gang, taking up fourth place in the race seconds later. I watched as Freddie floored it while looking at the side mirror to watch as Greg and Will collided into each other very hard, scratching car paint and metal hard enough to cause a few sparks to fly. I laughed at their dilemma because they had attempted to catch Freddie and I right in between them and probably slaughter us but Freddie had noticed that before I did. 

That had also told us that Lackey and Streets were working together, and it was confirmed when they didn’t shot at each other now that they were in the same range. I could hear gunshots from other cars however, someone sound like they had an automatic rifle as they blasted it repeatedly. I ducked as I heard bullet ricochet off one of the bars on my passenger window as Freddie eyes focused on the road, I rose my head back up and looked around the car as Freddie drove the track. I noticed that as we progressed forward, the track suddenly threw thin with a squeezable stretch of available road. 

My heart sunk, if Freddie didn’t squeeze through this area carefully, we would hit the thick concrete blocks that were in the path of the outer lanes. I closed my eyes as Freddie continued to floor the car at top speed, he better make it through this hole or I was going to skin him alive! I felt sick to the stomach as I noticed that Will from Lackeys was closing in on us, we were only a few miles away from the suddenly racetrack size change and it seemed like he wanted to throw us off course last minute so we wreck out. 

“Fuck, get off my ass, bitch.” Freddie growled angrily, making me grow wearily.

We were growing closer to the first obstacle, the thick concrete blocks only left a big enough space for one car to pass through at a time, meaning that either Freddie could accelerate and run the chance of Will accelerating to beat us. Or Freddie could slow down and run the risk of losing his fourth spot, it was up to him and that’s what terrified me, who’s to say Freddie would make good judgement. This wasn’t a sort of thing that you could change last minute, there wouldn’t be enough time between us and the concrete blocks to break in time, we’d definitely wipeout. We were probably five miles from the obstacle and Freddie didn’t seem to be slowing down as we neared it closer and closer mile by mile, I looked through the bars to see were both our car and Will’s car was leveled with one another. 

“Hold tight, baby.” Freddie warned me and I didn’t hesitate to grab onto the passenger door and the dashboard instantly. 

I watched as Freddie eyes narrowed and he put a slight space between the two cars before rammed into the side of Will’s hard, I grunted at the jarring of my body from the action as Will retaliated by ramming back into the side of our car, he was lucky to miss the blades on the wheels that were made to puncture through tire material. I looked over at Freddie with fear that we were already about to lose our lives, I took a deep breath as I realized that maybe I could help Freddie, that’s what I was here for anyway. I quickly turned in my seat and squirmed into the back as Freddie glanced back at me questionably, probably thinking I’m abandoning him. 

“Barbie? What are you…” He fell silent as a smirk came on his face and he nodded. “Light that motherfucker up, baby!” 

And that’s what the fuck I did, grabbing the handle of the M61 Vulcan with no hesitation, I immediately felt the vibration of the gun rattling my body as a sick thrill rushed through me while the heavy thumping of the gun going on was the only thing I heard. I heard the sound of Will hitting his breaks with a heavy screech as Freddie whooped and we squeezed through the tiny obstacle. 

“Suck our dick, bitch!” I yelled in excitement with a smile on my face, pausing while seeing if the coast was clear.

I climbed back into the passenger seat with a shit-eating grin on my face as I looked over at Freddie without a ounce of guilt for what I had done for him, I had attempted to kill someone and I didn’t feel bad about it at all. There was no way in hell I was going to die without putting up a fight! I looked onward as Freddie was still in fourth place, ahead of us were the first three in line as usual, they had got a better start than us but the rounds of ammunition going off could still be heard in various locations of the track. 

“That was sexy as hell.” Freddie said, making me smile as I looked over at him.

The moment was short lived as I ducked out of habit, the bullets ricocheted as I realized Will was retaliating against us shooting at him, I pushed my pink locks of hair out of my face as I felt my anger surge even more. This bastard hasn’t learned his lesson! I looked over at Freddie as he smirked while completely ignoring Will trying to get back at us, I shook my head while Freddie chuckled like it was humorous to him. I turned my attention back to the road as I spotted us gaining up on Hart from West Mafia, who must had also noticed because whoever rode with him started to fire M240 Machine Gun through his back window at us. 

The bullets thankfully ricocheted off the front window bars as Freddie changed gears and hit the gas harder, making my adrenaline pulse through me once more as I looked over at him with a playful pout on my face. I wasn’t sure if Lackey made it through the hole but I knew I’d soon find out, and he’d probably be pissed that we shot at him. Hart started to fire a few more rounds at us and I ducked down as they ricocheted off with some ear piercing scrapping resounding through the car. 

“Wanna flame ’em?” Freddie asked, a naughty smirk on his face.

I wasn’t guilty about what I did to Will, but it was as if a killer instinct vanished and I questioned if we should do it. I didn’t really understand what he meant but I was also not wanting to hurt someone if it wasn’t necessary, the person’s targeting was terrible anyway.

Chapter Fifteen

Past the first obstacle, the track had stretched back out and we now had more room to move freely back and forth but Hart wasn’t too fond of us being so close and was constantly ricocheting bullets off the bars, and the sound was giving me a headache. Freddie hit the gas harder, jarring us backwards into the seats and we soon because nose to nose with Hart like we had Will. Freddie glanced over in my direction to look at Hart through my tinted and barred window, and I could make out Hart’s figure as he attempted to drive faster than us. I watched as Hart’s partner, the female with the red hair flipped us the bird and that pissed me off that she did that to us, she didn’t even know us. 

“You know what, Big Daddy …” I said, catching Freddie’s attention. “Flame ’em.”

A big grin came over Freddie’s face, probably because he also enjoyed me calling him by his sexy name, and he hit the gas even harder if possible and we flew past their car while Freddie manuevered so he was right in front of them. Will and Hart nearly collided as Will had tired to gain speed on us but failed, Hart started to then shoot at Will’s car with the M240 Machine Gun. I looked over at Freddie just as he worked on angling himself with Hart’s car while we were still speeding towards the first corner of the track. 

“Hit that red switch, baby.” Freddie smirked and his wish was my command.

I hit the switch he told me to and watched as flames roared behind us, blasting at Hart’s front bumper and it was hot enough to start melting at it as the flames licked along it. I smirked as Freddie nodded the success while Will must of got tired of getting shot at because suddenly he fired a missle from the single RPG-7 mounted atop of his car roof straight at Hart’s back bumper. I watched in shock as the car flew up in the sky, my mouth fell open as Hart’s car flipped forward and there was nothing they could do about it. It landed upside down with a loud crash, causing the people watching to go crazy as we had our first wipeout and only moments later the West Mafia’s vehicle caught aflame. 

“Did you see that shit, Freddie?” I asked in shock, what if he hit us with a missle?

“The dumb fuck don’t have a way to refill it.” Freddie calmed me. “Not until the second race, or until he makes a pitstop.”

“Okay.” I tried to calm myself. 

It made sense to why Will hadn’t used the missle so soon, it was his only one and if he needed it for something else, he was going to be out of luck and forced to use other weapons to help him. I looked forward as we moved to third place. I curiously peeked through the back window to see Moolah had gained on us with Soraj not too far behind, and part of me believed he was going to try and taunt Freddie once he got here. He seemed to like taunting people whenever it benefited him, I looked over at Freddie as he turned his flame switch off and the licking fires retreated back inside as we skidded the first corner of the track.

“Freddie, copy?” The walkie-talkie cracked awake, I quickly reached and grabbed it.

“Freddie, copy.” I repeated back to Mickey.

“No, you’re supposed to say Barbie, copy.” Mickey said.

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, Barbie, copy.” I huffed. “What, Mickey?” I said impatiently.

I moved the walkie-talkie cloesr to my ear and listened closely as gunshots run through the air all around us. I seriously didn’t have time for Mickey’s peewee brain because we were in a life or death situation, and I seriously couldn’t wait to live and tell this story. 

“Machete’s was in first place but he just got wiped out by Banners via shotgun point five seconds ago.” Mickey informed me, his voice cracking momentarily. “They’re in first place now, two people down.”

“Machete’s eliminated, Banners in first place.” I summed up to Freddie, he slowly nodded in understanding. “Six more people to go. That it?”

“No,” Mickey said, “Harper just changed the rules.”

“What!?” I said in disbelief. “What she change?”

There was a moment of silence as the walkie-talkie was moved over. “She wants one track a day, she got some shit up her sleeve… I don’t know what but we know it.” Eddie informed me and Freddie as I moved the walkie-talkie closer to him so he could hear as well.

“That bitch.” Freddie growled. “If we’re running a track a day, that’s three days automatically. What if there’s a fucking tie, did she not think about that shit?”

I grabbed his hand as they starte to shake angrily, hoping to calm him as I noticed Will growing closer to us, I glanced behind us just as I noticed that he had switched toward Freddie’s side instead of going on my side, probably hoping to avoid the Vulcan. Freddie noticed him seconds later than me, tightening his grip on the steering wheel as I moved the walkie-talkie closer to my mouth.

“We’ll be back, we got Lackeys cutting close again.” I informed Eddie.

“Smoke em, kiddo. Pit, out.”

“You got it.” I smiled lightly at his comment. “Barbie, out.”

Freddie glanced over at me before reaching over and grabbing my hand, he pulled my hand to his mouth and lightly kissed along my knuckles as we shot toward the second turn of the racetrack, growing closer to Greg from Streets gang. Freddie appeared to be more focused on driving as he suddenly jarred the car toward the left in time to miss Soraj from the Vipers plowing into the back of us. 

I grabbed my chest as my heart thumped hard in my chest, bile rose once more as realization that we could of died hit me hard, I blinked a few times to rid tears as I watched Soraj fly past us as well. He must of had turbo boost or something to cause him to gain distance on everyone like that, there was no doubt in my mind that he had a turbo switch. We were now in fourth place once more as Freddie got back toward the center of the track and his lip curled in irritation.

“Motherfucker.” He swore under his breath, not too happy about Soraj zooming past us without us realizing sooner. 

“It’s okay, baby. We’re gonna get him.” I calmed Freddie, squeezing his hand tighter as he hadn’t released mine yet. 

“I know.” Freddie deadpanned, his thoughts starting to get to him and that immediately put my heart into overdrive.

“Calm down, Freddie.” I told him, putting his hand on my bare thigh and he quickly latched tightly to it. 

“I am calm.” He lied through clenched teeth.

“No, you’re not.” I retorted, looking over as I noticed Will had gained on us as well, and that was because Freddie had took his foot off the gas so hard. “Freddie, what are you doing?”

“Playing that bitch’s game.” Was his reply as he focused on the road. 

I didn’t understand what he was hinting at but I could tell he wasn’t going to say anything else so I simply nodded before looking out the driver side back window as the sound of bullets ricocheting off the window bars repeatedly. I ducked my head down as the bullets ceased momentarily, I watched as Freddie cracked his neck before flooring the car once more, taking me by surprise. I turned in the seat to see it was Reggie, who had passed Will, putting Will in last place now. 

“You want some of us, pussy?” Freddie asked Reggie, even though Reggie couldn’t hear him. “You’re gonna get it, bitch.” He said through angry clenched teeth as he continued to floor the gas. 

“I can shoot back.” I told Freddie, a little unsure of leaving him on edge right now.

“Then go do it.” Freddie said in a snappy tone, taking me by surprise. 

“O-Okay.” I said, blinking a few times to knock away my shock as I felt uneasy about this. 

I wiggled into the back once more and crawled along the carpet board while grabbing one of the M4A1s laying there with a magazine already in place and the safety already off, I checked it just incase before I grabbed the sliding door access point and slid it open slowly. A loud bang filled the air as the M134 started to fire once more at us, everything slowed down for a second as burning filled my shoulder and I quickly slammed the sliding door shut with a heavy squeal escaping me. The rest of the bullets started to ricochet off the window again as I leaned against the side of the car while Freddie suddenly became alert that something wasn’t right.

“Barbie?” Freddie asked as I clenched my teeth to help with the pain.

A sob escaped my throat as pain bursted through my right shoulder, I whined as I slumped a little low while the bullets paused before again starting up as I took a few breaths to calm myself, I knew this shit was a bad idea.

“Barbie, fucking talk to me!” Freddie yelled angrily, I could feel the car continuing to speed forward as he skidded the curve. 

“I-I’m okay…” I breathed out, licking my dry lips. “I got hit.”

“W-W-Where, baby?” He asked, panic in his voice as he attempted to peek back at me.

“I’m okay, Freddie!” I said angrily, oh, so now he gives a damn! “Just watch the road.”

“I’m watching the road, baby, you gonna be okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice as he tightened his shaking hands on the steering wheel. “Tell me you’re okay. Where did you get hit, babe?”

“My shoulder,” I grunted out in pain, “I’m okay. J-Just… give me… a minute.” I breathed, leaning my forehead against the side of the car for a second before I realized that wasn’t a good idea.

“Okay… okay… get up here.” Freddie said. “I see the finishline, Barbie.” 

His concern for me was welcoming but after he had gotten snappy with me, I wasn’t in the mood for his mood swings, I slowly pulled myself to the front and cried in pain as I hit my shoulder on the seat trying to sit down. I clutched the wound tightly as my hand was caked with my blood, I looked at my hand and shook my head in disbelief that I had did that. I should of waited, I knew that they were firing on us and I still opened the sliding window, I was lucky I didn’t get killed.

“Freddie, copy?” I heard the walkie-talkie.

“Freddie, copy.” Freddie replied in a rushed town. “Barbie got hit!”

“What?” I heard Eddie and Mickey say in unison. “Where?” Eddie pressured to know.

“Right shoulder.” I reached up to wipe the warm tear falling from my right eyeball.

I reached over unconciously and felt at the guaze that was covering my empty socket incase there was debris to go flying, it was precaution that Dr. Harper had told me to take and I had decided to listen. I was sure that the blast of the wind from Freddie’s speeding would definitely dry my socket out so I was careful to double the guaze up. I huffed as I realized I was going to have to go see Dr. Harper if I got luck on my side. I bit my lip while looking over at Freddie, who glanced over at me fearfully while still conversating with Eddie. 

I watched as we got closer to the finishline before crossing over it in fourth place. Freddie quickly moved the car toward our pit and put the car in park as I leaned my head back against the leather headrest in frustration. He quickly jumped out the car and rushed to my side as Lloyd rushed to open my car door, I looked up at them as the others huddled around my side of the car to see if I was okay, I’m glad they’re making sure I’m safe.

“Hey, guys.” I said slowly, smiling uneasily as they all suddenly relaxed, confusing me.

“You’re not shot, you got grazed.” Freddie huffed while rolling his eyes that I was dramatic.

Oh well, sue me!

Chapter Sixteen

I held on to Freddie as he led me back toward our cubicle, it was oddly loud in the garage but I figured a few people were cheering about their leaders returning… and one of the gangs weren’t at the moment. It was an eerie silence near the West Mafia car cubicle and the car hadn’t been returned, meaning it was completely totaled out. I dropped my head as we passed their cubicle and it was like a slow walk of despair in the area from the pit crew sitting quietly amongst other groups of the West Mafia gang. We reached our own cubicle that was next to Vipers rowdy cubicle as they celebrated him surviving the first lap of the track. I wasn’t sure how Warden Harper changing the laps of the track would affect everyone but it seemed Freddie had gotten really upset about it. Mickey was patiently waiting as he inspected the bars to noticed a few of them were chipped from the bullets raining against them. 

“Sit down right here, Barbie.” I thankfully took the stool Eddie moved closer to me while he went off to grab a medical kit.

I sat as still as I could as Eddie worked on me, because Dr. Harper was momentarily on leave whenever the races start, we had to work with what we had. I was thankful that I was actually grazed instead of shot in the arm, even though it burned and was very painful like a gunshot. I didn’t say much as Eddie worked on patching up my tiny wound, I just simply stared around at the nearby cubicles. Vipers were on one side, Machete’s empty cubicle was across from us, and on the other side were the Renegades, who were also pretty rowdy from the race. I looked over at Freddie as he watched Eddie work on my arm. 

“You did good, Freddie.” I spoke up finally, now noticing no one congratulated him on making it through the first race because they were so worried about me.

“Thanks, you too, baby.” Freddie said, moving closer and pecking my forehead gently as I lightly smiled at him. “You lit the Lackeys ass up.”

“Sure as hell did.” Eddie spoke up suddenly as he stepped back from me with his closed medical kit in hand. “You shocked everyone, think even Warden Harper.”

I pursed my lips, did that mean I now had a target on my back?

“Yes.” I looked up at Turner in confusion as he crossed his arms and leaned against the side of the cubicle. “You two have a target on your back now. Everyone saw how Barbie rained them bullets on their car, they’re gonna want to retaliate, maybe even outside of the track. We know Freddie can handle himself if it comes down to I-”

“Oh, and I can’t?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You don’t get it do you?” Mickey asked suddenly, and I definitely didn’t want to hear what he had to say. “Girl, they’d just bend you over and fuck you until you’re their bit-”

“Mickey.” Eddie warned with a glare.

“No, he’s right.” Freddie spoke up, defending him as he stepped closer to me with a deadly demeanor. “And I’ll skin each of those motherfuckers alive. You can’t face them by yourself if it came down to it Barbie, you’re gonna be around me every single day.”

“I am anyway.” I muttered, lowering my head and averting my eyes.

“Then a couple more days should be nothing to you.” Eddie said, lightly nodding his head at me as if he appreciated me not provoking Freddie into an argument. “On another note, good job Freddie and Barbie, you two survived the first lap.”

I smiled lightly at Eddie before moving my eyes to Freddie as he continued to stare at me, but this time there was a deep look of hunger on his face as he glanced around the slowly quieting cubicles. Most of the other teams had already left, taking their ruckus with them as they departed and we were probably one of the two teams left in the garage. I looked up as Mickey started to walk past us, pausing as he glanced back at everyone else to see what the wait was. It was almost dinner time, and the sun was lowering into the horizon the more we sat here and conversated, it had to be at least seven post meridian already. I could feel Freddie staring at me as I looked away, attempting to hide my blushing as he came toward me, positioning himself in between my legs as I met his eyes once more. He leaned forward, his forehead pushed against mine before he pressed his lips against mine in a teasing manner, even brushing them as we parted from the pecking kiss. 

“Ya’ll ain’t coming?” Mickey asked. “They having spaghetti.” 

“Ya’ll go ahead.” Freddie said, his voice an octave deeper with lust as he lightly pecked my lips again.

I listened as the feet started to exit the cubicle, Mickey was loudly talking about how much he liked the prison edition spaghetti as I couldn’t wait any longer and pushed my lips hungrily against Freddie’s. He immediately returned the power of my kiss as I reached up and rubbed my hands along his chest, feeling the muscles bulging as Freddie grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I quickly clasped to him as he hefted me into his arms and held me up while we ravaged each other’s mouth, I moaned against him as he started to back towards the car, feeling with a free hand as he found the back car door and pulled away from me so he could open it. 

Freddie turned and laid me on the carpet board with my lower back still hanging out the door while he worked on unbuttoning his jeans, I quickly worked on getting my tiny shorts down as he lifted his shirt over his head as well. I followed suit and tossed my shirt beside me into the car as I worked on wiggling myself inside, Freddie immediately climbed in and shut the door behind him as started to kiss his way toward my lips, starting at my bare stomach. He touched my smooth, flabby skin and gently rubbed my stomach while moving closer to my lips and giving me a toe-curling tongue kiss that nearly had me nutting already. I reached up and grabbed onto his thick sausage as he straddled my shoulders so it was right in my face, I immediately slurped him into my mouth and gagged when he thrust into my throat without hesitation. 

I recovered quickly and stretched my throat as he fucked my face, only making me stiffen harder as he reached back and surprised me by wrapping his big, meaty hand around my small cock and started to stroke it. It felt fantastic as I moaned and worked my mouth around him, causing him to grunt with a face expression that told me he was in heaven. I slurped loudly, knowing he enjoyed those noises as I desperately worked to please him, I knew that it would be worth it. My lips hurt and my throat was definitely sore after he moved away from my face, sliding down my entire body before lifting my legs onto his shoulders. 

I flinched as he pushed inside but he immediately paused to allow my hole to adjust to him, I gasped as he bottomed in me seconds later and started to pound his hips forward. I cried out in pleasure as my back lifted off the carpet board and I didn’t care if anyone heard us. I thrusted back against him, grabbing at the boarding but it was useless because there was nothing to grab onto and Freddie didn’t hesitate to pound me harder as my pleads grew louder. This was what I needed, the satisfaction of an orgasm after such a deadly race, and I was finally getting exactly what I wanted most. 

“Fuck me, Daddy!” I cried out, Freddie held my wrist in place above my head to keep me from jerking off. 

It was blissful torture, squirming in pleasure as he hit my spot over and over, slowly bringing me closer and closer to an edge as I squealed and mewled my pleasure to him and anyone else that could probably hear us. I choked at the scream lodged in my throat as I shot nut all over myself, it plastered along my chest as I cried out in pure pleasure, whining at him to keep going as he was also nearing his climax as well. His breath constantly hitched when he’d push himself deep inside me, I tightened my hole around him, hearing him grunt as he quickened his pace if possible. He was like a hungry, untamable beast as he worked himself to an edge, ravaging all of me as I gladly held my legs out of his way and allowed him to take me however he wanted. Freddie hips pushed forward in finale as he spilled his seed inside me, a loud grunt escaping his mouth. 

“Fuck, baby.” Freddie muttered as he stayed with his dick inside my ass, my hands still holding my legs in place. “Definitely had to reward you.”

“I loved my reward, Daddy.” I said genuinely, smiling as he took a heavy breath of air and the tiniest smile came over his face as well.

“Good, I’m glad.” Freddie said, slipping free of my guts as he went soft. 

I felt the trail of nut following and I quickly looked in that direction as Freddie watched it slowly leak out with a hint of fire and lust in his eyes, it turned him on but he seemed too drained to go another round, which I was okay with. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” I giggled, licking my lip innocently at him as he shook his head with a smirk on his face. 

“ You welcome, Barbie .“ Freddie whispered, leaning down and lightly pecking my forehead, making me moan in delight. “ You’re welcome .“

      

     

I scratched behind Butterfinger’s left ear as she panted heavily, her soft white fur was so pure and managed to soothe me immediately as I impatiently waited for Freddie to return. Her soft, tiny tongue flicked out eagerly along my ear, causing me to laugh as I wiped the trail of drool she left while she jumped down and started to tug at Oreo’s docked tail. I watched the two scramble around, Oreo flopped over Butterfinger and the two playfully wrestled like brother and sister as I smiled at them. I then dropped my eyes to my toes with a yawn, fighting the urge to take a nap until Freddie was back in the bunk. 

I looked up as I heard a soft yip that immediately was overpowered by Oreo and Butterfinger as they darted for the cell door. Normally them escaping wasn’t a problem, they were tiny enough to fight through the cell bars but Freddie always stack a blanket so they wouldn’t wiggle out of our cell. I hadn’t put the blanket there because I didn’t want Freddie to trip over it, I rose to my feet and quickly grabbed Oreo as he had nearly escaped my grasp. I lifted Oreo and opened the cell door, I stepped out and spotted Butterfinger’s white fur just as she walked up to someone that was coming up the steps. The person immediately swooped her into his arms and I immediately felt my stomach sink as I watched the guy scratch behind Butterfinger’s ear. 

“Well, aren’t you cute?” I smiled lightly at the stranger as I moved closer to grab my dog. “It’s yours?”

“Yeah…” I trialed nervously, I will be in so much trouble if Freddie catch me outside the cell. 

I looked at the person suspiciously, I hadn’t seen them here before but once. He was probably around Lloyd’s height, his hair a dusty blonde and with piercing blue eyes, he could look into anyone’s soul probably. He had smooth olive skin, his cheeks the perfect definition of chubby-cheeks but he wasn’t a chubby man, he looked like he worked out nearly everyday and everyday of the damn hour, if you asked me. He looked oddly familiar but a lot of people look familiar around here, but I knew something about him was definitely remembering. 

“Freddie here?” The guy asked, passing me Butterfinger and I didn’t hesitate to snatch her back as I looked at the guy.

“Who’s asking?” I asked curtly, eyeing him closely even more that he knew Freddie’s name.

“Mike.” He responded with a raised eyebrow, and even cocked his head so his gang tattoo was more in view for me.

“I’ll let him know you came by when he gets back.” I said, slowly turning away from him before taking a step to the cell again. “Thanks… uh… for getting my dog.”

“No problem.” Mike said, cocking his head slightly as he watched me retreat with squinted eyes.

Chapter Seventeen

“Mike stop by looking for you.” I said, looking up at Freddie as he paused his shaving before turning to look at me.

He glanced at me for a second before he went back to shaving the rest of the hair off his chin then reaching up to unbraid his dreads so they were now falling to his shoulders once more, he normally wear it pulled back in a ponytail but he look so sexy with them hanging. I reached into my mouth and toyed with my tongue ring for a second before realizing my fingers being in my mouth wasn’t such a good idea, they were probably contained with bacteria anyway. 

I cocked my head lightly at Freddie as I waited for him to say something, at least confirmation that he heard what I said to him. Freddie glanced at me for a second time before slowly nodding while going to rinse his face, I rose an eyebrow at his behavior as he sighed while grabbing a towel to dry his face and the tip of his dreads. I pushed a strand of pink hair out of my face while reaching back to check that the cheetah-print banana clip that Mautrice gave me didn’t snap in half like the first one he allowed me to borrow. 

“You look so pretty with that pink, baby.” Freddie said, I wasn’t sure if he was trying to avoid the conversation or actually was awestruck. 

I smiled happily though, glad that he was happy about the way my hair turned out, and it was even starting to grow on me as well. I found myself staring at my reflection since we returned to the cell and Freddie left to handle some of his business before tomorrow’s race. A blush came over my face next, butterflies settled in my stomach and I felt anxious as he sized me up, part of me believe he was looking for a flaw. I slid Butterfinger from my lap and rose to my feet just as Freddie moved clsoer to me and pulled into a tight embrace, his hold was strong and unnerving as if he was scared to release his lock on me. I laid my ear against his chest and listened to the soft rhythm of his heart thumping a quick beat, he seemed upset but I definitely didn’t want to get on that topic right now.

“We’re okay, Freddie.” I reminded him softly, now wrapping my arms around him as well. “We’re gonna be okay.”

“ It’s not us I’m worried about.. .“ He whispered. 

I frowned up in confusion before it dawned on me that Freddie was nervous about leaving everyone else, he was scared of leaving Turner, Lloyd and Mautrice, and even probably Mickey by themselves. I sympathized as I had started to see them as family myself and it caused my heart to ache at the thought of them being the main ones around. Would it come to the time when VL Gang was no longer a known gang in North Acres prison? I bit my lip in thought as I met Freddie’s disdain eyes and immediately wanted to cuddle him close to my chest, so that’s what I did. 

“Let’s cuddle.” I told him with a pleading pout and much to my thankfulness, he obliged. 

I crawled into his bunk first, taking up space near the wall as Freddie crawled in next and rested his head against my stomach, I laid my head on his pillow and his scent was nearly suffocating me to a happy death. I breathed his scent in deeply, savoring the smell of him as he threw his arm over my waist and held onto me tightly, I reached my hand down and started to play with his dreads the way he liked me to. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the peace of the atmosphere as Freddie simply released a sigh and sigh, deep in his thoughts as his thumb lightly brushed back and forth over my lower stomach. 

“Tony got Mike sent to solitary before him and Baby won the last race.” Freddie informed me. 

“Why?” i asked, curious to the back story behind that situation. 

“Warden Harper had Mike doing her bidding, that’s how she kept tabs on the VL Gang-”

“He was snitching?” I asked curiously.

“Yeah, but in the hood way of snitching.”

“Hood way?” I asked curiously, nearly laughing at Freddie’s words. “There’s a hood way to snitch?”

“ Yeah, but you not informing the police, you informing a motherfucker that only wanna get inside and do damage. You gotta think of Warden Harper and her bitch ass squad as a gang itself, they ain’t on that police shit, they’re on that brutality and unfair shit. That’s why Tony wanna make sure she’d deal with. They knew what they did. “ Freddie whispered, his grip tightening on me. 

“ What they do ?“ I asked curiously in a whisper.

“ Harper paid Vipers a hundred dollars to swipe Lloyd, they didn’t kill him so they could make a statemen -“ Freddie continued. 

“ A hundred dollars? “ I asked in a hushed tone, that’s such a small amount of money in an attempt to kill someone.

“ A hundred bucks can go along way, now stop interrupting and listen .“ Freddie whispered, moving closer up my body so I could hear him better. “ Tony found out Mike had lured Lloyd into the trap, they caught him lacking. So Tony retailiated, nobody knows but Mike had a bitch before he got put in solitairy but he definitely ain’t got one no -“

“ Why n. ..“ I fell silent and immediately pressed my lips together with an apologetic look on my face, I pretended to zip my lips as I waited for Freddie to continue.

“ Tony had pimped the fuck out of his bitch, right under Mike’s nose and then he beat Rosemary up and made Rosemary tell the guards Mike did it. “ Freddie said, making my mouth gap in shock. “ Rosemary got Mike put into solitary, technically, but Tony was the mastermind behind that shit. It was a precaution to make sure that nothing would go wrong with the last race. We might have to make the same precaution, Barbie. “

“ He seemed nice.. .“ I trailed, hoping that maybe he was a changed guy.

“ Don’t they always ?“ Freddie retorted, raising an eyebrow, which I nodded to because it was right. 

The bad guy always seem to be nice, it’s the calm before the storm act that every villain does in the story book. They play the victim, make it seem like everyone around them were wrong but in the end, the victim finally show their true colors. I had a feeling Mike was going to put on a show for us. I bit my lip as I looked down at Freddie, who was already staring at me and a tiny smirk came over his face as he stretched and pecked his lips against mine once before hungrily smacked his lips against mine. A growl crawled in his throat as he leaned back to allow me to catch air, a large grin on my face as he licked his lips and wedged himself between my hips knowingly.

“Don’t be around him no more.” Freddie ordered, nipping at my ear, knowing that was the one spot that set me on flaming edge. 

“Jealous?” I teased. 

His eyes flickered as laughter poured from his gut, a deep throaty laugh that made my toes curl immediately. “Oh, never jealous, Barbie. I’m zealous .” 

“Oh really?” I teased onward, rolling over so I was now on my hands and knees. “You sure about that, Big Daddy?” I continued, looking back at him over my shoulder.

“Shit, now I’m not so sure.” Freddie chuckled playfully. “All that ass, I might get jealous if he gets so close.”

I felt Freddie’s hard wood push against me as he grounded himself against my backside, I moaned at the heat his body gave off as it sparked a flame even more inside of me while he leaned forward and nibbled on my ear. My back arched and my ass pushed against him eagerly as his hand fell in front of his hard groin to stroke it more to life, I immediately took over the action as I gripped his hard salami and jerked it happily for him. I licked my lips and quickly flipped around so that my head was at his groin while he still hovered over me, I hastily yanked the front of his jeans down and his fat meat slapped my face swiftly. 

I didn’t pause as I opened my mouth and slurped him inside, immediately going down until I gagged, which Freddie loved the most. I moaned as I wrapped my dainty hand around his thick base and sloppily worked on pleasuring him, drool dropped from my mouth as I worked, not caring that I was actually drooling to have him in my mouth. I was like a whore in heat, slurping and moaning around his girth as he moaned back at me about how good my head was and how he liked when I would take him in my throat before gagging. I listened and paid attention to his movements, his hips started thrusting forward as he got closer to his fast climax. 

I swallowed his nut, every single drop as he busted his seed in my mouth, I moaned around him as I felt him softening before I released him with a sharp pop and a smile came over my face instantly as I backed away from him. I reached down as I plopped on my butt and spread my legs open while still wearing my uniform pants, I didn’t bother to take them off as I started stroking myself for him. We had to return our street clothes but I still enjoyed putting on a show for Freddie as he licked his lips and watched me working my hand through my uniform. I bit my lip hungrily as I arched my hips up and started squirming as I was close to climaxing as well, and it was amazing and such a turn-on as Freddie openly watched me, obviously fascinated. 

“Take your hair down, baby.” Freddie told me, but didn’t even give me the chance as he moved forward and pulled the banana clip out of my hair carefully.

The locks of magenta pink raced to the finish line as they bounced free and it reminded me of what Mautrice had told me about the hair dye Freddie had gotten his hands on, he had the guard bring him hair dye. I looked up at him as he licked his lips but didn’t pull away from me, instead he started kissing along my cheekbone, living tiny dots of spit that I enjoyed the wetness of. It was bliss to be near him, complete and utter freedom I couldn’t let slip from my grasp and Freddie knew that. Freddie knew that I knew that he knew that. I could never let him go and Freddie had already established that, as well as him not wanting to let me go as well because he was also falling for me, and I had already fell for him years ago. 

“I’m cumming…” I whined, biting my lip hard as Freddie watched me soak my uniform pants.

Wet puddles formed as I threw my head back with pleasure, moaning as I felt my cock twitch while leaking the rest of the nut down the side of it, I looked at Freddie while panting for air as he stared at my wet groin, still fascinated.

“We’re sooo getting married.” Freddie declared, making me laugh as I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“You’re funny.” I laughed, and Freddie chuckled as I still panted to catch my breath while still toying with my softening cock. “Want another show?” I teased.

“Of course, but from the back is what I prefer this time.” Freddie said, and I laughed as I nodded because I knew exactly what he needed. “You’re gonna give me another show?”

I smirked with an eager nod as I stepped off the bed and walked over to the bench nailed to the wall so my back was to Freddie, I teasingly grabbed the waistline of my uniform pants and slowly lowered them so my ass slowly came into view for him. I glanced over at him and a bubble of energy went through me at the sight of him, he was sitting on the edge of the bunk with his eyes trained on my body as his dick was back on horny mode and even sticking vertically up to the sky. I felt pride rush me as his face was dark with lust, his eyes watching every single move I made as I slowly turned around and pulled my uniform shirt up over my head so he saw my upper body as well. I felt so sexy for him, definitely with his eyes watching me strip for him, and finally the show was beginning. 

I can say prostitution did have it’s benefits.

Chapter Eighteen

“You look like you need to get blendered like a Mocha Frappe.” I rolled my eyes at the most corniest pick-up line known in history.

The smell of bacon was very appetizing but I was immediately disgusted as I looked at Mickey, who was openly admiring a very taken Mocha from the Banners gang, who was sitting across from Freddie with his fist entwined on the table in a non-threatening manner. Mocha’s eyebrow rose as he glanced over at Mickey with no amusement on his face while Mickey winked at him before licking his lips suggestively. Mocha only blinked once before turning to look back at Freddie, who simply shook his head and closed his eyes, saying he wasn’t dealing with Mickey on any levels today. Surprisingly, a chuckle fell from Mocha’s lips at Freddie’s reaction as I nibbled on my bits of bacon, still unimpressed with Mickey’s attempts to woo the gang leader sitting beside him.

“Blended…” Turner scoffed, also not impressed. “It’s pronounced blended , Mickey.”

“It’s pronounced do you wanna fuck, or no? “ Mickey smirked, still making sexual advances at Mocha. “You’re my type…”

“Everything is your type.” Lloyd huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Jealous?” Mickey asked, cutting his eyes to Lloyd.

“Of what? Your pencil d-” Lloyd started to embarrass Mickey.

“I can see why you wanna leave…” Mocha spoke up, his eyes falling over everyone at the table, even me. “Just get at me before the race and we can talk.” Mocha rose to his full height as his eyes lingered on me before rolling over to Mickey. “And I’ll take you up on that offer sometime, Mickey.”

I could feel Freddie tensed muscles as he sat quietly behind me, I had positioned myself on his lap with my hair pulled into my cheetah-print banana clip that I don’t think I will be returning to Mautrice anytime soon. I glanced behind me to see Freddie glaring at the seat that Mocha was once occupying just as Mike moved to the table with a tray in his hand, the bantering at the table immediately silenced just as we all looked at Mike curiously. 

He sat the tray down slowly before taking his seat without really looking up to address anyone, I felt Mikey’s uneasiness as he slid away from Mike a little before pretending that his shoes were more interesting. I turned my eyes toward Lloyd just as he dismissed himself without a second word, rising to his feet and simply walking to where Mautrice was serving someone in line. Mike had grabbed his provided fork and started working on his ham omelet, breaking a small bit of it off and putting it in his mouth slowly to chew it. 

“What’s up?” Freddie said first, causing Mike to a pause his eating to look up at Freddie.

“Same old, same old.” Mike replied, lowering his head so he could go back to eating. “What’s up with you?”

“Same shit, different day.” Freddie said sternly, his eyes watching Mike like a hawk. 

“You can say that again.” Mike said, leaning back in his chair as he tightened his grip around his fork with a lip curl. “I already miss being in solitar-” 

“Surprised they let your snake ass out.” Mickey huffed lowly but we still heard it loud and clear. 

My mouth dropped open at Mickey’s boldness as Mike glanced over at him with an unsatisfied expression that said much about his feelings toward Mickey, I felt like he was ready to attack him but Mickey knew better and kept his distance. I was nervous about everyone at the table and the way they were ready to jump Mike, because I knew Freddie would probably be the one that attacks first. 

“You’re out the group.” Freddie said, lightly lifting me to my feet and I stood near him patiently as he rose to his feet, everyone else did as well to dismiss themselves. 

“Says who?” Mike asked, glaring at Freddie. “Tony’s not here no more.”

“Me. I’ve taken his positi-” Freddie started.

“Kiss my ass.” Mike spat angrily, rising to his feet in a threatening manner. “That’s my positio-”

“Shouldn’t of turned on your own gan-” Mickey started to speak up.

“Shut the fuck up, Mick-” Mike growled angrily, cutting Mickey off.

“Don’t tell him to shut up!” Freddie yelled angrily, cutting Mike off. 

I tensed at the sound of Freddie growing angry, I quickly grabbed his wrist and held him tightly as he tried to get closer to the table with his gang nearly ready to be Mike up in front of everyone. No one had Mike’s side in this argument, meaning that no one was going to be there to help him. I wrapped my arms around Freddie and buried my face in his chest, scared that the guards would yank him away from me if I released him but luckily, it seemed the guards wanted to see the action as well. I turned around to face Mike as he continued to shout with anyone that argued with him, and even told a guard to suck his dick before he was restrained for trying to punch the guard. 

“He never used to act like that.” Lloyd spoke up, having reappeared once the shouting match started. “If Tony seen him now…”

“He’d be dead.” Mickey finished.

We all silently watched as Mike struggled with the guards restraining him as he was drug through a solid concrete door that was probably considered solitary confinement, and I hope they keep him until Freddie wins the race. Freddie pulled me against his chest as I looked around at everyone else, I wasn’t sure what caused them to act like a pack of starving hyenas but I didn’t want to know. I understood their frustrations towards him, but the main disturbance wasn’t that he turned on his gang, it was the fact that he tried to get Lloyd murdered while thinking no one would find out. Mike deserves whatever happens to him.

“Come on.” Lloyd said, grabbing Freddie’s arm to get his attention. “The second race starts in another hour, we need you to make sure your car good man. Fuck him.” 

“Yeah, let’s focus on more important things.” Turner said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 

“Take Barbie to ya’ll cell, I got a feeling he started some more bullshit.” Freddie ordered Lloyd before gesturing over to the Vipers sitting not to far away.

They had saw the entire altercation but hadn’t stepped in, which was exactly what I expected because they didn’t see Mike as one of their gang members, he was just someone that helped them achieve what they wanted. Soraj was wearing a smirk on his lips as he sized everyone up from a distance, his eyes finally fell on me and he took his time as his smirk turned into a grin and he hungrily licked his lips. I nervously moved closer to Freddie while reaching up and scratching at the underside of my left socket, I breathed nervously while scratching at the itchy skin that the taped gauze was irritating. Lloyd tapped my shoulder to get my attention, making me turn my head from Soraj, and started to lead the way and I quickly followed suit. I walked close enough to be in his line of sight as he walked up the steps and deposited me inside of his cell while standing at the door to wait for Mautrice to arrive.  It wasn’t long before he appeared and Lloyd made his exit to go to the garage with the others.

Pop!

Tires screeched as I quickly grabbed the handle of the passenger door while my heart jumped into my throat, my anxiety mixed with adrenaline left me light-headed. I released a gasp as I heard guns immediately activating and shots fired only seconds into the race, Soraj immediately flanked us as Freddie growled, catching my attention. I looked over at him just as he started twisting his steering wheel, side swiping Reggie in the process while effectively gaining distance from him. I glanced back in the direction, watching as Will started to immediately fire his shotgun in Reggie’s direction, wanting to take him out. I looked forward as Freddie looked at his switches curiously, I became curious as well as I analyzed the switches before looking up at Freddie with a raised eyebrow.

He smiled. “Wanna try something?” 

“Like what?” I asked, smirking now because I already knew what he was going to say.

“Try the brown one.” Freddie ordered me, gesturing his head to the knobs and I didn’t hesitate as I immediately flipped the brown switch.

There was a pause as we both waited to see what would happen and seconds later, the sound of something gushy echoed through the car, making me glance around until I realized that it was actually oil and it had spilled all over the road, causing Reggie to lose his friction on the road. His car immediately swirled in a circle as he attempted to correct his driving so he wouldn’t be considered a wipe out. 

“He’s wiping out!” I squealed in excitement to Freddie as he chuckled before slowly nodding, pushing his foot heavy on the gas as we slowly gained up on Soraj.

We finally flanked him as he glanced over at us before doing a double take, obviously surprised that we had caught up with him but it only lasted for a few seconds before he smiled brightly at us and I was immediately uneased by it. I glanced over at Freddie as he curled his lip at Soraj’s behavior, he probably really wanted to kill him and I wasn’t sure why, but something told me it was very personal. I grabbed Freddie’s hand as he seemed to relax slowly from my touch, making me smile lightly at him as he took deep breaths to calm himself, we were going to be okay. My smile only widened as Freddie raised his hand and pressed his lips onto my knuckles, I bit my lip eagerly while knowing that if we made it through the rest of this race, we would be able to have some fire as sex and I was more than ready for him to be inside me.

“You ready?” Freddie asked as we came near the first obstacle.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I replied, squeezing his hand tightly to let him know I was with him.

“Then let’s fire these motherfuckers up!” Freddie yelled excitedly, making me shake my head and laugh at him.

“ Yeah, let’s do it. “

               TO BE CONTINUED…

Book Three:

         Prison Bait: Lloyd: Surrender

Song: Recovery, Justin Bieber