Chapter One

Prison Bait: Alexander: Borderline

I kicked my feet to rattle the chains that held me prisoner around my ankles, it was mainly quiet in the prisoner holding room because it was only me and two other people. One guy seemed asleep and another looked like he was mentally killing everyone in his head, I was bored out of my fucking mind. I wasn’t nervous, I wasn’t angry, I was more satisfied with whatever outcome I would get. If anything, I missed my prison cell because I had a nice, crazy, juicy booty bae waiting on me to come back and toot it up. I looked over as the door opened and a guard stepped inside to grab me next, I shuffled toward the courtroom while glancing around. I hadn’t been in this courtroom for nearly two years and it looked like new windows had been installed, I miss being on the outside. The judge was already seated and was waiting on me, at the sight of Judge Herman, I audibly groaned as I came to stand before his bench with my paid attorney rising to stand beside me.

Judge Herman was definitely no one’s type, he was a balding man that probably stood about five-five on a good day. His skin was very pale like he never stepped in the sun and his dark blue eyes were so droopy like he smoked pot all his life, he was skinny as hell, I’m sure he’d look like a meth head. I was ready to get this over with before it started.

“Ten years ago, in the case of Lloyd Marcus vs the state of California, you were found guilty of five charges of assault, three cases of racketeering, and two charges of first-degree murder.” I snickered, making my attorney elbowed me silently, it didn’t phase me.

“Mr. Marcus, what do you find funny?” Judge Herman asked, making me look at him with the straightest face I could muster.

“Nothing, your honor…” I muttered, pursing my lips tightly to keep from laughing again as his face reddened.

“You’re parole is denied.” He said, making me slowly nod and bite the inside of my cheek to keep from having a small outburst of profanities… oh, fuck that!

“I’ve been in that motherfucker for seven years,

you fat fuck

, give me my fucking parole like y’all bitches had promised!“ My attorney pretty much facepalmed in that moment. “I did every fucking thing I was supposed to do, and y’all still won’t let me out that fucking hellhole!”

“Mr. Marcus, you’re dismissed! This is my courtroom and you will not disrespect me!” Judge Herman yelled back at me as he rose to his feet.

I was grabbed by the guards and they drug me to where I had came from so I could take my seat again and wait for my prison transportation bus to arrive, I expected to be sent back to the prison so it was nice to release some pent up anger to that bastard.

“Marcus.” I looked up and rose from my chair to follow the guard to where I was going to be boarding the bus again.

This was disappointing but there wasn’t anything I could do about it, and not only that, I just made it worse. I watched as my bus rolled in, bouncing on the curb before croaking to a stop and I frowned at the sight of one the stupidest fucks in the world, we called him Bent-ly. It wasn’t his name but he was a hunch over with the snarkiest attitude and his curt glare made me board the bus at a very slow pace and a smirk on my face. His dark eyes followed my every step with an unimpressed expression as I eased past him and to the next available seat, as the first was occupied already. The bus was mostly bare, meaning either many court dates weren’t today or I was the second stop on the route, either way… I needed to make some conversation.

“What’s up.” I said without really glancing at the person on the bus.

When I didn’t get a reply, I peeked around the seat and looked at the stranger in complete silence, only staring at the masculine beauty before me. He was glaring at the seat before him with his body slightly slouched forward, he had shoulder-length black hair that was shaggy and it only added to his bulky form. His green eyes pierced me as I smirked at him and cocked my head to get a better look, he was probably six feet even with wide shoulders and soft olive skin that made look like he was from Middle East. His eyes only stared back as if he was trying to outlook me and that made me feel hungry to show him that I could easily overtake him if I wanted to. He was rugged and definitely not my type but I couldn’t explain the sudden pull toward him, and I wasn’t going to explain it cause the log growing to my legs was ready to do the talking instead. I pictured him naked and nearly busted in my pale brown jumpsuit, he was probably solid in all the right places and his V-shaped body should definitely become prisoner to me.

“Aye, Lloyd!” I cut my eyes to where another prisoner was sitting not to far away.

“What’s up?” I asked while turning my eyes back to the guy that was still staring at me with what he thought was a threatening look.

I cocked my head a little and stared at the small scar that was patched up by his eye, he looked like he had took a slight beaten and not only that but there was a hand print around his neck.

“What the judge say?” I looked at the other inmate again to give them a light smirk.

“His fat ass denied my parole.” I shrugged, leaning back in my seat and shrugging. “It’s cool, he’s a fucking slug.”

“Hell yeah, the asshole rotten.” I nodded to Mickey before leaning forward and peeking at the inmate before me, he was dead silent and staring out the window now.

“New meat.” Mickey said with a hungry look. “It’s about time.” I nodded slowly as the guy turned to glance at Mickey before dismissing him with a casual turn of the head.

He seemed to be an introvert, he wasn’t talkative and while he was masculine in appearance, he didn’t frighten me. I reached my hand forward and touch his jet black hair, it was the softest texture I ever felt and it was a little moisturized with something I wasn’t so sure of so it had a wet look that made him look scrumptious. Feeling my hand touch his head, he jerked forward and turned in his seat to glare at me.

“Don’t touch me.” He demanded, making me smirk at his feistiness, I like feisty.

“You’re cute.” I told him instead, smiling softly at him, it was my charming smile that always made someone drop their panties.

He gave me a snarl before turning back forward in his seat as the bus neared the bridge that crossed to

North Acres County

, I smirked at the sight of my home coming into sight as we crossed the mile long bridge that had a extra gate for security. I leaned back in my seat as we came to a stop, there were only about five of us on board so I knew it wouldn’t take long for us to exit the bus. I stood up and paused as he stood up as well, we made level eye contact and I couldn’t help the teasing smile that came across my lips as he gave me a small stare before turning and walking toward the front. I let my eyes fall down his backside to the cakes on his back, they were nice, masculine, and round and the perfect canvas to paint whatever I wanted.

I stayed a little farther from the dude to get a good sight of him, he was a work of muscle and that was nice to see, I wanted to take him right on the bus but I knew Mautrice would never let me side with that shit. As much as Mickey was beneficial to the group, he’d run his mouth so damn quick just to get the entertainment of Mautrice showing the fuck out for everything. That bitch was truly crazy and I think that’s what I enjoyed being around him for, Mautrice tended to run anyone I was friends with off because of the way he acted. Even the guards tended to avoid him when they were given the choice, but sometimes Mautrice would go too far and that was when he’d get thrown in the shoe for some time. It always gave me the chance to do my dirt and get away with it unless someone envious found out and told Mautrice, and then Mautrice would try to catch me lacking, and he got lucky sometimes.

I stepped from the bus and was immediately directed toward the inmate door with Mickey right behind me because we were already checked-in inmates and didn’t need to go through the same routine as the others. I peeked back to see the cute new inmate and two other new inmates standing in a line, they were about to be enrolled into the prison system. I turned my attention forward and entered the prison pod that was for me, Mickey patted my back to dismiss himself and I nodded in acknowledgement that he could leave. I glanced around while walking toward my cell, I was ready to have Mautrice wrap his warm mouth around my log to help the discomfort I felt.

I headed up the steps and turned the corner to the sight of someone standing patiently by my cell and even I could tell it wasn’t Mautrice because they didn’t have bright cherry-red hair. Mautrice always kept his hair dyed odd colors, whether it was apple-green, bubblegum-pink, or turquoise-blue. This person had curly auburn hair and as I got closer, I noticed it was one of my quick hits that stumbled across me jacking one day, he had came in and helped me get off that day. My cell was placed so perfectly in a corner of the pod and because it wasn’t facing toward the middle, you couldn’t look directly inside unless you actually walked toward the door of my cell. I could be having a threesome in there and the guards wouldn’t know anything as long as we stay quiet as hell.

I looked at Twinkie as he straightened his posture and smiled innocently at me, I rose any eyebrow because Twinkie was being very bold by waiting outside of my cell knowing that Mautrice was around here somewhere. Twinkie was tiny with auburn fluffy hair, soft pink lips, and a masculine jaw that had the power of a vacuum cleaner. His real name was Henry but I called him Twinkie because it was how I paid him for his mouth services, he always requested two Twinkies as payment and would go on about his day, which I appreciated.

“What’s up?” I asked, cocking my head at him curiously.

“Nothing too serious, you busy?” He asked with a knowing look that told me what he really wanted.

“You got a death wish.” I smirked, shaking my head. “Maur is gonna kill us both.”

“You don’t know?” Twinkie chuckled. “He tried to spit on that one guard, I think her name was Emily.”

“What the hell.” I snorted in amusement, pinching the bridge of my nose, I should of known Mautrice would find out.

“Was her pussy good?” Twinkie asked curiously, taking a closer step to me.

I nodded, remembering the way it gripped me but not as tight as when I would fuck Mautrice or Twinkie, but it was still juicy and wet enough to get me off. I glanced around before grabbing Twinkie and walking him into the cell with a smirk that told him exactly what I wanted, I stopped in the center of the cell and pulled the front of my pants down. My dick jerked as excitement flushed my veins, it smacked against my shirt and I watched as Twinkie dropped to his knees to service me as usual.

The tightening of his jaws made my knees lock in place as I threw my head back and enjoyed his mouth slurping on me, it was so needed. I put my hands on my hips and thrust a little into his throat as the tip of my dick entered his throat, causing him to gag loudly but that didn’t stop me. I grabbed his hair and held him in place while starting to fuck his throat and open it for me, he looked up at me with doe eyes and moaned around me, making me groan as the vibrations made my dick twitch hard in his throat.

I held Twinkie head in place as the cell door swung open and I peeked over my shoulder to see that we had company, I smirked and stepped away to turn and look at the guy from the bus and one of the new female guards named Mariah standing at the entrance. I pulled the front of my pants over my dick and Twinkie got up and quickly eased himself off the cell.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Mariah said, cutting her eyes at me before giving the quiet guy from the bus a push to go inside. “I catch you like that again, I might have to write you up.” She said, her eyes dropping to the outline of my hard dick.

“Come handle it.” I smirked, squeezing it.

She rolled her eyes before slamming the door shut and walking off, making me chuckle as I turned to the guy before me.

“Look like you the only one left,” I said, now turning to smirk at the guy, “cellmate.”

Chapter Two

The guy snorted as if he saw me as a joke, I walked to my bunk and took a seat with my dick raging in my pants still, I just wanted some relief. I leaned against the concrete wall as the guy walked to his bunk above me, he reached up to set his belongings on top and his shirt raised slightly. I stared at the trail of hair leading into his pants before he stepped back and gave me a knowing stare, he knew I was checking him out and he knew that I was interested in him. Ever since meeting him on the bus, I was eager to have him put his mouth around my dick and suck me until I nut. I wanted to fuck him so damn, he didn’t even understand and I could tell he was far from a bottom.

“You bottom?” I asked, looking at him as the guy cut his eye at me before walking to the mirror above the sink to look at the cut by his eye.

“No.” He said in a dismissing tone. “I do the fucking.”

“Me too.” I told him, getting to my feet and looking at him. “But you can bottom.” 

He looked at me for a second before looking back at his cut, he wasn’t giving off the appearance that he was uncomfortable but his tense muscles showed that he was eerie of me, he felt like he couldn’t trust me and I was cool with that. 

“You ever tried it?” I pushed, hinting to him now as he stepped from the mirror and turned to face me.

“Nope.” He deadpanned again in a dismissing tone before bumping past me and grabbing a small tube off his bunk.

“What’s that?” I asked, moved to stand near him and see what he had in his possession.

“You’re a nosy motherfucker, you know that?” He asked me with a raised eyebrow.

I shrugged, feeling a rush of euphoria go up my spine as he talked to me with an agitated tone now, his emotions were feeding my lust and it was making it harder to deny that I wanted him in the bent over before me. He walked past me again and put some of the cream from the tube on his finger before rubbing it on his cut.

“What happened?” I asked, watching him as I leaned against our bunks and he didn’t reply to me as I expected. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

He ignored me once more before capping the ointment and walking to throw it on top of his bunk, I sighed and grabbed a Playboy magazine off my table. Mautrice was in the shoe for lord knows how long and I got stuck with a top, that was such my luck. I was going to break that top, even if it meant a power struggle. I sat back on my bunk and opened the magazine, immediately smiling at the round tits staring at me with pointy nipples, I love tits. I slipped my hand into my pants and grabbed myself  at the base, grunting at the pressure I applied while imagining it was a dainty hand gripping me. I glanced up to see the dude staring at me with a raised eyebrow, I rose mine as well before pulling the front of my pants down to expose myself. 

“Come here.” I said persuasively.

He gave  me the most amused look like I was a joke to him before leaning against the mounted wall-table, crossing his arms and watching me with piercing eyes, as if he was ready to dominate me but I,

Lloyd Marcus

refuse to be dominated. I was the fucker, I was the pounder, I was the top and I wasn’t going to turn into a bottom now, I refuse. I scooted off the bed and walked closer to my nameless cellmate as he kept his piercing gaze on me, he looked calm on the outside and so unbothered that I started to believe that he wasn’t going to be an easy break. 

I’m ready for the challenge.

I continued to jack myself as we kept eye contact, his gaze was so strong and I could tell he was starting to enjoy the show as his eyes flickered to my groin then back  up to my eyes before he cocked his head. I reached forward and grabbed his dick through his uniforms, feeling the stiffness before smirking and pulling the front down in a taunting manner. His dick slapped out eagerly and I walked close enough to hold his and mine together, his dick was the complete contrast of mine. While mine was the tone of the most delicious chocolate with a fat mushroom head, his was paler with a helmet shape head but I was impressed that he was almost as hung as me, our heads nearly aligned. 

I jacked us both while leaning forward and sucking on the sensitive spot of his neck, he kept his arms crossed and didn’t even quiver, which was odd for me but I wasn’t going to give up. I released his dick and trailed my fingers around to his perky butt, creeping my finger between his cheeks and just as I was going to slip my finger it, he stopped me by grabbing my wrist tightly and giving me a stern look. 

I gave him one back that easily told him that I wasn’t backing down and I was determined to fuck him, he slipped his hand to my butt cheek and I shoved my waist against his, causing our dicks to rub. I used my other hand to lock under his right knee, I quickly pulled at it but it didn’t budge as easily as I expected as the dude pushed back against me. My dick jerked hungrily as I leaned forward to his neck and aggressively bit into his soft spot this time, finally causing a reaction that I found amusing. 

“Turn around.” I ordered, pushing at his shoulder but instead, he grabbed my throat to try and dominate me.

I easily moved his hand from my neck and grabbed the base of his dick in a tight squeeze, causing our power struggle to pause for that second. I stared at him with a raised eyebrow as he returned it with a cocked head, we remained silent and completely still until I dropped my hold on his thick log. 

As fun as it was, it was also annoying. 

“Suck me off.” I demanded, making my cellmate shake his head with a gleeful expression, he was enjoying this.

“You suck me off.” He demanded back, grabbing my shoulders and pushing down on them.

“Sixty-nine?” I compensated, just ready to release the pressure in my balls now.

“Deal.” He said with a sideways shrug and I walked to the bunk before laying on my back, looking at him expectantly.

He paused and stared at me before pushing his pants down and stepping out of them as I shimmied my pants off before tossing them aside eagerly, I was about to get some head and get rid of my blue balls. My new cellmate climbed on top of me with his feet toward my head and I grabbed the base of his dick as he copied me, his tight hand around my dick caused a little pre-cum to slip out and he lapped it with his tongue suddenly. I grabbed his asscheek while slipping his dick into my mouth, I sucked hard at the head of his dick as he groaned lowly. 

I smacked his asscheek to encourage him to do as I was, and he did so by wrapping his soft lips around my head. I was impatient as I lifted my hips and my dick slipped into his throat immediately. He gagged loudly and I took that as a chance to slip my finger into his asshole and wiggle it so he could feel the sensation. His tight butt clamped my finger and I could tell that it hadn’t been stretched in a very long time or either he really was only a top, he grabbed my wrist but I used my free hand to push his hand away while pushing my finger to the next knuckle.

I worked my finger in and out slowly three times before he pushed his hips down and his dick head brushed my gag reflex, making me gag slightly as I surprised him by suppressing the urge and taking his dick in my throat. He hissed as I worked my finger in his asshole, it clenched a few times around me as he gagged around my dick again when I shoved my hips up harder than the first time.

With my finger deep in his ass, I worked at caressing along his walls until I found the small bump and pushed hard on it, making him tense just as his dick twitched and he busted in my mouth. I worked on not gagging while still caressing that spot, making him rock his hips forward into my throat as he tensed and another thick load landed on the back of my throat. I moved my mouth from his dick as he shot again and it landed on my chin, I pulled my finger out and wetted it while knowing this was the perfect opportunity because he was in a shock state. I slipped my finger back inside and gently massaged the spot while taking my other hand and grabbing a handful of his thick jet-black hair forcefully. 

He groaned while still in his comatose state, his eyes blank and his chest heaving from the hard orgasm that he wasn’t expecting, I flipped him off me and rose up to cover his body with mine. 

About fucking time I get to open that cute asshole.

He suddenly jerked up and pushed me back aggressively, glaring at me as I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Let me fuck.” I told him.

“Fuck no.” He replied, raising to his feet.

“I didn’t get off.” I informed further, raising to my feet with my dick pointed straight at him, I was getting angry.

“Not my problem.” He deadpanned, bending over and putting on his pants.

I stared at his hair buttchecks before feeling the depression of blue balls hit, I reached back and released my locks of hair, my dreads dangled to my shoulder blades now. I shook them out before tossing my rubber band aside and walked up on him with a prowling eye, I’m getting my release one way or the other.

“Knees.” I demanded, making him glare at me again.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” He replied, standing with a defensive posture now.

“You’re gonna get me off.” I told him angrily. “You got off, get me off.”

“I’m not doing shit for you.” He pushed, taking a step to me in a threatening manner, causing excitement to rush my body.

I slugged him hard, making his head snap to the left but before I could even progress my next hit, he hit me back and the force caused my head to snap to the right. Pain shot through my jaw and I took a slight stumble back from the blow before looking up just as my new cellmate went to throw another hit, which I jerked back from and countered with a left punch. He tackled me and we fell against the bunks and I groaned in pain before slipping and landing halfway on my bunk, I grabbed his shirt and jerked him down with me as he fought against my advances. His breath was shallow and the hunger in his eyes told me he was enjoying this second power struggle, he was a feisty bastard. 

I like feisty.

“You two couldn’t wait, huh?” We both snapped our head to the cell door to see that the female guard named Mariah was back. “I should write you both up.”

My cellmate climbed off me and I rose up to stuff my extremely hard meat away, and not only was I attempting to hide myself, so was my new cellmate as he shifted his meat in the front of his pants. Mariah opened the cell door and peeked around momentarily before stepping inside.

“Lloyd…” She said before looking at my cell mate. “Alexander… let’s talk.”

Chapter Three

I shallowed my breathing as my cellmate, who’s name turned out to be Alexander, stroked me from base to tip agonizingly slow. I threw my head back as Mariah moaned loudly while riding him, this was perfectly a good day after all. Alex and I were side by side with Mariah bouncing between us both, she was eager to have a fast talk that including her riding cowgirl and getting her mouth and pussy filled at the same time. I was growing impatient as Alex groaned and squeezed her tits, making her squeal in pleasure as she shivered and her legs shook desperately.

I rose to my feet as she worked on getting Alex off before me, I had a destination in mind and when you enter my cell, you’re prone to discover every hole you have. I spit on her asshole and slipped my finger in, doing the same that I did to Alex for her this time, she moaned and continued to ride him as I removed my finger and lined my head up with her ass. She reached back and spread her buttcheeks eagerly for me, her hasty movement told me she was definitely into this shit. 

I slowly eased myself into her ass and groaned at the grip that I received, I paused for a moment before pushing further and she whined slightly as Alex continued to massage her breast and work his dick in and out of her pussy. I slowly pushed forward more as she started to push her butt back against me, I worked slowly and with caution as I looked up to see Alex staring at me while he was under her. We had sandwiched her and I smirked at him while Mariah squealed from me starting to fuck her with no mercy, she was enjoying the pleasure and pain combination. 

I licked my bottom lip as he threw his head back with a groan and I took that as my chance to bite at his soft spot, I sucked on his neck as Mariah rode him and I fucked her in the ass, my cell tends to get pretty exciting. I thrust forward harder, Mariah cried in pleasure as she worked on both of us now, my balls smacked against Alex’s as he thrusted his hips upward. I lifted his legs and grounded my knees more, and while we had Mariah sandwiched, our balls were rubbing against each other while I sucked on his neck harder. 

“I’m about to nut.” He warned and I took it up on myself to grabbing Mariah’s waist and pull her to the end of the bed.

Alex’s dick slipped out and he wacked it while watching me fuck Mariah as she squealed like a baby pig, her moans and cries was probably heard by the whole pod but I didn’t care because I was focused on one person,  and it wasn’t her. I felt sweat dripping down the nape of my neck and rolling down the front of my collarbone, I stared into Alex’s eyes as he stared back at me with an intense look that spoke many volumes. Me fucking people in front of him was a turn on, I could tell from the way he hungrily stared at us, his eyes bouncing back and forth between Mariah and me. 

He was cracking.

I fucked her harder, thrusting while never breaking eye contact as Alex speed up his wacking and with a loud cry, threw his head back while his nut jetted all over his chest. I pushed Mariah’s face into the mattress while putting all my force into my hips, the smacking sound was hypnotizing and I had no mercy as she squirted suddenly. I smacked her ass while eagerly biting my lip, I glanced at Alex to see he was heaving with his eyes closed. Mariah wasn’t keeping up so well, she was starting to run from me and that only made it harder because she wasn’t getting me off. I pulled out and made her turn to suck me clean, she did as I told and I watched Alex as he finally made eye contact with me and tried to outstare me. 

I’m going to break that sweet ass, even if it’s the last thing I do.

I took my seat at the cafeteria table while looking to see if I could spot someone Mautrice knew, I wanted my little boyfriend back so he could suck me off once breakfast was over. I also wanted someone to braid my dreads out of my face because as good as they made me look, they tended to annoy the hell out of me. Everything was pissing me off today and I think it was because of my blue balls, I normally would have great mornings with Mautrice waking me up with head to help my morning wood. 

Instead, this morning, I woke up to Alex puking up his guts out the blue. I wasn’t sure what the fuck had happened but he waved me off when I got up to check on him, I wasn’t sure what was up with him. I felt eyes on me and looked to see that the leader of Streets gang was staring at me expectantly, I knew exactly what he wanted and that only annoyed me more because today wasn’t a good day. Damon was probably six feet even with a shaven head, his eyes were a hard golden color and while he looked scary to everyone else because of his natural scowl and strong build, he never frightened me. He used to have a nostril piercing for fuck-sake, if anything, I believe he was a fuck-toy that promoted to being a leader when the previous one got killed.

“What’s up?” I looked to see Mickey taking a seat across from me at the metal cafeteria table before grabbing his warm honeybun and taking a large bite.

I had an untouched breakfast burrito because I wasn’t hungry, I was too fucking annoyed to be hungry.

“Damon.” I said instead, not really in the talking mood because of my blue balls.

“He still wants a deal.”

“For? I’m not racing.” I reminded Mickey with an annoyed expression.

Before me was Freddie Williamson and before him was Tony Rotimi, both were once the leaders of GV Gang until they had won the Death Races and their freedom. I knew that there was a chance I could win my own freedom but because I wasn’t into racing, I declined the invitation and while Mike told me to take the chance, I declined. Mike was another gang member that worked with Freddie and Tony on their cars, and I know I would of had his help, I didn’t want to take that position, it wasn’t for me. 

“I told him, but he said he wants a deal in case you change your mind.” Mickey said, averting his eyes.

“I don’t plan on it.” I retorted with a sneer at Mickey.

I looked over to see Damon had moved from his table and was making his way in my direction, I didn’t feel like talking unless it was about how to relieve my blue balls. I enjoyed being the leader of GV because it had it’s perks but I wasn’t a people’s person, I hated people with a passion. 

“Lloyd.” Damon spoke.

“Damon.” I replied, gesturing to a seat beside Mickey as Mike came to sit beside me.

“I heard you weren’t going to race.” Damon said, taking the seat I offered to him. 

“Don’t plan on it.” I replied curtly.

“We’re all entitled to choice.” Damon shrugged before leaning back in the seat he occupied.

“Yea.” I replied with a raised eyebrow.

“I want a deal of wet.” He said, making me slowly nod. “For protection.”

“We don’t need protection.” I told him, and it was true.

“I don’t know…” Damon said, leaning over and wrapping his arm around Mickey with a smirk. “Mickey said you do.”

I looked at Mickey as he averted his eyes again and took another bite of his honeybun, Damon smiled and looked to the other side of me to see Alex staring at him with a nonchalant expression, matching mine. I had invited Alex to sit with me and the gang because while we didn’t need protection, that didn’t mean we didn’t need the numbers. I looked over at Alex as well to see that he was boldly staring at Damon, who was obviously intrigued by Alex’s behavior.

“Who you?” Damon asked him.

“ Cono. “ Alex said with a tiny smirk that I seemed to only notice.

“ Cono …“ Damon repeated, and Alex chuckled as I rose an eyebrow at his playful behavior.

Mike choked on his milk and looked in Alex’s direction as we all turned to look at him in confusion for his reaction, whatever Alex had said, Mike understood perfectly. Damon eyebrows flared before he rose to his feet and without another word, dismissed himself. I looked at Mike with a questionable look as he stared pass me at Alex, who calmly took a sip of the apple juice he had gotten from the head nurse upon my secret request.

“Cunt.” Mike informed me. “He called him a cunt.”

I shook my head with amusement before looking over at Alex, who shrugged in return before going back to the pancakes I had paid for. His attitude was so calm and careless and it actually made me feel better that he wasn’t so uptight like everyone else. It turned out to be a breath of fresh air that I didn’t realize that I needed so much, I was thankful for the behavior Alex displayed. I liked the feistiness inside of me and I didn’t care who the fuck didn’t, I wasn’t going to make him change who he was when he was around me. We had arrived in the cafeteria early so it wasn’t too busy just yet, but as the minutes passed, it started to grow loud until the point we were yelling to hear each other. I looked at Alex again, my eyes lingering on him a little before I looked at Mickey to address him.

“You told him we need protection?” I wanted Mickey to admit it himself.

“It was before you decided you weren’t going to race.” Mickey replied without a real answer, his eyes not even meeting mine.

“Look at me.” I ordered, trying my best to remain calm.

Mickey eyes flickered to me before he averted them again, I shook my head at him before sighing and looking at Mike, he immediately nodded and went back to eating. Mickey had to be punished for his actions no matter what time, year, era he decided to open his fat ass mouth. He had to pay for speaking about something he should of never told anyone because now there was a target on our back even without me racing. I rose to my feet and dismissed myself without a word as Alex did the same, I was going to take a shower and open me a book today, maybe it’ll help my mood.

“You really called him a cunt?” I asked Alex as he walked beside toward our cell.

“I studied Spanish in high school.” Alex shrugged, entering the cell first and walking to the toilet to take a piss.

I nodded slowly while leaning against the bunk in through, the flow of his urine hitting the toilet knocked me from my trance as he groaned in relief, making me shake my head. He was completely different from what I was used to, I used to want dainty or petite figures against my body but I couldn’t deny that I wanted to feel his muscles contract under my touch. I wanted him to yell my name as he nutted all over himself, I wanted him to think of me whenever I wasn’t around. Most of all, I wanted him to dream of me whenever he laid beside me. I walked up behind him and grabbed a fist full of his hair as the toilet flushed and he tensed at my closeness, making me smirk as I teasingly pushed my hardening dick againt his ass cheeks.

I wanted him to fall in love with me… like I was falling for him.

Fuck… I’m falling for Alex, and we’ve only known each other for two days.

Chapter Four

I stretched and rose to a sitting position to crack my neck, groaning at the discomfort of laying with my head between Alex’s legs as he laid between mine. We had sixty-nine again last night and fell asleep in that position, our session had got pretty intense last night because we got to tussling again. I had almost overpowered him but he had caught me off guard by grabbing my dreads and pulling them, that pissed me off and excited me at the same time. I had punched him in the gut and he actually got mad at me, and we really brawled until we ended up in a sixty-nine position and went to sleep from being too tired.

“Wake up.” I said groggily, shaking Alex awake.

“What?” He asked, groaning softly as he stretched while not moving from atop of me. 

“Gotta piss.” I informed him, and he did as I said, and I was glad.

I rose to my feet and walked to the toilet to relieve my bladder, I looked to the door of the cell as someone heavily banged on it and believe it or not, my heart dropped in my chest as my name was yelled through the door. The screeching of my name was definitely going to wake the whole pod and everyone would know that Mautrice was free of solitary, I enjoyed having Alex as my inmate now and I wonder if they were going to move him now that my other bitch was free. I actually hope not. 

I wanted Alexander to be my roommate for the rest of my stay, he was easy to get to know but not only that, he was the power challenge I tended to crave more and more. I was so used to dudes and women coming to me, happily bending over just as soon as I tell them to. Now, I wanted someone who would reject my advances, someone who could be feisty, and Alex even had a slight touch of zealous that I hadn’t noticed at first. 

Perhaps I did too because I had more than enough zeal to put him the same position as I did her and fuck him until he submitted, and I was willing to do anything to get it. I was knocked out of my soft thoughts to Mautrice banging on the door again, and it seemed like he was alone from the way he was acting. I looked at the bolted clock as I felt my urine flow starting to cease, it was nearly afternoon and almost rec time. That also meant that Mautrice had probably gotten out this morning but was being nosy to figure out what I been up to. 

I huffed and shook my dick off while neglecting the decision to flush or even wash my hands, I was too disturbed by Mautrice screaming for me to let him in immediately. I was slightly nervous and while I wanted to ignore him until he left, I knew that he wasn’t going to leave. I was positive Mautrice knew what was going on, I’m sure he knew about me and Alex sharing the guard and also the fact that I was constantly trying to fuck Alex with any chance I get. Maybe I can talk Mautrice into letting us share him so he can see that it’s not all that bad, then again, Mautrice won’t go for it and I know that. 

“Open the fucking door, Lloyd.” Mautrice huffed in a quieter tone, trying to seem calm.

It was all a hoax and I wasn’t falling for it. 

“Lloyd, if you don’t open this fucking door… I swear to god…” He was practicing his breathing lessons that he learned in anger management classes, I could hear him huffing through the door.

I understood that Mautrice was angry but this was who I was and it was something he was supposed to accept, I had told him that I wasn’t one to settle down and he continued to sleep with me knowing this. I was driving him insane and I felt bad for it, but I hadn’t been the one purposely leading him on, he was leading himself on and he felt betrayed by my actions. I understood that I tended to misuse him and to step out on our situation… or whatever the right term was, because this wasn’t a relationship anymore.

It had died long ago and he didn’t even know, I never could truly explain it to him.

“LLOYD!” Mautrice screamed at the top of his lungs, forcing my legs to move to the door.

That love disappeared long ago.

“What?” I asked, pushing the curtain over the small window of my cell door aside to peek out at him.

His bright bubblegum pink shoulder-length locks were all over his head like he had been pulling at it all morning, his soft hazel eyes had dark circles and the glare that they gave at the sight of me was almost bone chilling, almost but he didn’t scare me. His nose was wrinkled up in disgust as he glared at me with a sneer on his thin pale lips from lack of make-up, considering it was off limits whenever he went to solitary. 

I could Mautrice impatiently tapping his foot that he probably wanted to shove up my ass right now, he was crazy enough to at least try. I stared back at him as he balled his fist threateningly and smacked the glass right before my face, making me jerk my head back a little incase it shattered from the blow. It didn’t explode like last time, but it definitely left a crack as he screamed in anger at the top of his lungs once more, I wasn’t surprised the guards hadn’t came to get him and put him back in solitary yet.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned my head forward against the door as Mautrice angrily banged on it, I was so over this and so done with the same cycle that always happened, I was tired of going through the same battle constantly. I turned my head and peeked at Alex as he rose up from the bed finally with bed hair, in a similar manner to Mautrice’s without all the boldness. Shorter strands stood up happily with small strands all over his head from us tussling and wrestling around on my bunk, his raised eyebrow with an unbothered expression added sexiness. 

Time stood still as he rolled his eyes and raised to his feet to stretch to the ceiling, my breath stopped for a second as I took his abs constructing and constricting as he rolled his shoulders. The V-shape of his frame was appetizing even more with the small fuzziness of hair trailing down, it was just as dark as his pubes that smelled slight masculine but also like prison soap. My heart suddenly dropped as he dropped his arms to his sides and gave me a light chuckle from Mautrice’s aggression towards me. 

He found it amusing.

I blinked a few times while trying to ignore the way my heart had fluttered suddenly, it hadn’t done that in so long and while I knew exactly why, I wasn’t going to accept that I was falling for this dude. I was bisexual but I always thought I’d end up with a woman that would bare my children, one that I would marry, and probably someone kinky enough to experiment with me until we grow old. 

What if he was who I’ve been waiting on all this time?

Impossible.

“I just wanna get my stuff!” Mautrice interrupted again, catching my attention.

Yea, you’re right… impossible.

“I’m not going to do anything to you, I know everything and frankly, I don’t give a fuck anymore.” Mautrice reasoned, but I saw through the bullshit he was saying.

A guard hadn’t come to lock the doors just yet because it was lunch time and people were still in the yard, I pushed open the cell door and stepped aside to let Mautrice enter and this was a dangerous game all by itself. I watched him closely as he slowly sauntered inside with his eyes glaring at me, he didn’t break eye contact until he was inside of the cell before finally looking at the other person who occupied the cell with me. Alex was still in the nude as he brushed his teeth, carrying on with his day like Mautrice wasn’t in the cell with us, I walked from door and toward my bunk to have a seat.

It was an eerie silence in the cell with the exception of Alex spitting in the sink occasionally, I glanced at Mautrice as he slowly rounded up his hair products that were left in the cell when he went to solitary. He would pause ever so lightly and glance between me and Alex before going back to grabbing his things, it was odd to watch him slowly clean his things out the cell that we had made ours.

Mautrice paused so innocently and turned to lean against the table mounted to the wall as I stared at him, watching him closely to make sure he wasn’t going to reach for a shank or something else to hit or throw at me like usual. He was oddly calm but I knew it was all a performance, he had serious anger issues and that was one of the reasons I had lost that spark with him, he was insane and an asylum is where he really should of been, not in prison. Mautrice crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at the concrete ground for a moment before finally meeting my eyes, the fiery was in his eyes but he was acting cool.

“So that’s it?” Mautrice asked, cocking his head with a sneer. “For that?” He asked, turning to gesture to Alex. 

“What about this?” Alex asked, cocking his head now with a playful expression, even going so far as to snicker.

“You’re not even his type!” Mautrice snapped loudly toward Alex, who rose an unbothered eyebrow at his sudden outburst.

Mautrice easily went from 20-100 in that second as he squeezed his fist tightly like he wanted to punch something, like he wanted to fight and that’s when I got slightly more nervous about me and Alex being in a room with him. I stood up in a protective stance because I wasn’t going to let Mautrice hurt someone else or himself, it was always what I had to do when he got like this. I mentally groaned at his raging behavior as he took the joy of throwing a can of hairspray in my direction, which I easily dodged.

“Chill the fuck out, Mautrice.” I warned, moving to dodge a hairbrush flying in my direction now.

“That’s what the fuck you want? That instead of me?” He asked, taking a step toward me and I immediately got ready to defend myself by all means necessary.

“You’re doing too much.” I huffed, shaking my head in dismissal, causing my dreads to shake as I had them pulled back into a ponytail.

“I’m doing too much?” He questioned as he stalked another step toward me. “I’m doing too much?” He asked with a shocked chuckle, his eyes were filled with disbelief as he stared at me.

He took another slow step toward me as I glanced over to look at where Alex had went, and I found him leaning back against the sealed window with a raised eyebrow as he looked between me and Mautrice, watching the interaction closely. I wasn’t focused enough on Mautrice and he took that to my advantage as he grabbed me by a few of my dreads, as they now dangled down my back. He yanked on them and I felt my anger grow because while I didn’t mind when Alex did it, I didn’t like when Mautrice did it because it always ended in a fight. 

“I’m the one doing too much?” He continued to question with his crazy ass while I grabbed his wrist tightly so he’d let me go, he ignored the pain and yanked harder. 

“Let me go, Mautrice.” I threatened, glaring at him now as I squeezed his wrist even tighter. “Right now.”

I wasn’t the person that raised their voice at anyone so while I was giving Mautrice a calm appearance, I was nearly ready to slam him into a wall like I had done before when we fought, I was tired of fighting. I was tired of this same routine and with Alex here now, I felt like it was time for something new, sue me about it. Mautrice growled angrily but released me as I pushed him back and he caught himself on the metal table while watching me closely.

“We’re done.” I yelled at him, angry that he had brought this side out of me in front of Alex. “Get your shit and get out.” 

“So that’s it? It’s just all over?” Mautrice said in hurt, his gaze watering as he stared at me with sadness.

I didn’t hesitate to gesture him toward the door as he screamed and stomped out and I watched him as he went, annoyed with his behavior as Alex lightly chuckled before turning to look at me and as usual, he cocked his head so smoothly.

“You drive ’em wild, don’t you?” He asked with a raised eyebrow before exiting the cell as well.

I shook my head in annoyance and dropped on the bed with a shallow sign, I had done it, I had officially left my situation with Mautrice and I knew I was going to regret it. It wasn’t unusual for Mautrice to wreck havoc on anyone he was angry at, I’ve been a victim of it multiple times but I knew this was going to be nothing like usual. He was going to give me hell about this and I had to stay strong, and not bend to his will because that’s what he was going to want, for me to get back with him. 

I was sure that something… or someone, was definitely going to keep me occupied enough so that wouldn’t happen.

Chapter Five

I swirled my spaghetti around my fork and ate it as Alex sat his tray down beside me, he had also decided to get spaghetti for dinner and he sat down two small packets of sugar that he had grabbed before coming to the table. I rose an eyebrow at him as he plopped down and upped his head to Mickey without a single sound, Mickey had upped his back as I stared between the two to watch their interaction a little closer. Alex had carried on with mixing his spaghetti to evenly spread the sauce while Mickey was openly staring at him. Mickey now had a black eye and a bruised lip since the last time we saw him, he looked like he was in pain but he was hiding it the best he could. He had gotten his punishment for going to Damon and telling him information that was false, information that Damon should of never found out incase he wanted to try and get control of VL Gang.

“You’re a top or bottom?” Mickey asked suddenly, taking both Alex and I by surprise at his blatant question.

I wasn’t exactly sure why Mickey’s question had shocked me considering all types of ridiculous shit comes out of his mouth on the daily basis. Alex gave the slightest smirk to cover up his shock and chuckled lightly before laughing harder, he shook his head in a humorous way at Mickey while opening his packets of sugar and dumping them onto his spaghetti. I rose my eyebrow at what he did as he mixed the sugar into his spaghetti, I turned my head to Mickey who was still waiting for an answer.

“Mickey.” I warned and he pursed his lips into a pout before biting into his burger and wincing in pain quietly.

“Top.” Alex answered him.  “I’ve only ever had one exception.” He continued with a simple shrug.

I was shocked to hear about this “one exception” and for some reason, I was very curious to find out what had happened for him to say such a thing, I wanted to know more about him and that slightly scared me. I went back to eating as Alex took a bite of his own spaghetti and groaned with a head nod as if he was pleased with the way it tasted, I’m glad he was because it had come out of the gang pockets since I wasn’t racing. Everyone was so consistent with the idea that I willingly try to sacrifice myself to get freedom, while it was a good deal to others, it wasn’t for me and I was over the entire Death Race. 

“What’s the exception?” I asked with a raised eyebrow similar to his.

“Lloyd.” Alex mimicked the tone that I warned Mickey with, making me roll my eyes with a small snicker.

It was obvious that Alex enjoyed the slight power step he believed he had over me, he felt entitled apparently and I was going to show him that he wasn’t when I clap his cheeks the way he deserve. He didn’t deserve sweet, loving sex… no, he deserved a rough fuck that would forever linger in his mind, he deserved to remember the fuck of a lifetime and I was more than dedicated to show him that it would be worth it. It wasn’t odd for people to be confused about Alex’s position on sex, he was androgynous , if society told it. 

“Curious.” I shrugged with a nonchalant vibe but honestly, I wanted to hear the entire story.

“Look-y here.” Our heads turned to look at Justin as he approached the VL Gang table, making me immediately stand on guard.

Justin was part of the Vipers gang and if I remember as vividly as possible, he was the one who threw the first punch that initiated a full brawl between me and five other Vipers gang members, they had jumped me at rec two years ago. I was so thankful for Tony at that time, because he got the best revenge that no one had knew about. He had struck toward the center by taking their main profit of wet and slowly on the inside, I know they’re crumbling from losing their main secret sponsor. 

Justin was about five-nine and while he was small in size, he definitely packed a powerful enough punch to knock you off coordination, like he had did me. He had chalky skin that showed that he was barely in the sun, and while he was shorter than an average man, he was stocky for his size and I’m sure that’s from the protein packets he got from commissary. After the previous leader had died, he became the next leader of the Vipers and while they were in complete shit from Tony and Lloyd’s advantage, he was trying his best and it showed by the dark circles around his dark green eyes.  

“Justin.” I said, raising an eyebrow as he took a seat across from me and it easily made Mickey uncomfortable enough to swap to the next seat.

“Lewis.” Justin said, smirking as he knew that wasn’t my fucking name. “You look… healed.” He chuckled.

I could feel Alex cut his eyes at me as I stared at Justin, imagining all the ways I could kill this bastard if I could get away with it right now… but there was a way I could end his life and get away with it, but I didn’t want to join the Death Race. I cocked my head and the sneer on my face was probably strong enough to make the casual man turn his head and keep his distance, I hated this bastard with a passion. 

“What the fuck you want?” I asked in a blatant tone, also making it obvious that I wasn’t in the mood for any bullshit today.

“Nothing, just to thank you.” Justin said, making me look at him in confusion.

“For?” I asked, staring at him impatiently for an answer.

“Your little bitch can suck a hotdog through a straw.” Justin laughed, obviously hinting at the fact that Mautrice had serviced him… but it wasn’t on my call. “Damn… you didn’t know?”

His smirk only grew as he realized I didn’t know that him and Mautrice had any connection, and just now finding out this information lit a big flame inside me but I couldn’t understand the anger. I had understood from the beginning that Mautrice and I weren’t a thing even though people associated us together all the time, and I guess since he could of had anyone in this pod, him choosing Justin to lay with built new hurt. Justin was the motherfucker that had included himself on jumping me, they had beaten me but I was strong enough to bounce back physically. Mautrice knew that it would hurt me finding out he fucked someone that hurt me, he knew how to get under my skin and just that quick, he did. I was speechless and I couldn’t do anything but stare at the table as silence rung around the table, I was selfish and stupid enough to think that nothing like this would happen.

“Who you?” Alex asked, he must of sensed my offish behavior.

“Who you?” Justin mocked, looking at Alex and cocking his head. “You’re a cutie, this your new bitch?” Justin asked, looking at me as I met his eyes without a single word.

“And if I am?” Alex pushed, sliding his tray aside and entwining his fingers atop of the table in everyone’s view. “The fuck that has to do with you?”

Justin put his hands up in a surrendering motion with a soft chuckle. “Call me curious.”

“Everyone seems curious these days.” Alex snickered, leaning back in his chair as I continued to picture me jamming my plastic fork into Justin’s neck.

If only I could reach across this table and grab the back of his head to bash his face into the metal table repeatedly until he was unrecognizable… only if I could. I looked up as someone else approached the table and the confusion on Evan’s face was prominent as everyone else’s because they wanted to know why Justin had came to the table… only if they knew the ten ways he’s already died in my head, and I got forty more to go. I wanted to split his face on the metal stools but I couldn’t catch another life charge, it wasn’t worth it and definitely if everyone thought it was over that little slut that I had took under my wing.

Fuck Mautrice.

I felt more betrayed by the fact he had slept with him out of all people, and because of him fucking Justin, there was no way I could ever forgive him for that and while I could never see us ever fucking again, I definitely could never see us even being in the same room again. I was at the straw that meant no coming back, he could die for all I give a damn and I probably wouldn’t feel some type of remorse for him. He had crossed a line of no return and I knew that Mautrice knew that, it’s probably why he had made the best effort to turn his head when I grabbed my dinner from the lunch line. I figured it was because he was still angry but the truth was that he was guilty for what he had done, or perhaps he wasn’t guilty and just didn’t want to see me at all. 

I lifted the barbell as high as I could and carefully lowered it to my chest before heaving it up again with a hard breath, I breathed slowly but deeply as I lowered the barbell to my chest bone once more before heaving it up again. I was weight benching 215 pounds and I was so glad because when I first came to this jail nearly twelve years ago, I was only benching 90, so I had come a very long way since. I looked up as the sun was temporarily blocked over my head, Alex cocked his head down at me with a slight smirk before moving aside and going to the squat rack that was nearby. 

I heaved the barbell onto the adjustable rack and sat up, I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of the hot sun dowsing me in it’s heat, it was a beautiful day and the perfect weather to be benching in. I breathed in the fresh air from the waves crashing against the beach about twenty yards away, the air was stale with sweat and stinky balls but it only lingered for so long before the wild would sweep it away. I opened my eyes and took in the scene before me with Alex squatting before raising back up and squatting again, his ass was so perfectly shaped and masculine. I wanted to dive deep in his ass and enjoy the feeling of it squeezing me tightly, and he rarely let people top him so that meant it was nice and tight, probably like a virgin.

I’m so greedy, probably cause I haven’t had any ass from someone, just head from him.

“Put your tongue up before it fall out.” Evan said jokingly, smirking as he looked between Alex and I.

Evan was the next in line for my position, he had been here five years before me but he had asked me to take the head seat instead because he wasn’t ready to take on the responsibility, and definitely a responsibility it was. I had a meeting with Banners about selling some wet to their side of the prison, and I didn’t need their help but part of me wanted to make a treaty with them. I cut my eyes to him before looking back at Alex, I could care less what was being said about me drooling over Alex’s round ass that was begging for someone to smack it, I was going to be that someone.

I had to be that someone.

“Stop drooling.” Alex smirked as he finished his last squat before replacing the bar and wiping his sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Told you.” Evan snickered as I shook my head at the two and laid back again to finish my last twenty bar lifts.

I rolled over and covered his with my body as he stretched beside me, we had squeezed into the small bunk and while last night was good, I still hadn’t gotten the chance to get my dick in his ass, but I wasn’t giving up yet. I bit on his neck gently to leave marks so people would know that even though I hadn’t opened his ass yet, he was still mine and I wasn’t going to let anything happen to him. Even though I knew Alex didn’t need my protection, I still felt entitled to that position of power to let everyone know not to fuck with him or they’d receive my wrath. Alex groaned and I could feel his hand snake down to grab my anaconda that was already hard and leaking with anticipation. I smirked at his morning eagerness as he tried to flip us but the wall helped prevent it as I braced my hand against it and held his arm down over his head, he struggled but there was no use. His breath labored as I grounded my front into his, rubbing our naked dicks together as he hissed in pleasure at my nibbling, he was just as horny as me.

“I’m going to fuck you one day.” I whispered in his ear before rising off him.

His breathing slowed and I could sense the irritation he gave off as he sat up and grabbed his balls, he tugged them slightly before cocking his head at me with a bright smile that made time slow. His soft 

I rolled over and covered Alex with my body as he stretched beside me, we had squeezed into the small bunk and while last night was good, I still hadn’t gotten the chance to get my dick in his ass, but I wasn’t giving up yet. I bit on his neck gently to leave marks so people would know that even though I hadn’t opened his ass yet, he was still mine and I wasn’t going to let anything happen to him. Even though I knew Alex didn’t need my protection, I still felt entitled to that position of power to let everyone know not to fuck with him or they’d receive my wrath.

Alex groaned and I could feel his hand snake down to grab my anaconda that was already hard and leaking with anticipation. I smirked at his morning eagerness as he tried to flip us but the wall helped prevent it as I braced my hand against it and held his arm down over his head, he struggled but there was no use. His breath labored as I grounded my front into his, rubbing our naked dicks together as he hissed in pleasure at my nibbling, he was just as horny as me.

“I’m going to fuck you one day.” I whispered in his ear before rising off him.

His breathing slowed and I could sense the irritation he gave off as he sat up and grabbed his balls, he tugged them slightly before cocking his head at me with a bright smile that made time slow. His soft shamrock eyes glittered in an expression of laughter that made my heart flutter suddenly, the way they glistened told me so much in so little, he was opening towards me and the fact that they lit up told me he was actually more accepting of me and my conversation. It made me feel like I was floating now as I rose an eyebrow at his attitude this morning, he was in a good mood.

“Why can’t I fuck you?” He asked in a smirking tone, rising to his feet and meeting my eye level.

“Cause I wanna fuck you.” I told him, going to wrap my arms around his waist but he pushed me against the metal table suddenly.

He quickly followed as I braced myself on the table and he went to attacking my neck with aggression, his teeth dug into my neck so lovingly as I groaned and grabbed his left globe tightly, kneading as he grabbed my ass and squeezed it. I moved quickly and lifted him into my arms before moving to the bunk quickly as he wiggled with a throaty laugh to get out my arms, I never fought for what I wanted and the tussling was giving me adrenaline.

I never felt so… alive.

I playfully tweaked his nipple and his laughter continued as he tried to put me in a headlock, making me laugh also. I easily escaped his grasp and returned the favor, actually putting him in a chokehold and giving him a teasing knuckle-sandwich as he decided to go for my knee and get me to the ground. The cell was filled with our laughing as we struggled to dominate one another, I knew if it really came to it, it was going to be an easy win and I’m sure Alex knew that as well. I managed to straddle him with my knee on each side of his hip and his wrist were crossed above his head as I held them with one hand. I reached up and pushed a couple of dreads that came loose from my ponytail holder out of my face with a huff, I smirked at him as he looked up at me with a pleased expression, as if he was actually pleased with me winning our playful wrestle.

“I’m going to fuck you one day.” I reminded him. “Not today… but one day.”

I clicked my pen knob casually before glancing up at Eddie with small uncertainty, he was staring me down with curiosity all over his face, probably because he could see that I was nervous about this. I was basically signing the legal right of my death away with one simple signature, it was odd to believe that Freddie and Barbie or even Tony and Baby had once did this, they had signed their right of legal death away without hesitation.

I clicked my pen again ever so casually before scheming the first rule with the corner of my lip wedged between my teeth. It took convincing to even approach Eddie and Turner but I had did it and I was probably going to regret it, but Mickey had did the rest of the encouraging by saying I could kill everyone and get away with it. I can’t wait to slaughter Justin open for embarrassing me, and I will get away from it, that was all the convincing I needed.

“All vehicles must be approved of by Guard Nelson.” I muttered under my breath before looking up at Turner as he shrugged before going back to his crossword.

“Seven letters, not conscious. “ Turner said read out loud, pursing his lips in thought as he waited for me to sign my signature.

“Weapons over class three are no longer allowed.” I muttered rule two under my breath next before averting my eyes with the idea of changing my mind.

“Unaware.” Eddie said with a small shrug in question, I turned my attention back to them. “Don’t tell me you’re not backing out.” He said upon noticing my hesitation.

“No one did?” I asked with a nervous tugging in my chest, I shouldn’t do this.

“Not that we know of, but you ain’t got much time, that’s supposed to be turned in soon… twenty minutes to be exactly.” Eddie rushed, glancing at his older watch.

I took a heavy breath and scribbled my signature before slipping him the paper, knowing that I had just signed it and there was now no going back without repercussions, this wasn’t how I wanted my life to end but there was also a possibility that it wouldn’t. I was beyond nervous about this whole idea, I would be going up against more than ten other people for my freedom and even better, I had the chance to take someone else out of this hellhole also. I wanted to give Alex the choice at freedom, I’m sure he would be happy about this chance and while he wasn’t my bitch, he was going to be one day and I was prepared to make this decision knowing there was no going back. I had made my mind up, once I get back to my cell, I’m going to ask Alex if he wants to be my passenger driver.

“Even you’re new pretty boy sighed up without a second thought.” Turner said, making me go stiff because I had no clue.

Alex had signed up to race and if he was approved, he’d be racing for his freedom, I was mentally praying that he wouldn’t get approved because I didn’t want to have to kill him to be free. I wouldn’t be able to sit right with myself because I was making a life-changing decision, I would have to kill him to get my freedom… or I would have to die so he would have a chance at his freedom. Not to mention, there were going to be other people also trying to win this race so the outside forces were going to be on our asses as well.

This is not good. This is not good, at all.

Chapter Six

I rolled over and covered Alex with my body as he stretched beside me, we had squeezed into the small bunk and while last night was good, I still hadn’t gotten the chance to get my dick in his ass, but I wasn’t giving up yet. I bit on his neck gently to leave marks so people would know that even though I hadn’t opened his ass yet, he was still mine and I wasn’t going to let anything happen to him. Even though I knew Alex didn’t need my protection, I still felt entitled to that position of power to let everyone know not to fuck with him or they’d receive my wrath. 

Alex groaned and I could feel his hand snake down to grab my anaconda that was already hard and leaking with anticipation. I smirked at his morning eagerness as he tried to flip us but the wall helped prevent it as I braced my hand against it and held his arm down over his head, he struggled but there was no use. His breath labored as I grounded my front into his, rubbing our naked dicks together as he hissed in pleasure at my nibbling, he was just as horny as me.

“I’m going to fuck you one day.” I whispered in his ear before rising off him.

His breathing slowed and I could sense the irritation he gave off as he sat up and grabbed his balls, he tugged them slightly before cocking his head at me with a bright smile that made time slow. His soft shamrock eyes glittered in an expression of laughter that made my heart flutter suddenly, the way they glistened told me so much in so little, he was opening towards me and the fact that they lit up told me he was actually more accepting of me and my conversation. It made me feel like I was floating now as I rose an eyebrow at his attitude this morning, he was in a good mood. 

“Why can’t I fuck you?” He asked in a smirking tone, rising to his feet and meeting my eye level.

“Cause I wanna fuck you.” I told him, going to wrap my arms around his waist but he pushed me against the metal table suddenly.

He quickly followed as I braced myself on the table and he went to attacking my neck with aggression, his teeth dug into my neck so lovingly as I groaned and grabbed his left globe tightly, kneading as he grabbed my ass and squeezed it. I moved quickly and lifted him into my arms before moving to the bunk quickly as he wiggled with a throaty laugh to get out my arms, I never fought for what I wanted and the tussling was giving me adrenaline. 

I never felt so… alive.

I playfully tweaked his nipple and his laughter continued as he tried to put me in a headlock, making me laugh also. I easily escaped his grasp and returned the favor, actually putting him in a chokehold and giving him a teasing knuckle-sandwich as he decided to go for my knee and get me to the ground. The cell was filled with our laughing as we struggled to dominate one another, I knew if it really came to it, it was going to be an easy win and I’m sure Alex knew that as well. I managed to straddle him with my knee on each side of his hip and his wrist were crossed above his head as I held them with one hand. I reached up and pushed a couple of dreads that came loose from my ponytail holder out of my face with a huff, I smirked at him as he looked up at me with a pleased expression, as if he was actually pleased with me winning our playful wrestle.

“I’m going to fuck you one day.” I reminded him. “Not today… but one day.”

“You’re a persistent shit.” He chuckled and squirmed his bulky ass from beneath me.

I opened my mouth to respond but was interrupted with the loud sound of clicking from the locks on the cell doors all giving away at once, I smirked at him before gesturing him to ignore it. I wasn’t down teasing him just yet, he laughed and swatted a very weak grab at him from me as I teasingly licked my bottom lip, he laughed even harder and it was a real throaty laugh that made me smile hard. He backed to the jarred cell door and slipped out but I followed, making another fake grab at him, which he swatted in a flattering manner. His smirk lit a fire in me as I pretended to surrender so I could catch him off guard, he turned around to walk away from me with a faint smirk on his lips. I quickly rushed behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist before lifting him with a little struggle, I managed to lift him perhaps a foot before he wiggled lose with a loud laugh that caught everyone’s attention. All eyes went on us as he laughed and tried to escape me, making me laugh as I tickled along his sides, playfully nipping at his neck. We had skipped breakfast by sleeping in too late but it was now rec time and while I enjoyed teasing him, I had some important business to handle.

I clicked my pen knob casually before glancing up at Eddie with small uncertainty, he was staring me down with curiosity all over his face, probably because he could see that I was nervous about this. I was basically signing the legal right of my death away with one simple signature, it was odd to believe that Freddie and Barbie or even Tony and Baby had once did this, they had signed their right of legal death away without hesitation. 

I clicked my pen again ever so casually before scheming the first rule with the corner of my lip wedged between my teeth. It took convincing to even approach Eddie and Turner but I had did it and I was probably going to regret it, but Mickey had did the rest of the encouraging by saying I could kill everyone and get away with it. I can’t wait to slaughter Justin open for embarrassing me, and I will get away from it, that was all the convincing I needed.

“All vehicles must be approved of by Guard Nelson.” I muttered under my breath before looking up at Turner as he shrugged before going back to his crossword.

“Seven letters, not conscious. “ Turner said read out loud, pursing his lips in thought as he waited for me to sign my signature.

“Weapons over class three are no longer allowed.” I muttered rule two under my breath next before averting my eyes with the idea of changing my mind.

“Unaware.” Eddie said with a small shrug in question, I turned my attention back to them. “Don’t tell me you’re not backing out.” He said upon noticing my hesitation.

“No one did?” I asked with a nervous tugging in my chest, I shouldn’t do this.

“Not that we know of, but you ain’t got much time, that’s supposed to be turned in soon… twenty minutes to be exactly.” Eddie rushed, glancing at his older watch.

I took a heavy breath and scribbled my signature before slipping him the paper, knowing that I had just signed it and there was now no going back without repercussions, this wasn’t how I wanted my life to end but there was also a possibility that it wouldn’t. I was beyond nervous about this whole idea, I would be going up against more than ten other people for my freedom and even better, I had the chance to take someone else out of this hellhole also. I wanted to give Alex the choice at freedom, I’m sure he would be happy about this chance and while he wasn’t my bitch, he was going to be one day and I was prepared to make this decision knowing there was no going back. I had made my mind up, once I get back to my cell, I’m going to ask Alex if he wants to be my passenger driver. 

“Even you’re new pretty boy sighed up without a second thought, what’s his name… Aaron?” Turner said, making me go stiff because I had no clue.

Alex had signed up to race and if he was approved, he’d be racing for his freedom, I was mentally praying that he wouldn’t get approved because I didn’t want to have to kill him to be free. I wouldn’t be able to sit right with myself because I was making a life-changing decision, I would have to kill him to get my freedom… or I would have to die so he would have a chance at his freedom. Not to mention, there were going to be other people also trying to win this race so the outside forces were going to be on our asses as well.

This is not good. This is not good, at all.

“Alex.” I corrected, blinking in disbelief. “He signed up?” I said, still trying to comprehend what he told me.

“Yea, who’s going to be your passenger?” Turner asked, looking up at me as I pursed my lips… I expected Alex but this was a setback.

If it wasn’t going to be him, I don’t want one.

“I don’t need one.” I said, rising to my feet to dismiss myself.

“What about Mautrice?” Vernon asked as he took a seat beside Turner.

Vernon was another member of the gang and his emotions for Turner was rather obvious but Turner was very oblivious to his feelings, and we never tried to key him on. Vernon tended to be the dainty giant with a height of six-three and a very bulky frame, but he was always very timid and never spoke too much, he had been in solitary when Freddie took over the gang. He had been released only three days now but we were glad to have him back on the team, he’s great when it comes to tactics.

“We’re not together.” I informed him, considering he must haven’t heard yet.

“I figured… I heard he fucked Damon yesterday.” I slowly nodded before dismissing myself once more.

I didn’t want to hear about Mautrice’s latest adventures of revenge, I had heard enough and I didn’t care, the only thing I was worried about was the fact that Alex had signed up for the deadliest race, and he didn’t tell me. I guess that’s what really hurts about it, he didn’t tell me anything about participating or I could of warned him of the real dangers. Not only where the other inmates deadly, but the Warden was hell of fucking sneaky and I didn’t trust her one bit, no one did. I didn’t trust that this was going to be a fair race in the first place and there was also an announcement that the Warden will make to everyone after she picks who get to race from the stack of signed waivers and ledgers. 

I know that every large gang leader participates and they’re always chosen so I had no doubt that I’d be racing but as far as Alex being chosen, it would be something sinister that she had planned. I hated the thought that Warden Harper would let him race knowing that I would also be racing, and the objective is to be the last one standing. I would have to kill Alex, and I couldn’t do it mentally, I couldn’t imagine hurting him in any way. Fuck, I’m falling for him faster than I planned and this new information was no good. I had to make sure that Alex understood why he should back out of the race, I didn’t want anything to happen to him because of me. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.

I was annoyed and I wanted to talk to him about it, I

HAD

to talk to him about it.

“No.” Alex deadpanned, brushing me off as I huffed and looked up to the ceiling pleadingly. “End of discussion.”

“Not for me, it isn’t.” I warned, moving closer as he leaned against the bolted metal table.

“You’re not the boss of me,” Alex reminded me,“ I’m not a part of your stupid gang.“ He said with his lip curled.

My anger boiled as I turned to face him and crossed my arms over my chest, who the hell does he think he is? Alex rose an eyebrow up at me in a challenging way and I felt a surge of excitement as I reached up and pushed a stray dread from in front of my face before turning to stare out the window. His disrespectful ass mouth was cute when he wanted it to be, but now wasn’t the time to ridicule him, I need to talk to Warden Harper.

I turned away from him and looked over my shoulder as he cocked his head and made a small throaty noise, I stared at him for an extra moment before feeling annoyance and stalking away. This asshole didn’t see that I was trying to help him, he thought I was just trying to be a macho man and that wasn’t the sake, I was literally saving his life! I hated this power struggle sometimes because he always felt like I was trying to out-power him at times when I simply wanted what was best for his feisty ass.

I need to have a private conversation with Warden Harper right now. I bit my lip as I focused on my many thoughts, there had to be a way to fix this before the storm started, before the race began and every man was for himself. I walked down the steps that led to the pod cafeteria, I walked to the nearest guard, who just happened to be Officer Mariah, and her smile grew as she cocked her head at me fondly. As much as I wouldn’t enjoy Alex and I having a threesome with her again, that would have to wait until another day.

“I need to to talk to Warden Harper.” I told her with no room for an explanation or rebuttal.

Harper was going to see me now or I was going to march my ass to her office myself and demand a conversation, it’s however she wants to handle it. Officer Mariah hesitated momentarily but a curt look made her radio to Warden Harper as I patiently listened into their conversation, and after Officer Mariah told Warden Harper that I wanted to talk to her, she eagerly summoned me.

I allowed Officer Mariah to grab me as she led me to the main door that led to the rec yard, she unlocked the door with a specific key before allowing me to walk outside first and shutting the door behind her. She grabbed onto my wrist and held tightly as I stood patiently, I took the chance to observe her in the skintight uniform she was wearing, the way it gripped her thighs and fat ass, she looked delicious.

“This way.” Officer Mariah told me, pulling me in the direction of another building.

I knew exactly where I was headed, it was to Warden Harper’s new office that she had moved too it’s private location, closer to the racetrack and she could also look out at the water if she chose. The walk there was swift and I was thankful because the sun was very hot today, and there wasn’t a natural breeze from the ocean today, it was hot as fuck this afternoon and I was ready to get somewhere cooler. We entered her office and I was immediately flooded with old memories, the pictures in old magazines, it reminded me of a rustic business office.

“Warden Harper, Mr. Marcus is here to speak with you.” Officer Mariah called and listened for a reply.

“Send him in.” I pulled myself away from Officer Mariah’s grip and led my own way to Warden Harper’s office.

She was seated at her desk when I pushed the door open, I paused and sized her up considering it’s been nearly a year since I last saw her at the race that Freddie had won fair and square with his chubby boyfriend we called Barbie. Her hair used to be blonde but now she was a deep-blue eyed brunette with luscious curves from having three children, the first one being a girl that she had with Tony and the other two being father-less from a couple of inmates she fucked in her spare time.

Her breast were a c-cup now as they had swollen with milk once more, dark circles lined her face as she looked up at me with a forced smile that didn’t meet her tired eyes. She stood up and tapped her desk curiously while placing her other hand on her budding stomach, patiently waiting for me to start the conversation. She was wearing a black woman’s suit that with the blazer left unbutton for her belly, she was probably six months or so and it made me curl my lip in disgust because I knew exactly who she was fucking around the time she got pregnant, every one knew.

She placed her hands on her wide hips and rose an eyebrow in question. “Marcus.” She greeted me with my last name.

“Harper.” I said, pushing my hands into my pockets and moved closer to her desk as I debated how to start the conversation. “I need to use my favor.”

She squinted at me curiously before pausing to gesture me to continue, she was curious to know what I needed.

“Take Alexander out the race.” I ordered, not being polite in any sense.

“Your cellmate Alexander?” She asked with a raised eyebrow to which I nodded. “Can’t do.”

“Why not?” I asked, raising my own eyebrow with questioning now, as well as irritation.

“Because then that defeats the fun.” She smirked, easing around the desk and leaning against it as I watched her every move closely. “Two love-birds have to fight it out for freedom.”

“Do it.” I ordered with anger now, she was trying to humor me and I wasn’t impressed.

“Or what? You’re gonna hurt me? Booo-hooo , I’m so scared !” She joked with a loud laugh.

“Yeah, you should be.” I said, cocking my head at her as she smirked at me. “You always wanted all your children to grow up with a father, right?”

Her smile fell a little but she quickly fixed it as she rolled her eyes, pretending to be careless of my threat.

“He’s a liability to the VL Gang anyway.” I decided with a shrug, showing her that I didn’t mind knocking the prison census down by one number. “You’re choice.”

“The names are already in, all I could do is grant him a warden release order.” She informed me, glaring at me now but I could see the amusement in her eyes. “Or grant you one.”

“Then do it.” I shrugged, I didn’t care what she did but I didn’t want to race Alex… I didn’t want him to race at all.

“It’s not that easy.” She smirked, taking a flirtatious step closer. “I always want something in return.”

“Name your price.” I told her with no hesitation because it would be worth it, and her smile only grew as she bit her lip and gave me a greedy look.

Chapter Seven

I opened my eyes and groaned as I raised my head to wipe the sleepiness out of my eyes, I frowned as I rose up and looked down at Alex while he laid sleeping beneath me, I usually wake up under him but this morning was different. I smirked at his relaxed expression before leaning down and gently pecking his lips, he was softly breathing through them as they laid plump and slightly parted, parted enough to where my tongue could fit between them. I slurped along his tongue and he stirred and a soft moan escaped him, making my muscles tighten as a shiver caressed me from my head to my toes. 

I never felt so alive…

“Good morning.” I groaned groggily in his ear, knowing that it makes his morning wood twitch with excitement, and it did just that against mine.

“You’re teasing me.” He groaned quietly in a husky voice, making me smirk.

“Payback.” I reasoned, pushing my hard log against his aching one, he wanted release last night but I brushed him off in a teasing manner. 

“For?” He asked, cocking his head in such a masculine way.

I didn’t reply as I pushed my dick against his once more before getting up to relieve my bladder, it was starting to really cramp my stomach. I groaned as my flow slowly lessened and I peeked over my shoulder to see that Alex was sitting up while staring in the distance, his mind was somewhere else. It made me curious but I didn’t push the idea of talking to him just yet, I was still angry about him deciding to join the race without talking to me first. However, he also wasn’t part of the VL Gang so there wasn’t much I could do about in-gang punishment, I’d have to treat him like an outsider. That stung…

“What’s wrong?” Alex asked suddenly, his eyes snapping to me suddenly, it was freaky but sexy.

“Why did you join the race?” I asked, stuffing my soft dick away and pulling the elastic strings of my uniform bottoms to tighten the waist snuggly.

I flushed the toilet while waiting for an answer, I curtly glanced at Alex while waiting for an answer still, he wasn’t going to talk and somehow, I expected that already. I didn’t intimidate him enough and that irritated me but also excited me, he wasn’t a simple push over like everyone else I fucked. Something about him has me so intrigued, and I couldn’t pinpoint what it was… maybe it was all of him that stole my attention so quickly, he had me on the verge of sacrificing my love just for a piece of him. It made me sour inside, I hate being sour inside. I nibbled on my lip as I took a seat beside him and still waited for him to answer my question, even when I was positive I wasn’t going to get a reply, he was so fucking stubborn… I like it.

“Why you join?” He asked curtly with a raised eyebrow, making me purse my lips in debate.

“I killed two men, beat up five other ones.” I shrugged, looking at his face to determine his expression, he seem pretty calm for the information he found out just now.

“Why?” He pressed, making me smile a little as he cocked his head and looked at me with a cracking smirk. “They stole your fruity pebbles?” He joked, rolling his eyes.

It was warm to see this side of him and while many others would of been offended, I couldn’t help but smile at his sad humor, his shoulder-length hair was wet from moisturizer and it reminded me of the day I saw him on the bus… how scrumptious he looked in that moment. I took the time to clear my mind of desires and shrugged sourly, should I tell him? Can I trust him considering he hasn’t told me his story? Can he be trusted?

“Nah… they took my niece.” I sighed, remembering the shock I felt at the news… as if it was yesterday.

“L-Lloyd… baby, please… I’m sorry.” The pop of the gun was sharp and loud, spooking everyone in the vicinity as my bestfriend grunted and cupped his neck with wide eyes.

I quickly tucked my gun as he stumbled backwards and leaned against the stone wall, it was past midnight and the sound of crickets going quiet had knocked me from my trace as it dawned on me what really just happened. I was agitated, I was angry that this was happening to me right now. I kicked the collapsed body that had gone cold already, I couldn’t control myself as I punched Dominic Symon as he laid slumped in the ally way. I heard a siren whirl and quickly fled the scene, jogging slowly as the cop car quickly sped past me without a second thought. 

I licked my lips as I stopped pretending to be on a late jog and walked coolly, headed to my next destination. I rapped twice on the back of the trap-house, pausing as I heard scuffing then it going completely quiet, I knew she was answering the door. I pulled the S&W tucked in the waist of my snug joggers just as the door swung open aggressively, I pointed it and fired without hesitation as a scream was heard immediately. I dropped the gun and stared at the person laying face down, Amanda screamed aggressively as she cupped Tiffany Symon’s head and looked at me in shock.

“Where is she?” I asked, staring at Amanda while patiently waiting for an answer.

The two people I trusted the most had went behind my back for a couple of hundreds, they had betrayed me by taking my niece for the rival gang in exchange for $1,500 and a pound of ice. Marissa shakenly stumbled to me as she looked at Tiffany’s dropped body, she had her hands tied tightly behind her back as she trembled in fear. Her big brown eyes were the size of saucers as her bottom lip quivered, she wasn’t at the age to comprehend what was happening but she was old enough to understand that it wasn’t anything good. 

They had awaken the demon I had buried deep inside, a demon I had hoped would never resurface now that I was facing the age of thirty-five… but here I was, feeling like I was fifteen all over again. It was the first time I had taken a life at the order of my Mama’s boyfriend… I was so shaken up and afraid afterward but as time went on, I learned to cope and finally the millions of dead faces before me stopped showing up in my dreams. My phone buzzed frantically, drawing my attention from the others in the house. I fished my phone out as I stepped over Tiffany’s body and grabbed Marissa’s hand to guide her out the house, my main goal was to get my niece to safety… I had failed.

“My bestfriend had sold me out to get killed, and turned around and kidnapped my niece for some bullshit price…” I explained, shrugging carelessly because of the outcome.

 I was where I meant to be. At least, that’s what I believed for the longest but this race was the chance to live again, I wanted to take it just like everyone else.

“Sorry.” Alex muttered, and once more, I shrugged.

I had clamped up and there was no unclamping me, it rarely happened that I would want to distance myself from anyone, definitely someone I felt entuned with all the time. Maybe I wasn’t meant to leave this hellhole after all, I was meant to rot here like everyone else, but it was worth the try. I glanced over at Alex as he remained silent, his eyes glossed over as if he was zoned out with the information I had told him, he was obviously bothered.

“How old was she?”

“Twelve…” I whispered, resting my elbows on my knees as I started at the tiles closely, something I would any time Mautrice would go on a rant.

Alex flinched and peeked at me out the corner of his eye to see if I caught his reaction, and I had. I cut my eyes away from him before rising to my feet to dismiss myself, I couldn’t take these four walls no more and the race was cutting close, I needed to see about my ride being ready in time and to think about my next step. I walked past Alex as he stayed seated, obviously deep in thought once more.

“How old is she now?” He asked suddenly, making me pause as I stood at the cell door.

I couldn’t tell him, I shouldn’t tell him… I’m too embarrassed and sorry to tell him that she had died that night in a shootout, that I held her limp, tiny body the entire time in a state of shock. The entire time the paramedics were trying to release my grip on her, I stared in shock. As my brother and his baby-mother screamed in agony of their lose, I stared in shock. I was in a deep state of shock and disbelief, this wasn’t happening… this couldn’t be happening. I had lost the most precious thing in my life, my sweet niece that meant the world to me. They had took her from me and pinned me with a case, one that I fully accepted with no remorse for the people killed in return… they

deserved

it. 

Instead of answering, I exited the cell and looked at Twinkie, who was just turning into the hallway and I mentally groaned… I wasn’t in the mood today. Twinkie smiled innocently at me but I bypassed him without a glance and I could feel his confused gaze on me as I mentally told myself not to break, don’t crack. My eyes became glossy as I exited the pod and stepped into the daylight, it was bright outside and it was a comforting warmth that I needed that blanketed me, I walked with a vengeance, determined to get to the garage with enough time to make any corrections to the car before tomorrow.

Tomorrow was the day… the race will take place…

my last race.

“Whenever you’re ready, whenever you’re ready…”

I lifted the lid of my 2010 Dodge Challenger and propped it with a metal pole before looking at the inside conditioning, the engine was pretty well since the last race with Freddie and Barbie taking it for three spins. I stepped back at the sound of someone walking close to me, I glanced over my shoulder to see that Eddie had walked him, he looked shocked to see me before he nodded slowly and tiny smile cracked on his face.

“I heard the news…” He said, looking pretty pleased. 

I ignored his comment that I was sure had to do with the entire Harper ordeal, I turned my attention back to the engine before me before looking at Eddie with a raised eyebrow, wanting to know the latest about the challenger that I would be handling. The front of the challenger had been reinforced with much thicker push bars for bumping other cars, the windshield had been replaced since the last one had gotten shattered during the final race. The only major change to the car since Freddie’s last drive was remodeling of the back, there was a now a few mini-guns and assault rifles instead of a M61 Vulcan, he had expected me to have a passenger… but I didn’t. I licked my lips and nodded my appreciation to Eddie for his help before holding my hand out to him with gratitude, it was the least I can do since he had been up every day and night to make sure it was ready.

“Whenever you’re ready, whenever you’re ready…”

“Only thing left is to change the oil… I was just about to go eat, I skipped breakfast.” Eddie explained.

“I can do that, don’t worry about it.” I told him, shooing him off with a swift pat on the pack. “Thank you for everything, seriously.”

“Can we? Can we… surrender?”

I looked at Alex as he stood at the entrance of the cubby, I don’t know how long he was standing there but he had snuck up on me as usual, he was a quiet little fucker that moved with silent grace whenever he walked. He was standing by the small radio playing my favorite song, I walked to where most of the tools were oily in a dirty toolbox, I was a man that enjoyed getting down and dirty so it was no harm to me to grab a wrench and the available oil pan sitting in the corner, waiting to be used. I walked to where all the stuff was set aside and grabbed the oil filter to unbox it, glancing over at Alex as he stared at the radio in a distant thought, but it also appeared that he was enjoying the song. I had heard the song previously a couple of days earlier and immediately fell in love with it, it explained this situation perfectly… why wouldn’t Alex just surrender? Not just his body, but also his heart, I wanted him to surrender to me and the love I wanted to cherish him with. I never wanted to love someone so badly before.

“You need help?” He asked suddenly, and I started to decline his assistance but I decided that he would make the process quicker.

“Sure.” I said, walking back to my ride.

I sat the oil collecting pan on the ground and scooted it under the car a little before turning to where there was a small stack of blankets that were used for numerous things, I grabbed one from the top and plopped it on the floor. I sat down on it and looked around to make sure I had everything I needed at the moment.

“I have a brother…” Alex said suddenly, making me pause as I sat in front of the car.

He eased closer to me and sat down on the blanket beside me, I wasn’t sure what exactly to respond to him just yet because something told me that wasn’t all that he was about to tell me. I nervously licked my lips as he grabbed the wrench and I sat the clean oil filter aside where it wouldn’t get dirtied before looking back at him, waiting for him to continue.

“My mom died when I was eighteen from a heroin overdose, she was pregnant with my brother, Paz.” Alex continued as I leaned back and slipped under the car beside him, scooting the oil pan in place as he loosened the drainage nut. “I was a knuckle-head, doing nothing but illegal shit to make ends meet for her, I didn’t have a choice.” 

I listened as he told me his backstory while also watching closely to make sure he didn’t mess up on doing my oil change, which I was actually supposed to be doing but I let him take over. 

“My brother has cerebral palsy… he turned twelve yesterday…” Alex explained, making me go stiff as I’m sure my own history triggered him a little, no wonder he had became so quiet suddenly.

“Can we? Can we… surrender?”

I felt sad at the thought that Alex was trying to get to his brother that had cerebral palsy, no wonder he was determined to race, he had to get home.

He must get home.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, turning my head sideways to look directly at him.

He stared at me quietly, his eyes slightly glassy as if he had cried a little and that ached me down to the core, I hated the thought of him being sad. I admired his beauty, the way those beautiful shamrock eyes glittered in the light and the way those soft strands of jet-black hair fell across his face so angelic, he was a masterpiece. I eased closer, feeling a soft tug as he leaned closer as well and the next thing I knew, his gentle lips brushed mine and I didn’t hesitate to engage the kiss. His mouth covered mine as he released a soft moan that I barely heard, but that didn’t stop me as I nibbled on his bottom lip, making him grunt in desire of the sensation. 

I wanted to make him feel good one last time, before everything went to hell.

Chapter Eight

The sun beamed brightly as I pushed the gas petal as hard as I could, switching on the oil lever and laughing hard as I watched Calvin from the Renegades car flip sideways. I hit the curve smoothly as the sight of the finish line neared, this was my last round… this was it. I spotted Alex’s Charger creeping up in the distance, making a sour sensation in my stomach as I neared the finish line before twisting the last curve successfully, I hydroplaned it smoothly and dodged the wreckage left behind from a missile colliding with the Vipers’ signature car. I took a heavy breath as I glanced in the rearview mirror to see the Charger still approaching, making me smile lightly at his effort, but it was no match for the turbo I had cheatingly used.

It was finally down to Alexander and I, and my heart was doing backflips knowing what was about to happen, one of us was going to die.

“Can we? Can we… surrender?”

I felt a shockwave rush my body at the sight of the black and white checkered banner hanging just above the dark overpass, the loud cheering had vanished from my ears as I listened to the song that had started playing in the car. I felt a wave of anxiety, a wave of depression, a wave of… every emotion in the world as my foot unknowingly started pushing hard on the brake. I blinked a few times to stop myself from going into autopilot as I looked in the rearview once more at the sight of the missile launcher being used by one of Harper’s guards prepared itself to hit Alex’s car. I glanced beside me and smiled at Mickey as he looked at me with a teary face, his eyes were both blackened and we had gagged him to keep him from catching attention… I thank Freddie for the idea of dark tint on the windows.

“I surrender…”

     Alexander

I pushed the wheelchair up to the movie stand and tucked my hands in my pockets, glancing around and shivering as the snow fluttered around, the street had been painted a soft white with the Christmas lights twinkling in the distance, it was elegant. Even dressed in two sweaters and a pair of thick pants and snow boots, the thirty-three degrees was something no one talked about in the winter wonderland. I never knew it got so cold in Michigan sometimes, and sometimes it was even colder than this! I glanced up at the different signs that was hanging on one of the entrances, I grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and pushed it closer to the window with a ticket worker scribbling in a few numbers on the sheet of paper. I waved kindly at her as she glanced at me before returning it, I pulled the front of my mask down and leaned close enough so she could hear me.

“I need three tickets to Batman, please.” I told her.

“Alright, that’ll be $41.11.” She said, making me nod slowly as I reached to grab my wallet from my back pocket.

“Here.” A grumpy voice muttered before a hand went beside my head and handed the lady a fifty-dollar bill.

“Out… of… fifty?” The worker looked confused as she looked between us, but I ignored her as I turned to look at Lloyd, who looked more comfortable than me. 

Believe it or not, his ass was dressed in a white tee with a simple throw-on jacket, his jeans were tucked into his shoes as he stood, waiting patiently for the tickets without a worry in the world, these damn Michiganders are way too used to cold weather. I shook my head at the sight of him with a simple eye roll but deep down I was glad he had gotten off work in time to meet me at the movies like he promised. Paz and I had arrived early enough to get three tickets and step aside until Lloyd arrive so he could see the movie with us, and because Paz adored Lloyd as much as I did, he insisted that Lloyd had to come. 

“Thanks.” I said, grabbing the wheelchair handles as Paz eagerly smiled at the sight of Lloyd. “Look who’s here, Paz.”

“Like I promised.” Lloyd smirked, walking in front of us to open the door for me and Paz, who was now wheelchair bound.

I pulled Paz to a sitting area and dismissed myself to get some theatre snacks while they conversated about who knows, Paz truly enjoyed conversating with Lloyd all the time and I wasn’t sure why, Lloyd was annoying at many times. However, he had only grew on me more and more as the days went by, and I was glad that he had chose to come spend some free time with Paz and I. 

“Hey, can I get a medium popcorn with extra butter, some nachos, and a KitKat, please?” I ordered. “Oh, and two large Pepsi, thanks.”

“Sure, $39.20.” I nodded while grimacing on the inside at the prices here, that’s ridiculous but I’m not surprised. 

I took my receipt and walked back to where Paz and Lloyd were sitting, Lloyd was questioning Paz about his new blankets that Lloyd had gifted him, considering I had accidentally bleached the last ones. He’s a life saver at times, believe it if you will. 

“We’re going to be in room 13… you two can go while I wait on the stuff.” I informed them while gesturing to one of the workers preparing our order.

“Alright, we’ll go save some seats.” Lloyd smiled, making me smile back at him before leaning forward and lowering the front of my mask once more.

The kiss was quick and clean, probably almost unnoticed if someone wasn’t paying attention, and that’s how I liked his public kisses. I watched as Lloyd pushed Paz down a hallway that led to our designated area, making me smile at the sight of Lloyd helping me and the fact that he was here right now was intoxicating. I knew he had promised but even I had second guessed him at first since he arrived later than our original time planned, but he was here after all and I was grateful that I didn’t have to break that news to Paz, it would sadden him. The thought of Lloyd being around forever made me smile.

Lloyd Marcus, himself, makes me

smile

.

“Order 238?” I jerked out of my thoughts and glanced at me receipt.

I walked forward and thanked the worker as I took the disposable tray they had provided for us, I walked down the same hallway as Lloyd and Paz and entered the theatre room as the previews played. I glanced around to see it wasn’t very packed yet, and I was thankful because I didn’t want to fight to get past people that would crowd in once the movie actually started. Lloyd had picked a lower spot and I moved to where they were sitting with Paz slightly blocking the walkway with his wheelchair, oh well, they’ll have to deal with it.

“Popcorn?” I asked, handing it to Lloyd and he thanked me before pulling his mask off and popping a piece in his mouth.

“Oh, extra buttery, you know me so well.” He chuckled lowly, sending vibrations through my stocky body.

“Yeah, you’re the only one that eats all that cholesterol.” I joked back, amazed with how I really opened up with him.

“You’re my cholesterol.” He whispered to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle. 

“And you’re my blood pressure.” I chuckled in response, swatting him in the chest before opening Paz’s KitKat for him.

“Fair enough.” Lloyd responded.

I surrender to him… not just physically, but mentally, emotionally and  intimately .

        The End of The Prison Bait Series

Song:

Surrender, Natalie Taylor