Prison Bait: Lloyd: Surrender

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.