The Course of True Love - Book l

Guarma - Savagery Unleashed

Minnie toyed with the loose skin around her wrists as her shackles had been removed after her second day of imprisonment. Managing to stay as close to John as she could, hopelessly holding on to the one person who kept her faith and hope in Arthur and the rest of the gang as best as she could. Even though she felt as if she deserved hanging by the neck for her crimes, she felt like she at least did not deserve to rot in a prison. She had been treated as if she were a man, her gender playing no role in how the other inmates looked at her, except for the fact that she was a woman and had the one thing that any desperate man wanted when they couldn't get it... However, most of the men had forgotten who she was and what she was capable of, but got a quick reminder after their first try while the other half kept their distance after seeing what she could do.

"This is like hell on earth." She sighed as she sat next to John in the mess hall, finally getting the chance to talk to him for more than a few seconds.

"I think that's the point," John sighed. "We've been here for three days and you've already caught another charge." He chuckled.

"You understand why, don't you?" She giggled, referring to the brawl that had taken place that morning after a desperate man had tried to put his hands on her for his own pleasure that he had been seeking.

"Oh, I saw why! If Arthur would've been here... Oh, God. I can't even think about it." He shook his head.

"He'd kill 'em quicker than me, for sure!"

"That you're right."

"Minnie Barlow." A deep voice said from across the table. Looking up, she saw two men whom she would presume to have never seen again.

"Ryder, Sob," She scoffed. "Surprised you're not dead yet."

"Sob?" John asked, his tone baffled.

"Yeah, it stands for son of a bitch because he has a pussy-ass name, so I figured Sob was more fittin'." She smirked.

"How's it feel to be on the other side of a wanted poster?" Sob growled.

"Pretty good, I guess." She shrugged.

"You're damn lucky this table's between us," He taunted. "Because I'd love nothin' more than to knock your teeth out of your damn skull."

"I'm right here," She arched a brow, a smirk toying at her lips as she heard John mumble 'here we go...' from beside her. "What's stoppin' ya? Because I know this table ain't nothin' to you."

He grit his teeth as he reached over the table, grabbing her uniform by the collar and pulling her effortlessly over the table as John tried to grab her legs to keep her on his side. "You little whore. You ruined my life. Got me and him in here for life, you did," He hissed. "You really think you could've just gotten away with not seeing us ever again?"

"Yeah." She mocked.

"Well guess what? Cleet and Joe are still out there, just waiting for my call. One of these days, they're gonna get you and rob you of everything you got." He threatened.

"Yeah, because they ran off with Micah when all that shit went down. You two were dumb enough to stay." She scoffed as he pulled her closer.

"They're waiting for my call." He repeated.

"Yeah? And what's that? Seems like you can't do shit within this shithole."

"I got my ways. I've been waitin' to get my hands on you."

"Keep waitin'." She arched a brow before using her hands that were gripped around his wrists to trail to his face, pressing her thumbs into his eyes before curling her core to bring her legs in front of her, using her feet to push against his groin before he fell onto his back, holding his face. She glanced over at Ryder, whose jaw was dropped at the action as she used an empty mess tray to splay it across his face as a bundle of guards rushed to stop the fight.