"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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"7 months, 4 days. Celebrating her to my Hearts content."
AUGUST 5th
Pavilon Federal Prison
"This way." The officer shoved me in the back quickening my steps. Yesterday I was transferred and brought back to this filthy hell hole. We walk through the seemingly dark hallway filled with jail cells on either sides with inmates everywhere who would kill for anything. Just a fresh breath of air. I'm here because of her. I'm here because she's refused to be with me and has chosen that piece of shit over me. It's always the boss over the employee.
You will have her soon. As soon as I get out of here.
" speed it up fucker!" The talk man with the scrunny build shoved me. I roll my shoulders, a growl rumbling within me. Keys jiggle as the officer unlocks the bars at the end of the hallway. We walked for however long it took going through another hallway and then we stopped in front of a office door. With the fucking logo of the bureau on it. The officer knocks and a deep voice answered. "Come on in." The door opened and I'm shoved into the space. My hands were still locked in handcuffs behind my back. I strain my eyes trying to adjust to the dim lit in the room. The room was small. A desk, and two chairs in the opposite end. A silhouette of a man, sitting in the chair. His back facing me. It's been five fucking months in this shitty place. The food taste awful. The toilets are funky and I have to fight every night for the bed I sleep on because apparently I'm not allowed to sleep. All because of her. This is all because of her! I breathe heavily. Rushed breaths part my lips as I stare at the anonymous being in the chair. A puff of smoke floating in the air every few minutes. "Who are you?!" I demanded, my patience running out. The man chuckled and slowly turned around in the spinning chair. "Nathaniel Blankson. Just the man I wanted to see, I have a deal for you." He said.
" what the fuck could you possibly offer me?"
"The woman of your dreams and revenge on The Padmore's for taking everything you ever had."
"Don't fucking play with me." I muttered under my breath. Glaring at him.
"You don't scare me Nathaniel. We both want something. Revenge, I thought it would be nice to help you with yours." He said, a mischievous smile on his lips.
"I don't even know you and you don't know what the fuck you're talking about."
"Play your cards right, and I will have you out of here sooner."Was all he said and my ears perked up. As much I hate that he caught my attention. I really want to get out of here and go back to my love. The only woman who could ever make me feel like I'm someone.
