Prison Chic #1st book of the Chics series (EDITING)

Chapter 2

As the title clearly says, I am in the middle of editing this story. I have to notify you that I am not the best writer in history and I'm sure as hell not the best editor.

But still, I got spunk ;p

So as for this chapter, it's edited... but still, point out any mistakes.

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The buzzing sound of the prison gate jerked Joanna to reality. She couldn't believe the whole week she was allowed before admission was finished.

She had spent that whole time training to be a man, or a "hunky" man, as Mark so very nicely put it. She didn't think she'll fool anyone, but this was her only shot at living.

"Jo, Are you listening?" Mark's voice came from her right side. "Yeah." She lied, but then she always lied, because she hated being a trouble case of charity, and right then, she sure as hell was.

She was also aware that he was covering the fact that he was scared of the situation. Mark was in as much trouble as she was, but being the lawyer he is, he was good at hiding it. And yet, she had no time to worry about him at the moment.

They were was inside the prison entrance in front of the front desk. A guard in a dark blue suit had already taken her belonging. She was allowed to take books and her underwear, which were all men's.

Well, almost men's, because Mark made a special flannel shirt for her, which was designed to press in the tiny mounds that revealed her... Feminine side.

Like a corset, she thought. But instead of enhancing her curves it only hid it away.

She was never happier that she wasn't as developed as Kim-Kardashian type of women.

No, she was five feet eight, which was considered tall for a female but kind of tiny for a male, but she could work with that. And her body consisted of bones and muscles, seeing that she spent most of her salary on gyms and boxing classes.

"Look, all you have to do is lay low, talk less, and for God's sake stay out of troubles." Marked said, pressing on the last part, "They'll be a lot of bad people there; you have a pretty face so you might hear the most absurd things. Just ignore them. And under no circumstances, DO NOT ALLOW ANYONE TO SEXUALLY HARRAS YOU or you'll be exposed, and that the secret you must protect with your life, or loose it in the process!" Mark instructed her in a low, serious voice as he grasped her shoulders in his hands and looked into her eyes. "Do you understand, couse?" He added and Joanna nodded slowly.

"Ok. Good. Now your name on paper will be Joan Cage..." 

"Wait, You used my mother's last name?" Joanna interrupted, glaring at him with annoyed eyes. Her mother was the last thing she wanted to think of at the moment.

"Yes, it is the perfect cover. I can't as well call you Joan Blake, the mob have already started looking for you and with that name they'll find you soon enough!" Mark hissed, "It was the only way I could finish your papers with the court. And this way, no one will know where the hell you are".

Joanna stared at him for a long moment before she said, "How did you pull that anyway?" she asked the question that has been nagging her the whole time. She didn't ask before because she was too ashamed to. But curiosity was killing her.

"What do you mean?" 

"Covering me as a male, Mark?" she clarified.

"Oh, that." He smiled. The infamous arrogant smile of Mark Boyed. "I just turned the letter F to M in you file." He winked at her.

Joanna didn't laugh, "sometimes I think that YOU are a part of the fucking secret organization." Joanna cursed and smiled slightly before her tone turned serious, "Mark, I know you don't want to hear this, but..." she swallowed, "Thank you for every..." 

"No no no, please stop.." Mark shushed her, shaking his head slowly.

"Just let me finish, Ok!" She frowned, gathering her courage once more as she said, "I know I wasn't the perfect sister your mom wished me to be to you. I couldn't thank her properly before she... passed away, even after all the crap I put your family through." She took a deep breath, this was not easy for her, "I am forever in debt to you and forever grateful for having a cousin like you. You.... Well, you stuck with me through it all, Mark. And I have no idea why the hell you did, and... and even now when your life is also in danger. You...." She dragged a long, heavy breath and swallowed the lump that formed cruelly in her throat before she continued, "..You never cease to amaze me."

Mark gave her one of his bear hugs once she was done. "You are most welcome, Jo.'" He said and crushed her in more. "I wouldn't have done it any other way."

He released her and all humor in his eyes disappeared. " Now tell me," he said, "who are you?" He asked, staring hard at her emerald sets of eyes.

"What?" Joanna said, confused.

He shook his head disapprovingly, "You must be ready when anyone asks you this question inside." He jerked his head to the waiting gate.

"Who. Are. You?"

Joanna realized what he was saying whens he replayed, "John, john cage."

"Why are you in here?" he asked.

Joanna fiddled with the hem of her large black cotton shirt.

"Why, Jo?"

"Because I fucking kicked some ass!" she snapped at him, making him nod and chuckle at her outburst.

He released his grip on her shoulders slowly and sat back, smiling warmly at her.

"You be good, alright?" he said.

"Ok." 

"Any problems call me, if I'm not there, Kevin, the security guard will help you out. Got it?" 

"Ahha." Joanna managed to breath it out. 

"And whatever happens, you stay alive. You got that?" he leaned in and grabbed her for another bear hug. Seriously, this guy was too sensitive.

"I might manage that if you'll stop crushing my bones like this." She grunted painfully, and Mark released her and laughed.

Joanna could see the sparkles in his eye. Damn it, the man was about to cry and she will not set and watch it happen.

"It's time" A guard was standing in front of them. His posture rigged and his built was huge.

"This is Kevin." Mark told her in a low pointed tone and she nodded. This was the guard who Mark knew.

This was the only one in this place who'd know her true identity.

Joanna stood up, brushing off the shiver that ran through her body as reality struck her.

She was in deep shit. More than she'd ever been. And she'd been in A-Lot!

 She turned away from Mark and walked with the guard, to the gate of the ADX Florence prison. Or as some people liked call it: Hell on earth.

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