The Cage (Book 2)

Transaction

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Transaction

"Wait, you can't do this!" I protested with knotted eyebrows. My body had a mind of its own; my hand shot out and gripped the bespectacled guy by the elbow, hard, effectively stopping him from going down on his knees.

He glanced over his shoulder and up at me. Without his glasses, he looked different. Younger. Almost 'innocent'. I searched for a sign that told me he didn't really want to do this, but had to for both our sakes, but there was none. Only cold, hard determination was reflected in his eyes. He looked back at his... task. There was no stopping him.

Nor could I make sense of it.

Bewildered, I let go of his elbow. My hand fell to my side.

"You can turn around if you can't stomach watching," he said with a soft voice.

My heart squeezed.

And then, for my benefit, he said, "We don't have much of a choice. He's a block chief. If I don't do this, we'll get thrown in solitary."

I refused to believe that there wasn't any other choice. And there was no 'We' involved here, just him taking on the burden of getting us out of trouble all on his own.

I glanced up and saw a rather sickening sight. The 'block chief' had already whipped out his cock through his zipper hole. I immediately averted my gaze - this time I wouldn't allow any stranger's dick to scar my memory - but not before a shiver rocked me like an earthquake.

I'd always wondered how anyone could treat such an intimate act with such cold practicality. This wasn't like whipping out your dick and taking a piss at a public urinal; this was as a sex act! They were being so... so... transactional about it. I'll blow you if you let us go; that was the deal here.

Even if I felt like I had no choice, there was no way I'd succumb so quickly. I'd go down fighting.

"I won't let you do this." I declared, my hands fisting at my sides. I was ready to throw hands if need be, wisdom and logic be damned.

The block chief laughed derisively, his mustache trembling. And it wasn't the only thing of his that was shaking.

It's like a sausage peeking out of a bun.

"Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?"

Silently, I reached into my pocket. I had dropped it when I nearly plucked Schenider's eye out, but I'd retrieved it from under a cafeteria table before I was promptly escorted out.

"I already told you who I am. You're really gonna make me do this?" My hand closed around it in my pocket, cold and solid.

"I don't care whose bitch you are." The guard declared. And then his mocking grin widened. "Unless you're mine."

"Fuck you."

I glanced at the escort Schneider had sent with me. He was still huddled in the same corner, unmoving. It was clear as day he wasn't going to be much help here.

Apparently, this was up to me.

So be it.

I glanced at the block chief's belt, and for a moment, my eyes were fixed to the shiny black gun holstered at his side. I needed to move quickly.

Pulling the shank out of my pocket, I lunged.

****

Schneider's P.O.V

Once the riot finally calmed down and the cafeteria was quiet save for the groaning inmates strewed across the floor, Cade leaned in and whispered in my ear, "There's a message from your brother."

Schneizel. As always, any mention of him made my chest tighten. I missed him, more than I thought I would.

"Not here."

My eyes swept across the carnage left by the inmates. The cafeteria was all but destroyed, nearly all its tables wrecked, and it now needed refurbishment if it was going to be used again, and refurbishment took time and money.

Dammit, I was going to have a word with the inmates about excessively violent riots. This was a prison for god's sake; it wasn't like we had a lot of amenities to begin with. No one I talked to even knew why this riot started.

We exited the cafeteria, headed for the hideout. The blasted alarms were finally silent. I hated the damned things, and sometimes entertained the idea of getting rid of them, but they served a purpose even I couldn't deny.

Since every inmate was back in their cell on account of the place being on lockdown, the block was eerily empty, save for the occasional guard. I liked it this way; it was one of the few quiet times that I could properly think.

But these days all my thoughts went in one direction. Julian. Ever since his unexpected arrival here, he'd been at the forefront of my every thought and idea, permeating my mind like a haze of hallucinogenic smoke, and permitting me to think of little else. It was strange; paying this much thought and attention to a single individual.

I supposed that meant I was thoroughly smitten.

While I'd understood how my brother felt about Aiden before, now I understood. Now I knew. Now, it was happening to me.

Cade chuckled out of the blue.

It irked me when he did that. "What is it now?"

"Nothing, nothing." Cade raised both hands in mock surrender, wisely avoiding the subject.

I sighed. Then a minute later, I asked, "Is it that obvious?"

"Afraid so, boss."

"Hope it's only obvious to you." Cade was quick to catch the meaning of my words. Showing feelings here was dangerous. Not just that, it was also foolish. Anyone with a strong enough grudge and just enough courage could make use of that information in the most damaging way.

"I think no one has caught on yet."

How long until one of my enemies did?

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