He seemed to sense my fear, the way my body was shaking. - Focus on me, - he murmured. - breathe.
The image of those men, the way they had looked at me, their hands around my throat - it was too much. My breaths were coming too fast, my chest tightening. And before i could fully process what was happening, Michael leaned in, cupping my face in his palms, kissed me. The kiss was warm, I didn't kiss back at first, too shocked, then i kissed back.
I looked at him, seeing his bright blue eyes, as his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. - you're with me, you're ok, - he whispered again, his voice barely audible, but i heard him. I pulled him by his shirt and kissed him a little more before pulling away.
- I needed that. - i muttered, glancing down. My heart still racing, but her mind beginning to settle.
Eventually, Michael shifted slightly, his hand still resting on my arm. - We need to keep moving, - he said gently. - Can you do that?
I swallowed before nodding. - yeah, - i whispered.
Together, we crawled through the narrow vents, bodies moving in sync. There was hooting and hollering from below as inmates rioted, but we focused on what was happening in front of us.
A smaller inmate was lifted up through the vent to check where we were and Michael glanced at me, putting his finger to his lips. Then he kicked him down with his boot, before pulling me along with him again. He opened the ceiling tunnel, and checked it out before going down. It was quite high, but he held his hand up for me to go down. He lowered me down with his hands on my waist and mine on his shoulders.
We were in the middle of C-Block, our cells ahead of us when Michael got pulled. I glanced over to see a man, the same height, but much bigger than Michael. They hugged each other.
I watched them before Michael looked over at me. - My brother, Lincoln, - he said and then glanced at his brother. - Emma, a friend. - i looked over them and seeing their interaction as they talked, but i couldn't help but look over at his bare arms which were covered in tattoos. As i looked harder and i could make something out. We made it to Michael's cell where T-Bag was crouching over a CO with a picture in his hand, taunting him.
- If you touch him or her, I will kill you, - Michael said pushing T-Bag as a warning as we joined in. I stayed in the corner, watching the interaction before taking the picture from T-Bag and looking at the CO.
- daughter? - i asked, and he simply nodded. - She's pretty. - then i handed him the picture back. T-Bag looked at me and then saw me looking at Michael.
- just let me go, I won't say a word, - the CO spoke loudly, still cuffed. But then T-Bag looked over to me, i rose a brow.
- what is he talking about? - I asked looking over at Michael, but he was gone.
T-Bag laughed and smirked. - You've been protected by Michael since day one and he has to tell you...about our little plan? - He came closer to me and i took a step back. I knew the plan. The escape, but why was he bringing someone like T-Bag?
- Ahh, I guess no. Your little boyfriend has planned to escape, save his brother who's gonna die, - he told me and i swallowed, thinking 'where was Michael?'
- It doesn't matter. Michael says don't touch the CO, so don't touch the CO, - i said, pushing T-Bag to the side.
What were your crimes anyways, mafia princess? - he smirked. - what got you in a male prison, must have been really bad. Naughty, naughty girl, - he cooed coming closer.
I knew what he did. The murders, rapes of innocent people and Michael chose him to escape with and he hadn't even asked me. I knew about the plan, and i would never tell, but why was i not part of it?
- I heard you were in the mob, - he taunted, hand coming up to brush her cheek. - i pulled away. - father's a gangster, you're an assassin and a mafia princess.
- shut up - i whispered, squeezing my eyes shut, but before anything else happens, a loud noise came. T-Bag was slammed by the Hispanic man, while Michael came to me instantly, taking his t-shirt and rubbing the spit from my jaw and cheek.
