When they got to the "break room", a CO opened the door to see T-Bag dressed in Pl gear walking in. I shook my head in disbelief as i leaned against the wall.
- I want this place gutted. The drywall's gotta be torn out. The studs gotta be removed, - Bellick said, glancing over each inmate.
Abruzzi cut in, - Boss, we've got some toxic issues here. Asbestos to start with.
Bellick rolled his eyes and scoffed. - take it up with the union. All I'm saying is, this room's your only priority now. It better be brand spanking new when you're done.
If anybody's thinking about getting cute, trying to trunk one of these tools out here, Brady's got the outline of every single piece of hardware in here. And at the end of every day, every single piece better match up or you're all going to the hole. - Then the COs walked out and door closed.
Michael glanced over everyone before saying, - let's go. - then they moved the table and pulled the carpet to reveal the small drain.
I went to go to the washroom during the Pl time in the breakroom.
Lincoln was curious because the way Michael reacted to Emma made him curious. He walked up to his brother and pulled him to the side.
- you and the girl. What's up with that? - Lincoln asked, voice strong.
Michael glanced down to his feet and then back at his brother. - private.
- Michael, tell me. Do I need to worry you're infatuated with not just the only girl in prison but a mobster's daughter?She's just some girl, and I bet she's using you to escape. She killed men. Rumours spread, - Lincoln stated, voice filled with emotion.
- the thing between Emma and I is private, - he responded. - I do like her. I really like her, - Michael whispered. - she isn't some girl. - then he pushed away from his brother to back to work.
- how is the woman doing this job? - asked Bellick. I met his gaze without flinching.
- I'm quite enjoying it, actually. Breaking things, fixing things...never underestimate a woman. - Bellick's smirk grew as he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing.
- getting cocky, sweetheart? - he mocked.
- no - I replied my voice calm - just answering your question. I'm here to do my time and get out - i briefly glanced at Michael and then I turned back to the drywall, hammering away as Bellick lingered for a moment longer before stalking off.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, Michael wasted no time. He quickly moved to the hole they'd been working on, covering it with the carpet and pressing down to ensure everything stayed hidden. I paused for a moment, watching him, but my attention was quickly pulled elsewhere. T-Bag.
He was leaning casually against the wal, his eyes locked on me, but it was not just a glance. His gaze roamed over my body, lingering in places that made my skin crawl. The smirk on his lips now told that he was replaying that moment in his mind, savouring it.
A cold shiver ran down my spine. 'Disgusting bastard' Sucre's voice broke the tension. - the bulls find this stuff they'll know we're digging.
Michael nodded, standing up. - that's why we need to get rid of it. One piece at a time. - we moved ot the yard, each of us quietly discarding bits of concrete and dirt into the soil. I stood next to Michael, hands full of debris as i leaned against the fence.
All the inmates were walking back to their cells. Michael was a little bit ahead while Sucre was beside me. There was a chuckle from Sucre before he muttered, - Looks like I gotta find something else to call Fish, you now.
- why's that? - Michael mused, looking down as we walked.
- 'Cause you ain't a fish no more. You ain't the newest con in the tank... - Sucre could not finish his sentence as we stood in the middle of the room, looking up and spotting Seth with sheets wrapped around his neck, trailing behind. He was climbing over the railing.
- oh my God, - i whispered. I watched as the man took his own life. My eyes shifted to Michael who was focused on the man hanging there. My heart dropped and all I could do was walk off to my own cell.
I sighed, running hands through my hair before pulling it into a ponytail. Michael leaned over. - It's going to be fine - he muttered, mouth close to my ear.
- I know, - I responded, then heard something coming from inside. - Oh my God, - I whispered looking over to Michael.
- what? - he quickly muttered.
- do you hear that? - I responded, pointing behind me - the man is having a way more joyous time than you and I are having, - i joked.
Michael looked at me, mouth slightly open before looking behind me to try and concentrate on the sound.
- oh, - he muttered then smirking. - I guess he is.
Then the noises got louder and i put her hand over my mouth. - she is putting quite the show on, - i said. - having a lot of fun.
Michael leaned closer to my face before whispering, - jealous much?
I rolled my eyes at his words. - In your dreams, Scofield.
