Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

Vanquished

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Ever get the feeling you're alone? You could be surrounded by hundreds of people and still feel so...desolate? Well that's the way I felt right about now. I was surrounded by all these brudish women. One side-eyed glance or wrong look and you'll be shitting your teeth out for a week. But I wasn't intimidated. I was used to feeling alone my entire life. Always feeling like the outcast, like I didn't belong no matter what I tried.

But when I had Raeven, things began to shift. Everything between me and Christian was what I expected to be. He'd put on that front and fake happy for me when I knew he wasnt quite all there. He loves his son but something is just missing from him. He knew the psychological pain he'd have to put his son through to even trial the reversal serum.

And even when I had my back against the wall, with everybody dismissing me as crazy and delusional, I knew I wasn't. Styles proved my paranoia true when he burned my goddamn house down with few blocks of C4. Imagining what he and Argent could do with the ability to shut down an entire military grid with a single chip and a drug empire is haunting.

As far as I knew, Christian was the last person with the chip. His philosophy is flawed. So long as we've got the chip, they're stagnant. I'm calling bullshit on that. They're still coming after us for that damn chip and won't stop until they get it.

So when I finally got myself out of that haze of only seeing hate, I took a deeper look at that letter. I knew something had to give, but I also know some hidden truths to it.

Dark clouds moved in above my head, my weight shifting from my right foot to my left; not jitters of panic, but in anticipation. I could taste the freedom. It's at my fingertips. But without any word from the outside, I had to improvise. Bobby was smart. She's a mastermind when it comes to these plans. She's leaning against the wall, and she nods her head at the decoys.

It's go time!

The inmate appraches me, pushing my shoulders. Before long, the fight breaks out. I grab the back of her neck with a firm grip and forcefully drive my forearm into her face. The inmates were falling for it when they started piling on, creating more of a diversion. Soon the entire yard was joining the brawl.

I heard the whistles of the guards, warning us to seperate before the guns were drawn. When that didn't work, decided to intervene. One by one, the guards peel the inmates off each other until they got to me. One of the larger guards picks me up with ease and tosses me away from the other inmate. His shadow appears on top of me for a moment and I glance up.

"What's wrong Dukes? Can't enjoy a nice pillow fight?", I grinned a cynical smile through my blood stained teeth.

"Better get that cute smile off your face Pierce, because you're going straight to Seg!", he screams in my ear, dragging my hands behind my back and leading me to solitary.

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The outside cell lifts from the rubble, and awaiting me was that bottle blonde bitch leaning against the hood of a car, with one hell of a smug look on her face. And just like that, I was out. I was out of that federal prison when I should've done 25-life.

As the fence shuts behind me in a loud thud, I approach her slowly, weary of her intentions. "Thanks Dukes, I got this".

Instead of having my ass dropped in Seg and left there for a week, the warden instructed Dukes to release me to an Interpol agent for a secret exchange. I didn't question it, just went along with whatever plan Bobby set up from the inside.

"You sure? You got no back-up", he points out, suspicious dawning. His hands still binding my wrists together as if the cuffs weren't doing the job just fine.