when Maylyn Jones gets thrown into prison for the murder of her parents, she wasn't expecting to meet anyone special, until Michael Scofield caught her eye. Her mother had always told her not to fall in love with a criminal, but they're all criminal...
" Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise. "
- C A S T L E
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chapter five // prison industries
M I C H A E L I had one thing on my mind today, and that was to sweet talk Abruzzi into letting May onto the PI team.
It would be better for her, so she had less time in the yard for people like T-Bag to come in and mess with things. I still didn't know why she was even in a place like this, she wasn't a bad person like the rest of us.
I looked back to check that she was sitting with Sucre, and then made my way over to John's table. He was playing cards, his hand movements slow and controlled as he eyed down his opponent.
When he didn't look up at me, I cleared my throat and tapped my fingers on the table. He shot me a glare, but waved a hand at his men who got the message and left us alone.
"What is it now, Scofield," he muttered, stacking up his cards in the middle of the table before turning his full attention to me.
"I need you to sign the new girl up for PI." I stated plainly, trying not to sound overly desperate. I watched as he shook his head and let out a raspy chuckle.
"If you're looking for extra private time with your new girlfriend, I'm not allowing it." My grip on the table become harder as he spoke.
"I've known her five minutes, Abruzzi. I'm just trying to get her less time in the yard." I replied, my eyes piercing down onto him as he looked over at the brunette laughing with Sucre.
He sighed loudly as he looked back up at me, giving me a hesitant nod. "I'll look into it."
I smiled lightly, taking my weight off the table I was leaning on and putting my hands back in my pocket. "Thanks." He just waved me off, shaking his head, "Next thing I know you'll be asking doctor Tancredi to join PI and she's not even an inmate."
I looked back with narrow eyes, frowning at him but he carried on sorting through his cards. I scratched the back of my neck as I walked over to Sucre.
"Did he say yes?" He asked as I came and sat down, rolling up my sleeves from the heat.
"Sort of." I replied back. "He's hesitant."
Maylyn coughed and stuck out her arms, looking side to side before sighing. "Am I missing something here?"
"We're trying to get you in PI, so you don't have to spend as much time in the yard." I replied, looking over at her as her face lit up.
