Deadly Truths (The sequel to Deadly Secrets)

Chapter Two- Time Bomb

AN: There will probably be a lot of mistakes throughout this book. But feel free to point them out in the comments and I'll get to them when I can. I will write this book at my pace, I just have a lot to deal with in my life but I definitely don't want to stop writing like I did last year. So, I really hope you enjoy the sequel and don't forget to comment, vote, and share away if you like it. It helps others find the book. Thank you, my darklings.. 

Oh, also, this book will contain extreme violence, scenes that some readers may find offensive, scenes that may trigger some readers. It is intended for mature audiences only, so read at your own risk. It will be like book one: Deadly Secrets, with more detail and different plotlines, etc.  

And if you can make me a free cover for this book, I will definitely credit you with it and be eternally grateful. 

Chapter 2- Time Bomb

Rein

Rein strolled in with his cocky smirk and an arrogant air about him, a look in his piercing gaze that said, "come fuck with me, I dare you." He knew what he was capable of. They had all heard of what they accused him of, he was sure of it but that didn't mean there weren't a few foolish blokes in the bunch that wouldn't try to take him on. He wouldn't back down from a fight no matter the consequences. Detective Douche said to behave, he never said Rein couldn't defend himself if need be. Surely he didn't expect him to allow himself to get the shite beat out of him (as if that would ever happen) or possibly even shanked.

A tall, broad African-American man - who had guns the size of three men put together - stood at the far end of the room with others that looked like a bunch of weight lifters. Rows and rows of off-white, rusty metal beds lined the room like some twisted, deranged Summer Camp for thieves, drug addicts, and murderers; the worst of the worst.

The scent of hundreds of sweaty men — and what's described as the worst B.O. he's ever had the displeasure of smelling — hit him in the face like a ton of bricks, almost knocking him off balance. It made him doubt leaving the sanctuary of his solitary cell to come to Gen Pop.

It was time to make introductions and what better way of making his presence known by taking what bed he desired no matter if it was available or not.

As he leisurely strolled in whistling his music box melody, his dimples appearing just as all eyes trained on him. Oh, yes, this will be fun. He eyed each cot as he walked down the middle aisle to the back. He passed men of all races, of all prejudice. Today would start with a fight, his palms were itching to crush bone. Perhaps he could provoke a fight without getting himself into trouble? Would the Warden believe that? Most likely not. The odds are against him.

As his slippers clapped heavily against the smooth cemented floors, and he held his bed cot and linens in his arms, he passed one man wearing the same jumpsuit they all wore (standard issue deep red); the man glared at Rein vehemently. Rein raised his brow in question, his eyes hardening with a warning.

The guy who Rein dubbed, 'Veggie', for his uncanny resemblance to Vegeta on Dragon Ball Z, muttered, "Wachau lookin' at pretty boi? Keep movin, boy, or I'll beat dat smirk right off yo face."

Rein gave a light chuckle, but it was anything but humorous. Rein filed Veggie away for later examination and kept walking until he came to the back rows. Unfortunately, the bed he wanted wasn't available, which meant no fight for his sleeping area. All wasn't lost though, because as Rein was making his bed on the top bunk, a shirtless Caucasian man purposefully bumped into him, hard too, so hard that Rein's face slammed into the metal railing busting his lower lip open.