Beneath Your Skin(BWWM)

Prologue

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Nikolai

Beads of sweat slid between my furrowed brows as I pushed the weights against my chest. Grunting I sat the bar back on to he rack, wiping the sweat off my face and neck.

"One more week huh, lucky bastard". Dominic sat to my left eyeing the prison yard with his tooth pick between his teeth. Turning his head to look at me, I took note of his features. Being part of the Aryan brotherhood his head was clean shaven, on the side of his head he wore or symbol. Unlike myself I chose to wear mine on my chest, and preferred my ponytail.

"It's about damn time after seven years, wouldn't you agree." Chuckling in contempt, I was glad to be once again done with one of my stints. Living the type of lifestyle such as Dominic's and mine things like this weren't unusual. This had been the longest I had been in and to tell you the truth I was going out of my mind. Day in and day out living in a 6 by 8 box spending 20 hours in there then repeating the same shit every fucking day of my life.

"You know when you get out, they'll have your back right. Edgar would never leave one of his own hanging, especially his right hand man." Hearing Dominic's words made me realize how much more shit I had to get into when I was finally out.

" Being Edgar's right hand man what got me into this shit, remember ." Rising up from the bench I walked across the yard back to my cell. Edgar and I definitely had some unfinished business.

Desyre

*7 years earlier*

The sky was dark and heavy with clouds filled with rain, the air was thick with tension.  My mother and I stood in the prison graveyard looking down at the plot before us. The grass was tall and almost covered half of the headstone.

"Here lies Marcus Williams" .

The cold grey headstone only said his name, not that he was a loving husband, or that he was the father of a baby girl. The headstone also excluded the fact of his daughter was now fatherless.

The tender skin of my cheek was a hostage of my teeth as I tried to keep my tears at bay. I willed myself to be strong to keep my anguish inside. But the agony of my father spending the last years of his life in prison broke me. It felt as though weight of the world had settled in the middle of my chest. Crumbling under the weight of the pain and sorrow I fell to my knees upon the grass. The arms of my mother encircled me holding me against her chest I wept, I wept for the loss time with my father.

Violent sobs racked through my body and tears stained my mother's dress, a favorite of my father's. My beautiful mother, I lifted my head and took in my mother's expression. Her once bright hazel eyes had lost their luster and her now dull eyes held tears that fell from her eyes. Now it was only the two of us forever, and with that though in mine I pulled her closer. It was this day that I thought I could feel no greater hurt or pain, but god how wrong I was.