The Game Changer (Blake) 3 ✔️

Chapter Fifty-Eight Devil Is Real

Sermon- James Arthur

I lean against the wall of the cell with my arms crossed over my chest as I see two guards. One was maybe in his forties and he say in a chair behind a desk while he drank coffee and the other was younger, maybe in his twenties and he stood behind the older man. They both kept glancing at me because I had a perfect view of the two of them and I was giving them cold hard looks. Honestly I was just extremely bored and this was my idea of fun. It was better than attacking the wall. Stupid wall always wins.

     I hear a cough and I look to see the only other person in the cell with me. It was a man I didn't know but he was scrawny and awkward. It was kind of annoying but fun watching him squirm. "How long are we keeping her here?" The younger guard asks the older one.

     "Until we're told to let her go." The older officer says. He had a gruff voice, and I didn't like it very much.

     "And how long until they tell us to let her go?" The younger one asks.

     "Why are you so concerned about it? Drop it and just go back to standing there quietly." The young one sighs as I look and his eyes meet mine. He studies me as I study him back with a hard stare that doesn't seem to scare him. He must not know who I am. Well damn. I thought everyone knew.

     "Shouldn't she take a shower? She's got blood all over her." The older one groans in annoyance.

     "Lawrence." He groans. "Do you know how that blood got on her in the first place?"

     "I heard there were underground fights at Red Cove. She was there."

     "Yeah. Exactly. When we arrived she broke a guys neck. Now unless you want me to break yours, shut it." I smirk and look down at my feet. Listening to them bicker like an old couple was fun too. A silence comes between them but I could tell the younger one couldn't last in the silence much longer.

     "Okay but I also heard that the man she killed had a knife. It was self defense." The older man scoffs at that.

     "Do you know who she is?" He asks. "If it was her it was not self defense. Any weapon against her would be fair." My smirk grows at that. He knows who I am. That a boy.

     "What do you mean? Who is she?"

     "That chick in there is Blake Rivera." The older one says looking to Lawrence. "Come on boy. Didn't you study any of this in training? You should know them just by living here she's famous. Not in the good way."

     "I'm a transfer. I'm new to this town and the people in it."

     "A transfer? Should've stayed where you were before. This place is a dump."

     "Shut it old man." I say. "This dump is my home." Both officers look to me.

     "What did you just call me?"

     "What are you deaf? Or just stupid?" The older officer grumbles under his breath while shaking his head. I push off the wall and grab the bars of the cell. "Come on old man. I just asked you a question. Cagna." Bitch.

     "I'd shut your mouth little missy." The older one says. "You're not the boss of anyone here. Here you're just another person in jail and anything can happen to you because the cameras here, sometimes they cut out just before someone gets hurt."

     "Questa è una minaccia?" Is that a threat? "I don't take threats very well old man."

     "It's officer Hank to you." The old officer growls and I raise my eyebrows.