Prison Bait: Bryson: Recovery

Chapter Sixteen

I held on to Freddie as he led me back toward our cubicle, it was oddly loud in the garage but I figured a few people were cheering about their leaders returning... and one of the gangs weren't at the moment. It was an eerie silence near the West Mafia car cubicle and the car hadn't been returned, meaning it was completely totaled out. I dropped my head as we passed their cubicle and it was like a slow walk of despair in the area from the pit crew sitting quietly amongst other groups of the West Mafia gang. We reached our own cubicle that was next to Vipers rowdy cubicle as they celebrated him surviving the first lap of the track. I wasn't sure how Warden Harper changing the laps of the track would affect everyone but it seemed Freddie had gotten really upset about it. Mickey was patiently waiting as he inspected the bars to noticed a few of them were chipped from the bullets raining against them. 

"Sit down right here, Barbie." I thankfully took the stool Eddie moved closer to me while he went off to grab a medical kit.

I sat as still as I could as Eddie worked on me, because Dr. Harper was momentarily on leave whenever the races start, we had to work with what we had. I was thankful that I was actually grazed instead of shot in the arm, even though it burned and was very painful like a gunshot. I didn't say much as Eddie worked on patching up my tiny wound, I just simply stared around at the nearby cubicles. Vipers were on one side, Machete's empty cubicle was across from us, and on the other side were the Renegades, who were also pretty rowdy from the race. I looked over at Freddie as he watched Eddie work on my arm. 

"You did good, Freddie." I spoke up finally, now noticing no one congratulated him on making it through the first race because they were so worried about me.

"Thanks, you too, baby." Freddie said, moving closer and pecking my forehead gently as I lightly smiled at him. "You lit the Lackeys ass up."

"Sure as hell did." Eddie spoke up suddenly as he stepped back from me with his closed medical kit in hand. "You shocked everyone, think even Warden Harper."

I pursed my lips, did that mean I now had a target on my back?

"Yes." I looked up at Turner in confusion as he crossed his arms and leaned against the side of the cubicle. "You two have a target on your back now. Everyone saw how Barbie rained them bullets on their car, they're gonna want to retaliate, maybe even outside of the track. We know Freddie can handle himself if it comes down to I-"

"Oh, and I can't?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You don't get it do you?" Mickey asked suddenly, and I definitely didn't want to hear what he had to say. "Girl, they'd just bend you over and fuck you until you're their bit-"

"Mickey." Eddie warned with a glare.

"No, he's right." Freddie spoke up, defending him as he stepped closer to me with a deadly demeanor. "And I'll skin each of those motherfuckers alive. You can't face them by yourself if it came down to it Barbie, you're gonna be around me every single day."

"I am anyway." I muttered, lowering my head and averting my eyes.

"Then a couple more days should be nothing to you." Eddie said, lightly nodding his head at me as if he appreciated me not provoking Freddie into an argument. "On another note, good job Freddie and Barbie, you two survived the first lap."

I smiled lightly at Eddie before moving my eyes to Freddie as he continued to stare at me, but this time there was a deep look of hunger on his face as he glanced around the slowly quieting cubicles. Most of the other teams had already left, taking their ruckus with them as they departed and we were probably one of the two teams left in the garage. I looked up as Mickey started to walk past us, pausing as he glanced back at everyone else to see what the wait was. It was almost dinner time, and the sun was lowering into the horizon the more we sat here and conversated, it had to be at least seven post meridian already. I could feel Freddie staring at me as I looked away, attempting to hide my blushing as he came toward me, positioning himself in between my legs as I met his eyes once more. He leaned forward, his forehead pushed against mine before he pressed his lips against mine in a teasing manner, even brushing them as we parted from the pecking kiss.