Prison Promise (Prison Saints Book 1)

by Demi Vice

  I had no idea what to say to Luke. Do I apologize from the start or should I wait for him to say something? My emotions morphed into a ball of yarn when a fat guard appeared, his bulk taking up the whole door frame. He looked over his shoulder and yelled, “Lore, walk faster!”

  I shot out of my seat, my legs stiff as I watched the fat guard struggle with the lock. I inched forward when the guard opened the metal door. When the guard finally moved to the side and let Luke through, I felt as if I was buried alive.

  My heart burst like an overfilled balloon when I locked eyes with Luke.

  Luke was taller and more muscular, but he still had his slender model-like build. He kept his hair long, going past his ears and eyebrows, and it was still sandy blond and wildly messy. His orange jumpsuit made his skin tone look warmer and richer. He was still a pretty boy, and I was still the runt. You’d think I was the one who had spent the last few years in prison, not Luke.

  “Lore! To your seat!” The fat guard shouted.

  Luke rushed to me like a jet, the impact of our hug knocking the wind right out of our lungs. He lifted me up with no effort and spun me around. Luke hugged me as tight as he could while I returned the favor. He smelled different, but he felt the same. Warm and safe. The longer I held him, the more real it all felt. I let my tears burn my face as we both sobbed. He hugged me tighter, it hurt, but I welcomed the pain.

  Luke chuckled. “You look like shit, Tinks,” he muttered into my hair, his voice deeper than I remembered.

  I hiccupped a laugh and sobbed into Luke’s arms until the guard yelled at him. “Lore! Enough!”

  Luke dropped me like a bomb, but we stayed only an inch apart. We both rubbed our tears away as we watched each other with a smile.

  “You’re blonde?” Luke softly chuckled at my nest of hair. “Were you trying to look more like Aurora and me?” he teased.

  I laughed, wiping another tear away.

  “At least now you live up to your nickname, Tinkerbell.” He smiled, but then looked down at my body. “Jesus…you got skinny. You need to put on some weight. Even I look better than you.” Luke showed off his perfect smile.

  “I’m working on it.”

  Aka. Jack’s working on it.

  We sat down and stared at each other for a while. We took in each other’s facial features and stupid memories. Luke trailed his eyes down the scar he gave me from cutting the pizza while I stared at the small cut on his chin. He got drunk with his friends and fell down the stairs when he was thirteen. He didn’t want to tell Aurora he got shit faced, so I had to stitch him up myself. I could’ve done a better job.

  The warm memories hit me hard, but so did the cold ones. My organs dropped down to the ground and then another six feet under when I cried, “I’m so sorry Luke. I should’ve—but I was scared. I’m so sorry.”

  “Hey, hey, hey, it’s fine. Really, Tinks. It’s fine.” He held my hand and squeezed it tight. “Hey, look at me. I swear it’s fine. Really, it is.”

  Luke offered me his warmest smile at his disposal.

  “How? How is it fine? You’re going to spend the next thirty-two years here…because of me.” I leaned over the table and whispered.

  Luke bit the inside of his bottom lip. He gulped, giving my hand a light squeeze before pressing it against his cheek, holding me tight.

  “I was pissed in the beginning. Really fucking pissed, but not at you. At everything. Myself. I realized too late what had happened to Aurora.” Luke bit down on his jaw. “I, out of anyone in the house, should’ve figured it out. Or at least suspected something.”

  “Luke, how did you find out about Aurora? How did you find out it was…him?”

  “I found a pregnancy test a few months before,” he said softly. “I thought it was yours since Aurora was…” he sighed, removing my hand from his face. He stared at my small hand and thumbed it before he continued. “I thought the test was yours, so I didn't say anything. I figured if you wanted to talk about it you would’ve come to me. Months passed, and you looked the same, so I thought it was a false positive. Once we found out in the autopsy that Aurora was pregnant, that’s when I replayed the past months and saw how stupid I’d been,” he gritted.

  “Once I saw the burning house and him in the back of the ambulance. I connected all the missing dots. That night I figured it all out. And I figured I was going to end up in prison. But I did it for you.” Luke smiled shyly. “I never hated you, never a hundred percent, maybe like sixty-three percent, but only because your plan failed.”

  Luke let out a soft laugh as I sniffed my runny nose and chuckled.

  “Ahri, I’m sorry for what I said to you. Especially when I told you it should’ve been you instead of Aurora. I-I’m so sorry.” Luke’s voice cracked. “I really am. I was angry at everything—myself mostly—and I just let it spill out. I didn’t mean it—”

  “I know, Luke. I know. But I should have confessed. I should’ve told—”

  “Ahri, I did it for you because I know what you went through. You did so much for Aurora and me when you didn't have too. You’ve been through fucking hell with Liam.” (Luke always hated calling him ‘dad’ or calling our mother, Erin, ‘mom’). Luke looked down at my hand and rubbed my thin fingers. “…And you’ve been through so much with Erin and Erica.”

  “What do you mean?” I wiped away a tear, unsure of what Luke was talking about.

  “I know. I know what they did to you.” Luke’s voice was faint as he grabbed my hand with both of his. “I know what you did to them. What you wrote in your journal.”

  His hands were wrapping my hand in a warm blanket.

  “You-you read it?” I shyly asked.

  “Yeah, I did. I found it, and I couldn't help myself.” He let out a soft sigh. Luke was always a snoopy boy growing up. “I wish you’d told me, Ahri. I wish you’d let me help you when that all happened, but I know you. You would’ve never asked for help. That’s why, this time, I helped you out.” Luke scanned the room full of convicts.

  I scoffed. “It’s not even a fair trade, Luke.”

  “Eh.” He shrugged. “To be honest. Prison? Not that bad, Tinks. My ex-cellmate made my life easy before he left.”

  Luke told me stories about his ex-cellmate, Jack. I didn't stop him even though I’d heard the stories. Not to mention, it was hard to stop Luke when he got excited and talked a hundred words per second. I listened to him, taking in his deeper voice and recording it until the next time I saw him, which hopefully was next week, and every week after that.

  Luke stopped and stared at my jacket, noticing it for the first time. “You’re still wearing my clothes?”

  “Always.” I playfully kicked his shin. “They’re our clothes remember? I paid half.”

  “Fair enough.” He looked down at my cigarette burns and bit his bottom lip. “How's life treating you?”

  “Recently? Perfectly.” I blushed, pulling my hair behind my ear.

  Luke tilted his head. “Why is that—” He stopped mid-sentence, pulling on a small smile and a confused expression. I snapped my head back to see the very reason why my life was perfect.

  JACK

  Best form of negotiation: Money.

  After about thirty minutes of pulling bullshit out of my ass and green out of my wallet, I made my way inside the visitation room. Fidget instantly locked eyes with me, giving me that dopey smile of his and a confused glare that screamed: What the fuck?

  “Glad you made it,” Ahri said. Fidget looked back and forth between us as if he was trying to read Shakespeare all over again.

  “Wh-what-what…You’re here?” Fidget babbled.

  “Yep, it’s not like Ahri knew how to drive.” I smirked.

  Blankly, Fidget drifted his eyes between us until he noticed my shirt. He glared at the white and red stripes as if someone was whipping his brains into scrambled eggs.

  “Wait…Is-is that my shirt? How—why?”

  “I wanted to show you how pretty I look when I’m not
wearing orange.” I winked.

  “But…why?”

  “Cause when you told me ‘good luck’ with your sister, I took it as my permission. Remember?”

  It didn’t take long before Fidget hounded me for answers. I gave him a brief summary of the past few weeks—minus the sex details. Don’t get me wrong, I would’ve told him, but Ahri dug her pointy elbows into my ribs and Fidget covered his ears singing, ‘la la la’ to block out any words that might result in him accidentally imagining Ahri and me fucking.

  “Wow.” Fidget laughed nervously. “Okay…wow, okay.” He cleared his throat. “So, you’re dating? Cool, cool, cool, cool. Totally not weird. Nope. Not weird at all…so, you’re dating?” His voice got higher with each word.

  “For now, but soon I’ll be your brother-in-law.” I bit my whole bottom lip and nodded while Ahri rolled her eyes with a large smile.

  I was going to marry Ahri, there was no question.

  Ahri thought it was too soon.

  I thought it was well overdue.

  If I had to, I would force her down to city hall and forge her signature. I’d already kidnapped her and placed her in my tower with no problems, well, almost no problems. Ahri was headstrong with adding color in the penthouse, but she could only do so after: one, she has my babies (apparently all the Lore woman had twins, so getting my two kids as planned was going to be easy-fucking-peasy), or two, she marries my fine ass. Other than those two reasons, my place will remain two colors.

  “How are you even here? They don’t allow non-immediate family inside?” Fidget tilted his head.

  “I got some green to throw around to break some rules. Kind of a millionaire,” I confessed.

  Fidget darted his eyes to his sister as she nodded to confirm what I’d said.

  “You’re a millionaire?” he whisper-yelled, knowing very well to keep that secret, a secret in a room full of convicts. “You have money? How? What? Y-you—hold on—you said you didn’t have any money to buy me another ramen cup!” Fidget growled silently, getting as angry as he did the first time (and not the last time) I dumped his ramen cup in the toilet where it belonged.

  “I could’ve, but I didn’t want to. Shit’s disgusting.”

  “You jackass,” Fidget growled.

  “Well, how about this? Would you rather have your damn ramen cup or your case looked over by some real fucking lawyers?” I cocked my eyebrow.

  You would’ve thought I’d shot Ahri and Luke by their expressions. I hadn’t told Ahri about the lawyer because I wanted to see that exact face she was giving me right now. Complete and utter joy and shock.

  Yeah, she fucking loves you so much, Jack.

  I know.

  “Holy shit, is this real?” Fidget’s eyes sharpen on mine.

  “Yep, he starts next week. He can’t find you innocent, but he can make you get out by the time you’re my age instead of in your early fifties.” I paraphrased the lawyer.

  Ahri stood frozen in time, looking at me like I’d been sent from heaven. I was, but my heaven was red, and technically below us.

  We only had ten minutes left, and I still wanted to talk to Fidget in private. “Hey, Ahri. Can you give me a few minutes alone with Fidget?”

  Ahri nodded.

  She already knew I wanted to tell Fidget about him, but that wasn’t all. Ahri spent five minutes hugging Fidget as he kissed her hair and told her she needed to put on some weight. I am working on it! Ahri gave her baby brother one more hug before she left us alone. I planned to make this a weekly thing, or an every other week kind of deal so Ahri didn't need to worry about saying goodbye for too long.

  “What’d you want to talk about?”

  I laced my fingers together and leaned over the table. “Him.”

  Fidget went numb. Gravity took a hold of the corner of his mouth and eyebrows.

  “I read the letter you wrote to Ahri. And I know everything.” I looked around the semi-empty room. “You remember Hooch night? The first week you came in?”

  Luke clenched his jaw and swallowed. “You told Ahri, didn’t you?”

  I shook my head.

  “Don’t. Ever,” Fidget growled threateningly. “It’ll kill her.”

  It would.

  “Never,” I reassured him.

  “Why’d you bring this up?”

  “Cause I did the whole Lore family an overdue favor.” A baleful smile struck my face.

  Fidget didn't have to ask me about what I’d done.

  He knew.

  As for telling him the details? Maybe some other day. As for the rest of my stories? Only Ahri, my future bride, my universe, and my other crazy half would ever know exactly who I am, and what I had done. She’s the only one who gets to know all my sins, my confessions, my eternal vows.

  JACK

  ONE MONTH LATER

  I jumped on the bed, pulling Ahri on top of me.

  “We have to leave, Jack. I don't want to be late—”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I growled as Ahri giggled.

  I kissed her hard, turning her into putty in my hands ready for me to shape her in every way I wanted. I pulled up the hem of her flowy orange thrift store dress she’d bought yesterday. Even with all the money we had, she would forever shop at the thrift store. I fucking love it.

  I smacked Ahri’s ass, making her scream into my mouth. Ahri wore no panties, for me. She knew the second I didn’t see anyone nearby I’ll try to finger my baby girl and watch her turn red like a rose. She pushed me away from the idea of getting caught, but when I actually did stop she pouted that half-moon bottom lip out. The naughty little thing grabbed my hand and brought it back to where it belonged, inside her wet, tight cunt. Ahri got off on public sex as much as I did, which was why she wore her long flowy dresses with no panties. Bonus, if the dress or skirt was short.

  I smacked Ahri’s ass again, moving her up to where she knew it was time to take a seat on her throne. I stuck out my tongue and sucked on her drenched pussy that was all mine to feast on.

  “Oh fuck, Jack!” She grabbed my hair and held her dress up to see me work my magic. “Oh, Jack!” I made my baby girl scream when I sucked on her clit and slurped her up.

  She rode my face, turning me into a servant with the best job description: Shut up, let the queen sit on your face, and enjoy the ride and view. I took in her sweet nectar and did my job. I pulled her hips down on my face, cutting off my oxygen. Ahri grabbed my hair tighter and screamed my name, full of ecstasy.

  “JACK!”

  Ahri let out her orgasm on my face as I rolled my eyes back with pure and utter pleasure. If I had lost control. I would have come in my pants—like I had done twice before in the past month.

  Ahri’s screams filled our room with music as her legs trembled and her grip got tighter in my hair. It hurt, but I wasn't going to be a bitch. Ahri could hurt me as much as she wanted to, and I’ll always put her first. I’ll embrace the pain if that meant an earth-shattering orgasms on Ahri’s part.

  “Good girl,” I mumbled into Ahri’s cunt.

  I watched her aftershock pulses take over her body as I nibbled on her pretty pink flower petals. Ahri turned around in sixty-nine style—one of my favorites. I was going to drown in her pussy and ass while she sucked me dry and I fucked her mouth. That’s the kind of life I’d always wanted. I just didn't need two girls. Only one kinky wild thing like me.

  Ahri ripped my jeans open and sucked my cock. Fast. She wanted a quickie. I could give that for her. We had to be somewhere in twenty minutes, but the place was on the north side of Golden Ridge so, there was no need to rush.

  Ahri sucked me like a lollipop, her mouth vibrating with each moan she released. Roughly, I smacked her ass, turning it red.

  “Tell me how much you love it, Ahri,” I growled, taking a bite of her ass, imprinting my teeth on what was mine. I went back to where I belonged, her tight ass.

  “I love your cock.” Ahri spoke with my cock in her mouth. That’s my dirty little slut. She didn
't even want to take my cock out of her mouth before she talked. “I love you so much, Jack.”

  I held my orgasm for only a few seconds after that. Ahri knew what she was doing. She knew my weakness when she told me she loved me, moaned my name, and grabbed my balls. I came hard and wild, eating Ahri’s ass and pushing her head down on my cock as she gagged and swallowed me in a thirsty gulp. Ahri drank me up, addicted to my sweet taste. She sucked me dry and popped my cock out of her mouth.

  “Seriously, Jack we need to go—”

  I threw her on the bed as she gasped, bouncing on the silky black sheets. I stopped for a second to watch her. Her fuller face, no more dark circles, and her hair a messy wave, but this time there were no dark roots. Ahri looked like my perfect angel on a bed of wickedness and filthy intentions.

  “Jack—”

  I cut her off with a kiss. I didn't want to let her talk. I knew what she was going to say, but I wanted more of her. Fuck it if we’re going be late. She could get another job interview. I ripped my jacket and shirt off, working my way over to her. I ripped her dress open, the buttons in the middle popping right off her.

  “You jackass!” she scolded me with a smile.

  She hated when I ruined her clothes, but I always fixed them myself. Sitting on the couch in the living room with the floor lamp above me as I sewed on each button.

  I went straight to Ahri’s breasts. She was going full commando today, and I adored it all. Ahri had gained around ten pounds since last month, and she was looking so much healthier, but she still had a way to go. I planned to take care of Ahri in every which way because I planned to have Ahri in my life until I die. And I don’t plan my death being until I’m over a hundred years old. Give or take.

  I sucked on Ahri’s whole breast, making sure to mark her on my way up to her neck. I bit and tasted her flesh as I nibbled on her ear. I loved the way her skin tasted. Addictive. I could lick her all over, and I have. I spent a whole day coating her with my spit and kisses from head to toe.