by Renee Adams
Finally, I see her eyes. “There you are, ok, is there a protocol or a button or something to alert the other guards and shit that these motherfuckers are making a jailbreak?”
“I don’t know¸ I’m not a guard!” She grabs the phone and dials a set numbers.
‘Um, yes, this is Olivia Conway, and I’m at housing A and the inmates are free, there is a guard dead, please send help.’ With a shaky hand, she sets the receiver down. I know that the info has been received because all of a sudden there is a loud alarm. Looking down at her, she is rocking back and forth hugging her arms to her chest. I can’t deal with that right now, Xavier is still freeing inmates and will be to us in a second, the other inmates are already beating on the windows. The windows are bulletproof, but they won’t hold forever.
The emergency exit door at the other end of the hallways is already open and some inmates are spilling out of that into other parts of the prison. Shit this is a clusterfuck. I’ve been watching Xavier for a while now so I know how far his criminal reach is. He is ruthless and will stop at nothing. I need a plan.
Burton is dead. It’s all I keep repeating to myself as I sit here rocking back and forth. I’m terrified and have no idea how I am going to get through this. Jack. My sweet baby Jack. I am going to fight until I can’t fight anymore to get home to my baby boy. He needs me, things can’t end this way. I can’t flipping die in a dingy ass prison, not telling my son I love him one last time. Now I am locked in the guards’ room with an inmate all the while chaos ensues through the block. I don’t know what the fuck to do.
Damian seems like he is going to protect me, but I don’t know him. He’s Xavier’s cell mate so maybe this is a plot to get me alone. But then again he had me call it in, so maybe they aren’t working together. I’m so confused about what to do, what is going on, how I can stay alive in this situation. Slowly I start backing away from him. He seems lost in thought, probably wondering how the hell he is going to get out of here.
“Don’t back away from me. I know what you’re thinking, it’s written all over your face, Livvy. I had nothing to do with this shit. I would never put you in danger. You have to believe me that things aren’t always what they seem.”
“Don’t call me Livvy!” My ex used to call me Livvy when he did something wrong, it was his tell. Since he split that nickname grates on my last nerve. I refuse to let anyone call me that name again. Especially some inmate.
“Ok¸ Olivia, again, I had nothing to do with this. I promise you that, and I promise to not hurt you. But we need to get out of here. We can’t sit in this room because he is steadily releasing people from their cells and soon he can overpower this room. Bulletproof glass only lasts so long.”
I know he’s right, but I’m scared shitless, almost paralyzed in place and can’t even gather myself enough to come up with a plan. Plus I don’t know where to go. In training, the only advice the guards gave us in case of this situation was to lock yourself in an empty cell and hope and pray that the inmates don’t overthrow the computer command center or get the keys.
“Come on.”
“W-w-where?” I hate how he brings out my stutter. It’s only a nervous stutter, because looking at him is like coming face to face with the devil. Perfect temptation, perfect sin. You know he is bad, but you can’t help but try to take a bite. He is holding out his hand for me and taking it feels like I just sealed the deal for my soul. The alarms are blaring and inmates are shouting, but all I can hear is him, all I can see is him. But do I trust him? I guess now I have no choice.
“We need to get outta this fucking room, and outta this fucking place.” He barks out like it isn’t obvious that we need to get outta here.
“We can run.”
“Your legs are too short to keep up with me, if I carry you like a kid with your legs wrapped around my waist then you can watch my back. Only solution because if I throw your ass over my shoulder, my center will be thrown off and we need to be fast.”
I burst out laughing. I mean seriously, I know I am short, hell I have been called it all my life but seriously carry me like a kid? Clearly we need to think of a better plan. I think the stress of the situation is getting to me because I can’t stop laughing. Before I can stop he has swooped down, picked me up like a mother does with her kid, one handed with me sitting on his hip and we are out the door and running for the emergency exit.
“Where the fuck to, Olivia?” He doesn’t even sound breathless with the extra hundred and some odd pounds on his hip. I tell him to turn left and head towards the clinic. Seems as if some of the inmates have started a riot. Guards and inmates are fighting, inmates are completely destroying the cells. It’s pure and total chaos, a level of anarchy I have never seen before.
Getting to the clinic door Damian is still carrying me as if I weigh nothing and we burst through expecting to see fighting or something. As soon as I come to the med room door I see the key sitting in the lock, and I hope and pray that Cori and Mary are safe. If anything happens to Cori, it will be pure devastation to me, it would be like losing a sister.
“Damian, put me down!”
“I like carrying you, then I know you’re safe. That’s all that matters is that you are safe.”
“Stop, you can’t say that, put me down!” I can’t believe it, but I can feel a flood starting in my panties. I feel dirty about that, a man just died in front of me, and here I am getting turned on by a man who barely speaks. But the mixture of adrenaline and lust is a heady combination within me. My mind is swollen with sex on the brain.
Reluctantly, he puts me down. I turn the key and we step into the med room, quickly locking the door behind us. Fortunately, there is a side room that has no windows, so people can’t see us if we are in that room. I scan the clinic looking for Cori or Mary, but I don’t see them. So far the inmates haven’t broken in the med clinic, but it’s just a matter of time before it happens, because a lot of them are drug addicts. I try to call out for help but the phone is dead. The inmates must have found the internal grid system, which is scary because that means they can control doors, phones, and outer gates. So now, we are at their mercy. Well, him, I guess. I can only imagine that we are the puppets and Xavier is pulling our strings.
“Fuck, fuck!” I yell into the room as if the room is responsible for this mess.
“Shhhh, keep your fucking voice down. We don’t need anybody looking for you in here. You shouting out fuck is going to bring people here. What’s wrong anyways?” he says, almost sounding annoyed.
“Phones are down, which means the inmates have gotten inside the grid system, so they can control who comes in or out. I just hope the cops were contacted before they got into the grid.” He just nods at me but doesn’t seem fazed by all this. My insides are screaming at me that this guy, even though the hottest I have seen in a long time, is still an inmate. My heart is saying trust him, but my brain is telling me I’m stupid. He could be in on this and just trying to get me alone to do whatever. Not happening, buddy. I check my pocket and make sure the Dick Punch is right where I might need it. I know that I could not fight my way past all of these guys to get my ass out of here, but I will die trying. Jack is way too precious to live without a mom or dad.
Sweat is pouring into my eyes and I realize I still have my gear on. Taking off my spit shield then my flak jacket I hear a groan, almost like a growl. Looking up I lock eyes with Damian, his eyes look hungry, like at any second he could pounce and fuck me senseless. I wouldn’t mind that, but now is not the time nor the place for it. I can feel my nipples harden, and I am not sure if it’s because of him or if it’s because I am hot and sweaty and taking off the jacket cools them, but they are two hard points begging for attention. I’d like to think it’s the latter. Damian is still looking at me like a lion spotting a gazelle.
I start looking around for more weapons without letting Damian in on what I’m doing. Just because he got me out of there by doing a toddler carry doesn’t mean I’m gonna put my life
in his hands. Besides, he could be working with Xavier. While I’m searching, I am trying to think back on the few self-defense classes I took at Newt’s Dojo. Wish I would have stuck with it, but oh well now, can’t go back with the should haves, could haves, or would haves.
Going to the needles case, I find the largest bore needle I can find and I unwrap them, but not uncapping them and put them in my pockets. Then I start thinking of what kind of drugs I can use to hurt someone. Hitting up the morphine I start putting bottles in my pocket with the needles. Damian is looking at me as if I have lost my mind, but I am not going to be caught off guard. A good shot of morphine to the heart and that person can meet a certain death.
What the hell is this bitch doing? We are trapped in a small room off of the room with the medicines and she is acting like an asylum patient. Dunno what the fuck is wrong with her, right now, don’t care. I just need to make sure we stay safe, make sure that we get the hell on out of here. But my mind is a jumbled mess of trying to figure out a way out of this mess and trying to restrain myself from fucking her. Even though I know she would be a good lay, now isn’t the time, contrary to what my dick thinks. My dick keeps stirring in her direction like it knows something I don’t.
She looks like she is starting to panic, moving around the room at lightning speed. Can’t say that I blame her, but sadly enough, I have been through this situation before. She’s starting to pull things out like needles and bottles of medication. I think she is thinking that’s going to help her. I will let her do what she needs to keep herself calm, but let’s face it, a bottle of drugs is not going to stop an attack. Man, her ass looks incredible in those scrub pants. I haven’t been able to look at her ass too much due to hours of not seeing her and when I do, she’s always wearing that flak jacket that looks like it weighs her down. Seeing her ass now without the jacket in the way, my dick is hard to the point of pain. I feel like at any second the seams are going to rip on this uniform and my cock will be pointing in her direction, like an arrow.
Oh shit, she’s looking at me like she is expecting an answer to an unheard question. I didn’t even know she was talking to me, I was so lost in my head thinking about her perfect ass. Now I gotta find some way to play this shit off, and I need to re-adjust my dick in my pants. “What did you say?”
“I said what are we going to do now? I don’t have the answers, and you certainly weren’t going to find them on the backside of my pants.” Busted. Oh well, she has to know that her ass is amazing. The perfect size and shape to admire while she is on all fours.
“It’s a nice ass, and it’s been awhile since I have seen one so nice.” Her cheeks start to pink up, but her eyes are radiating anger.
“I bet it has, why are you in prison anyway?” Ouch, that hurts. She looks at me like I am an inmate, and she kind of has a curling to her lips like she is disgusted. But when I look into her eyes, man, it has a heat to it that I can’t explain. Like at any second she is going to jump on my dick. Wishful thinking on my part, but I would seriously knock the stick outta this bitch’s ass. It would be my pleasure to make her scream my name over and over again. But she is not that kind of girl, the kind you have a one night stand with. She’s the kind that wants the kids, picket fence, and a dog. I have to remind myself to not put the moves on her because that is not my idea of a future. If she wants a little fun, though, I could be down for that.
“Doesn’t matter, wouldn’t change your views of me anyways.”
She softens her face a little bit, “I don’t know about that, you did save my life back there. Even though monsters exist in this place, I haven’t yet been given a reason to believe that you are one.”
“Don’t worry about it, we need to come up with a plan.”
Cocking her head to the side she says, “What kind of plan?”
“The kind that doesn’t get us killed, sweet cheeks. The kind that lets us both walk out alive. That kind of plan.”
She gives me an evil eye, sort of the same look my mom used to get when she wanted me to cut something out. Didn’t work then, her look won’t work now. But damn if it doesn’t make her look hot. It seems as if my brain is being driven by my cock right now. Like it knows there is a woman in the room and its acting like a heat seeking missile going straight for her heart.
“Is there an emergency exit map in this room?” When she stares at me with a blank expression, I feel myself sighing. “You know the kind that tells you which way to go if there is an emergency like a fire? Supposed to be posted on the wall.”
“Oh, I forgot about that, it’s over here” she points to it. Going to look at it, I ask her where the grid system is, and once she shows me a sense of dread fills me. It’s near the only emergency exit out of the prison unless we cut the gate, and then you still have the barbed wire fence to deal with. There is no way I can get us past Xavier and the inmates to get us safely out. So now I need to think of a plan B.
Watching him as he paces about the room and all I want to do is see what’s underneath the prison clothes. I bet it’s good, well hell I have seen him down to his boxers, but I want to see it all. He seems like the kind of man who can move what he has and can make a woman scream. Maybe it’s the adrenaline, maybe it’s just my cobwebbed vagina, but all I can think about is jumping him. Well, that’s not entirely true, I keep thinking about Jack, but that makes me want to cry so I would much rather think about getting some. Even if I truly wanted to, I can’t because for one he’s an inmate, for two, the prison has strict rules about it and I can’t lose this job. Not that it matters in the heat of this moment, we are in a precarious situation.
“Olivia! Olivia! Where the hell are you?” Josh is screaming, looking for me.
“Right here, Josh.” He has the good sense to look relieved, but I feel in my gut that he is anything but. Once he sees Damian in the room with me, his whole demeanor changes. He becomes rigid and stands up straight like it would make him appear bigger than he is. Hard to do with Damian being as tall as he is, and he has a stronger build than Josh. If Damian is a tree, tall, strong and solid, then Josh is a sappling.
“What the hell is HE doing here?” he says, looking at Damian as if he was nothing more than a common street dog. The way he says ‘he’ is dripping with disdain and full of derision.
“HE helped me when this shit all started!” I point to Damian, who is just standing there looking all bunched up. His shoulders are tight, his fists are clenched, and his nostrils are flaring. He looks like an angry bull ready to charge.
“Olivia, you need to step away from him right now!” Josh is trying to assert authority, like that would work on me. He’s not my husband, boyfriend, brother or dad.
“No, Josh, you don’t understand. He helped me, he got me out, and he brought me here. If he hadn’t that psycho, Xavier would have killed me for sure by now. It’s bad enough he already killed Burton. He was on fire, Josh, the smell, oh god the smell! It was the worst thing I have ever seen. He screamed and writhed around. He is dead because of me, his flesh came off on my hand because of me! This whole fucking mess of a situation is because of me!” I’m starting to get hysterical and panicking. I feel like the walls are caving in, and I can’t catch my breath.
“Sweetheart, you need to calm down, look at me.” Damian is trying to talk me down the ledge that I seem to be metaphorically standing on. When I don’t look at him, he roars, “Look. At. Me. Do it now Olivia, look at me, only me.” I swallow huge gulps of air, hoping to expand my lungs enough to fully breathe. Damian is standing in front of me gently stroking my arm. “Shh, shh, shhh it’s ok, you’re safe. I got you, I won’t let anyone get to you.” I don’t know why he is comforting me. A man died because of me. Yes, Xavier killed him, but essentially I lit the match by provoking Xavier every time I saw him. I don’t know if Burton had a family, but if they did, it’s too much to bear.
“Olivia, sweetie, calm down, you have got to calm down. This isn’t going to make things easier.” Josh says, which is complet
ely the opposite of soothing. It makes my skin crawl thinking about him trying to comfort me. He is fulsome and arrogant.
“What do you want, Josh?” Damian asks coolly, still stroking my arm. Just his fingertips on me has my mind racing. I’m caught in a freefall thinking about Burton, his death, and Damian. Burton wasn’t always the greatest guard, but he certainly didn’t deserve to go out that way. Nobody does.
“You don’t get to fucking talk to me, convict. Now open the door and let me in.”
Damian just rumbles at him, deep from his chest, like he cannot deal with Josh right now and a growl wouldn’t cut it. I feel like I am calming down, so I step away from Damian and start walking to the door to let him in.
“No, Olivia, don’t let him in.” Damian says but makes no move to explain why. I’m not understanding.
“Why not, Damian?”
“Because I think he’s working with Xavier.”
“No, Josh wouldn’t do that, he’s a prick but he wouldn’t do that.” I’m looking at Josh as I say it, but even I don’t believe my words, they taste like poison coming off my tongue. Josh rolls his eyes at my words but says nothing to dispute it.
“Olivia, why would I work with them? What reason have I given you that would make you think that I was? I’m a prick like you said, but I’m not the criminal here, he is. Think about it, Olivia, he was cell mates with the guy for Christ’s sake. If you could trust anyone, shouldn’t it be with a colleague and not some inmate?” he says with a sneer. I’ve never noticed how ugly his face gets when he is talking about an inmate. I know he doesn’t like Damian, but he did nothing to him, so why all the hate?
“What is it you want, Josh?” Damian snaps out.
“Open the door and let me in.”
As I go to open the door, Damian stops me. “If this fucker tries anything, I won’t hesitate to hurt him and put him out of his miserable fucking life.”