Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“You’re not even trying to blend in,” Kelly growled, holding out the handcuffs.
I let him fit them onto my wrists, then glared at him when he tried to put them on too tight.
He sighed and loosened them up.
“See what I mean?” he asked.
I shrugged.
“You knew going in that I wasn’t going to be a regular prisoner,” I pointed out.
He growled in frustration.
“Well, you could at least act like I’m the one in charge here,” he muttered under his breath.
I laughed and led the way out of the infirmary.
He definitely wasn’t the man in charge.
I was.
Chapter 4
I think we’re all trying to find that certain someone that’ll love us for the awesome fucking disaster that we really are.
-Fact of Life
Freya
I was stupid.
Really stupid.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
But it was Christmas, and I didn’t have anything else to do.
The old guard with the harsh eyes took in my outfit, and I looked down at my ensemble once again, scared there was some weird stain.
There wasn’t.
Just like there hadn’t been the last time I’d looked.
I’d painstakingly chosen my outfit, trying on purpose to look more dressed down than I would usually be if I was going out for Christmas dinner.
Sure, this one wasn’t so much a Christmas dinner as a visit to a prison, but I was still meeting Ridley not at my job.
I was wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt, black cowboy boots with silver swirls on them, and my hair was up and out of my face.
I’d read the rules.
I couldn’t wear a dress. I couldn’t wear open toed shoes. I couldn’t wear revealing clothing. My hair couldn’t be down. No jewelry.
That one I was breaking.
You couldn’t tell, though.
I’d tucked the pendant Corey had given me three years ago for my birthday in between my breasts, making it quite impossible to see unless you actually went digging for it.
It was made of leather, too, so it wouldn’t show up on a metal scanner.
Which was what I was doing right then.
The old man waved for me to turn around and I did, presenting him with my back.
The handheld metal scanner squawked once and then went silent as he went over my belt.
“You can move on,” he said, handing me back my purse.
I smiled at him.
“Thanks,” I said softly.
His eyes took me in, studying me from head to toe, then dismissed me.
I laughed softly under my breath as I went to the next guard.
He was standing behind a big counter, and he held out his hand to me.
“Driver’s license,” he said.
I sifted through my purse, pulling out my wallet, and painstakingly worked my license out.
“Sorry,” I said, putting a little muscle behind it. “I haven’t removed it in two years.”
He didn’t look as understanding as I thought he would be, and the woman behind me sighed.
“Maybe you can get it out,” I said, offering him my wallet.
He removed it within two seconds, swiped it into his computer, and then handed the wallet back to me with the license back where it went.
“You’ll sign in and out,” he ordered. “No touching the inmate; a brief embrace in greeting and another before you leave. No sudden moves. If we tell you to get to the back wall, you immediately get to the back wall or your privileges will be revoked. Understand?”
I nodded emphatically.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, nervous now.
Why would I need to get to the back wall?
Were there prison breaks often?
Would one of them try to beat the shit out of me? Choke me with their handcuffs?
My overactive brain ran away from me as I walked to the next station.
“Who are you here to see?” the guard asked.
This one had a clipboard in his hand, and he never once glanced up as he asked the question.
“Ummm, last name of Walker,” I said, looking around the room where the tables quickly started to fill up.
So I’d done a no-no.
I’d literally coerced information out of everyone and everything until I could piece together what was going on with Ridley.
And I’d done a damn fine job of it thanks to a couple of friends who’d felt bad for me.
They, of course, didn’t know why I was asking. They just gave me the info and told me not to do anything stupid.
Visiting him wasn’t stupid, was it?
The guard looked up then, his eyes surprised and wide as he took me in.
“No can do.” The guard shook his head and stepped back. “Walker is in the…”
The guard next to him that was checking in another woman cleared his throat.
“Let her in. Family,” he ordered.
The guard studied the new guard, and I bit my lip, hoping they wouldn’t send me away again.
“You can go to the extended family visit room,” he said, pointing to the door on the right side of the room. “I’ll bring him to you shortly.”
I looked where he was pointing, then back at him with confusion in my eyes.