Page 646 of The Tempted
He lifted his eyes to mine and smiled widely.
“It’s Jimmy’s time,” he revealed.
“He’s here?”
“It seems like just yesterday you and Jack paid me a visit and we first concocted this plan,” he smiled nostalgically. “I always liked playing God, now I get to play it with that no good prick’s life.”
He viciously scratched the razor against the cement, obviously angered just thinking about Jimmy Gold.
I got his pain.
That motherfucker ruined my life too.
The only difference is I have one to get back to and Vic didn’t. I felt sorry for him and I knew if I told him that I’d kill what was left of his soul. He didn’t want anyone’s pity.
“They’ll be coming to bring me to the chapel. Do me a favor?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Continue to sharpen this when I’m gone, but make sure you put the sheet up. You don’t have to worry about the guards but the scum we’re locked up with, they’re all rat bastards,” he said, taking my hand and opening my palm before dropping the blade into it and closing it.
“Nice and sharp, like the tip of a needle,” he instructed.
I glanced down at the weapon in the palm of my hand as Vic walked behind me and untied the sheet from the bars. I shoved the razor under my mattress and watched as Vic grabbed his bible. Two minutes later a correction officer took him to church.
Two minutes later I was devising a plan of my own.
