“Don’t thank me,” Stew had said. “Witnesses said you didn’t fight back.”
While that was true, the warden was hardly ever lenient when someone broke his rules. Part of me believed the Feds had gotten wind of my brawl and talked to the warden. But Travers or Brock would probably never admit it. Or maybe they would and hold it over my head. Speaking of the Feds, I hadn’t gotten another visit from them.
I hadn’t seen Costa again either, which was fine by me. I was hoping I didn’t have to deal with the fucker when he was released from solitary in another two weeks, although rumor was Costa wouldn’t return to my cellblock. I wasn’t surprised. The warden didn’t like deaths on his résumé.
In the meantime, I tried to call Duke again using Rudy’s phone, but no one answered, not even the chick with the siren’s voice. Luck wasn’t on my side. I’d been informed a day after my brawl with Costa that the parole board postponed my parole hearing because of a mix-up in scheduling or some fucking excuse.
Fucking government.
Farley nudged me. “Inside.”
I snarled at the guard before I waltzed into the ten-by-ten room with a table, three chairs, and the same gray cement walls I’d come to hate over the years.
Kelton Maxwell’s jaw dropped to the table when he saw me. But mine hit the fucking floor when my gaze rounded to the woman sitting next to him. Her silky black hair hung wild and free, and her shiny emerald-green eyes stared back at me. Her round tits appeared bigger than I remembered, and those lips were made to tempt any man, gay or straight.
Her red lips curled slightly, making my knees buckle.
What is Jade Kelly doing here?
My high school days came roaring back with a vengeance. The blood rushed south like a river swollen after a violent storm, causing my dick to throb.
Farley practically pushed me toward the table. “Sit your ass down.”
That was probably a good idea since my dick was growing. I stumbled to the lone chair, not taking my eyes off Jade. My heart punched my ribs as hard as Costa had rammed his fists into my face and gut.
“What happened to you?” Kelton’s voice was deep and commanding, but not enough to make me take my eyes off Jade, who looked everywhere but at me.
A halo shined around her, or maybe it was the light spilling in from the window. Either way, she was an angel.My angel.I’d often lain in my bunk at night, thinking of her, wondering if she was married, had kids, and if she still hated me.
I would give anything to know what was going through her head. The last time I’d seen her was a year before I’d gotten arrested. She’d been walking into a restaurant with her friend Mallory in Roxbury. I’d been in the area, making a drop to a client. I’d almost stopped to say hi, but she had seemed happy, and I couldn’t shit on her happiness.
Kelton snapped his fingers. “Did you hear me? When did you get into a fight? And why didn’t you tell me?”
Jade stared at her blank notepad as her mouthwatering chest rose and fell, drawing my attention to her voluptuous breasts.
I dropped into the chair while my brain wandered down memory lane, flashing through times when she and I had been naked.
Motherfucker.
Getting laid would be icing on a bare cake. I had a strong urge to kick Kelton out of the room until I could fuck Jade senseless.
“You’re not listening.” Kelton tried to get my attention for the third time.
Jade lifted her head and peeked at me through her long lashes. Desire flashed in her bright emerald orbs.
My dick jerked as I swallowed the sand coating the back of my throat.
“Farley, we’re good,” Kelton said.
No, we weren’t. I wasn’t. With Jade in the room, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate.
There goes my parole hearing.
I mentally shook off images of my girl naked. If I couldn’t get those thoughts out of my head, I would jack off and not care that Kelton and Jade were watching me.
Kelton cleared his throat. “Let’s start again. What happened to you? This will not look good at your parole hearing on Friday.”
The connection between Jade and me snapped. “Why did the parole board postpone?”
