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Chapter 143: Escape Scheme
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JordanI’m on the rooftop, pressing my spine against the cold metal of the air vent, like it might hold me together if I lean hard enough. The wind is vicious tonight. Sharp and unrelenting. I stripped down to my briefs and let it have me. Let it gnaw every inch of my skin..It’s easier than sitting still with my thoughts.Block C is dark. Lights out.I waited thirty minutes after it went dark, before I came up here, slipped away while the block was still buzzing with noise and bullshit. It’s not hard to guess why I needed the air. Or why I needed to be alone.All the reasons blur into one.The cell feels too small without him.And I feel too large inside it, like I don’t fit anymore.It’s been twelve hours since Quincy walked out of Blackbridge.Twelve hours since he became an ex-convict.I made damn sure I didn’t give myself time to think. Took every yard duty I could get. Volunteered for shit no one else wanted. I went from laundry to hauling, scrubbing, doing anything that soaks me
Cellblock Heat Chapter 143: Escape Scheme
Quincy Sneaking out of your own welcome party should feel…wrong.It didn't, actually.It feels like winning a racing game, and having a large number of NPCs cheering me on.The adrenaline hits me the moment I decide to do it. My body agrees with my brain that staying another second in Al Thuraya Ballroom will actually kill me. Or worse, trap me in a conversation about “my relationship” with Stacy, her manicured hand latched onto my sleeve like I’m a limited-edition item about to be recalled.The dance kinda saved me.After the dabke wraps up and the men are laughing, sweating, slapping one another on the back, the women take their turn. Music shifts. The energy changes. It's time for the women to come up on the dance floor. There’s a sharper rhythm now, hips and shoulders moving in practiced confidence, glittering fabric catching the light.Stacy is immediately swallowed by it.Her face lights up with so much enthusiasm. Her eyes are bright, hands lifted, body moving like she'd maste
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Quincy Car rides are so exhausting.I know it's kind of ironic coming from someone who runs an international company.But it's part of the few things I've got to endure aside from the noise, hunger and discomfort Blackbridge taught me.I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes, exhaustion settling deep in my bones. It's been six months since I saw trees and modern buildings. I had watched them race backwards before I shit my eyes.By the time the car slowed and turned onto the narrow gravel road leading to the cemetery, my chest felt tight. The wrought-iron gates loomed ahead, familiar in a way that hurt. I hadn’t been here since the funeral. My father said it was better that way. He said it was so I could feel less… emotional.Guess what? I believed him.Always playing the good son.Well, not anymore.The car stopped. One of the guards opened my door, and cold air kissed my skin welcome-to-the-real-world. I stepped out slowly, legs stiff, heart pounding like I was abou
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