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Chapter 51: Brother in Chains

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Jordan

The van rattled like an old tin can, every bump in the cracked road jerking the chains tight around my wrists and ankles. I sat there, back pressed against cold steel, listening to the hum of the engine and the low mutters of the guards across from me. Just as Bill promised, they were armed to the teeth—rifles across their chests, sidearms strapped down, body armor snug and black.

Overkill. But that’s how the system saw me. A loaded gun in human form. Deep in my soul, I love that they've crowned me with that entitlement.

I could feel their eyes flicking over to me every few seconds, like I might snap at any moment and tear the whole van apart with my bare hands. And maybe, once upon a time, I would’ve given them a reason to believe that. But that's not gonna happen. Not when the only thing waiting at the end of this ride was my shot at redemption.

I could still hear Tariq's voice in my head when he told me. The news that she’d been found—sick, broken, but at least she's alive.
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  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 51: Brother in Chains

    Jordan The van rattled like an old tin can, every bump in the cracked road jerking the chains tight around my wrists and ankles. I sat there, back pressed against cold steel, listening to the hum of the engine and the low mutters of the guards across from me. Just as Bill promised, they were armed to the teeth—rifles across their chests, sidearms strapped down, body armor snug and black.Overkill. But that’s how the system saw me. A loaded gun in human form. Deep in my soul, I love that they've crowned me with that entitlement.I could feel their eyes flicking over to me every few seconds, like I might snap at any moment and tear the whole van apart with my bare hands. And maybe, once upon a time, I would’ve given them a reason to believe that. But that's not gonna happen. Not when the only thing waiting at the end of this ride was my shot at redemption.I could still hear Tariq's voice in my head when he told me. The news that she’d been found—sick, broken, but at least she's alive.

  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 51: Do Marks Fade?

    Quincy I sat on the edge of the bunk, elbows pressed into my knees, my shirt tugged halfway up my chest as if exposing myself might make the evidence vanish. Fun fact: It didn’t. The skin told the story better than I could—red and purple blooms along my ribs, my collarbone, the inside of my arm. Hickies. His teeth. His mouth.He devoured every inch of me he could reach, while I just stood there, taking all of it. And what scares me the most is that at that moment, I couldn't get enough of it. I let my heart take control, and my brain—my senses were knocked out. I let my head fall forward into my hands. Every time I thought I could shove the memory into some dark corner of my mind, it came back whole—his breath hot against my throat, his hand at the back of my neck, the pressure of his body pinning me in that dusty warehouse. I remembered how it felt in the moment—how my pulse had surged, how some shameful part of me had leaned into it.It was nice. Too nice.But now—now it burned.I

  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 50: Cross Boarders

    Jordan It happened just like the last time Tariq visited, maybe even worse. I was pulled out of the visiting area by two guards. The one that brought me in, and another. I drew all the attention of the inmates and their visitors to myself. And even at that, I was so close to losing my shit. So close to slamming the piece of plastic in my hand against the viewing glass, and watching it spread across the marble floor.So close to ruining everything in my path. Myself, including. Because nothing else matters except for the fact that my sister and niece were in a bad condition, and there was nothing I could do to help any of them. Tariq maintained a safe distance as he watched the guard zap me with a taxer. It was only then the world stopped spinning and the images of my sister and her child stopped flooding into my damn mind.But now that I'm back in my cell, sitting on the like some hopeless man, the images are back, and they're flooding into my damn mind with speed. Inwardly, I'm a

  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 49: Shattered Bloodline

    JordanGetting back to the block after last night turned out unimaginably possible with Tommy's help. I mean that guy is literally my backbone in this yard that wears out the life of every inmate in it. The sun was almost out when we had finished our extra curricular activity. While Preppy was still recovering from the shock and highness of our deed, I slipped my hand into the pocket of my pants and took out three pills of naltrexone. I broke one into half. Threw one and a half down my throat. The remaining, I administered it to him. I did the clearing myself. First off, I disposed of the bottles—somewhere nice and safe, where no eyes could easily reach. Then I helped my wobbly cellie into his clothing, dusted off his body because the hot fucker sat still on the fall with his eyes and his mouth like a victim from a horror movie. I was as drunk as he was. Maybe even twice as drunk because I found his thick, warm cum so fucking intoxicating. I cleaned myself up as well. I led him ou

  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 48: Completely Lust

    JordanIf heaven is real as they said it was, I found it in the soul of this young guy I have under my clutches. Maybe not heaven itself—its gate. But I sure as hell was standing at the entrance, with a full hope of going in.In one week, I've unwrapped a new version of Preppy. One goddamn week is all it took, and even if I'm getting the reaction I'd dreamed of, I craved to see more. So much more.This ain't something new. For a decade, I've gotten really good at playing with my victim—both the ones I seeked their blood and the ones I seeked their soul.With Quincy, it feels a bit different and similar all the same. The more I touched every inch of his smooth skin I could reach, the more I thirst for a lot more.My hands on his skin ain't enough.My lips nibbling his ain't enough.My tongue swirling around his ain't fucking enough.My hand jerking him so sweetly ain't fucking enough either.I want more.So while I just crave to draw the blood of others—my flings before now—I crave mor

  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 46: Drowning Fire

    QuincyHow many swigs of his afterlife drink will it take before I completely pass away?It feels like I’m floating in the sky. Any moment now, I’ll be led by two angels to heaven’s gate—or maybe the other way, which I think I might fit into, because Jordan keeps pouring more gasoline on my heated skin.I’m so lightheaded, but still aware of my surroundings and everything he’s doing to me. The rest of the world sinks into the background. All I feel are Jordan’s hands on me for the third time this week, his breath brushing my face—my lips. Maybe it’s the tingly feeling of the clouds, if they actually were tingly… or maybe it’s something else.If I were sober, I’d have protested, resisted him pushing me into the same pit I’d been in two days ago. My heart hammers in my ribcage as I think of how vulnerable this moment will make me. All I can do is lean back with heavy lids, a light head, and take whatever sultry poison Jordan dishes out. The thief sees my vulnerability, and he goes strai

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