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Chapter 54: When shields Fall
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Cellblock Heat Chapter 56: To Live Another Day
QuincyBlood—so much blood—ran warm down my sides, soaking through the cheap fabric of the jumpsuit, sticking it to my skin. The sharp tang of iron filled my nose, thick, choking. Every breath hurt, shallow and ragged, my lungs rattling like loose glass.My nerves and senses came back seconds after I crashed to the ground. My body didn’t save me from the torture dished out by my dear friend, Malik. My vision wasn’t fully restored, but I didn’t need it to see the triumph in his stance, even under the poor light of the place he’d chosen as my death site.I heard his boots shuffle backward. Blood dripped from the blade in his hand, splattering into my mouth through parted lips, adding to the gore I was already choking on. His face was still half-shielded by cloth, but his eyes burned through it—cold, merciless, savoring every second.“Told you I’d take my revenge,” he whispered, crouching low so his words curled into my ear like smoke. “Without Vex, you’re nothing. Just a soft little pri
Cellblock Heat Chapter 55: A Glimpse of Amara
Jordan “Why aren’t you moving?” The guard standing beside me impaled the silence that pulsed around us like a quiet, hulking beast. It’s been minutes since I left the ward Elle was in. I had lost the ability to move from the floor that I’d stayed on since I left Elle. Most of me still clung to her, like wet clothing plastered against her skin. It’s too soon to leave her behind. The sad look that lingered in her eyes when she bid me goodbye—like she thought she’d never get to see me again—still sat heavy on me. My eyes were fixed on the floor, which reflected the fluorescent bulbs in the ceilings. My breath was shallow. I didn’t even notice when I slid down to the hospital floor, my boots scraping against the tile. I just sat there, staring at nothing, thinking about a little girl I never met, but already felt in my blood.The guard stalked toward me. “What the fuck is this, Vex? Get your shit together, let’s head back to Blackbridge.” He shifted his gun when he saw I was unmoving. I
Cellblock Heat Chapter 54: When shields Fall
Quincy I didn’t mean to stop walking, but my legs froze when I caught sight of him.Standing beside a Ford Transit was Jordan. He stood still, stretching forth his hands to a guard who locked them with hand cuffs. Chains were extended to his ankles as well, and at that moment, he was so calm like it was another person, and not the usual Jordan. The guards had every reason to chain him up that way first, he was not only a convict, but he was a threat to both the guards and the free mass. Secondly, he was going out into a world that temporarily wasn't meant for him. When Jordan was properly chained, the guard shoved him towards the van like he personally had an issue with him. I would be surprised if he did. Jordan had six guards on escort. The guards didn’t just hold rifles; they clutched them like they expected him to break loose any second, like he was a ticking bomb in human skin.I wasn't the only one watching from the yard, other inmates were. Jordan had a way of projecting hims
Cellblock Heat Chapter 53: Brother Mine
ElleThe soft hum of the hospital machines had become my lullaby. I hated it, but it was the only rhythm sustaining me, the only sound keeping me alive—alive enough to hold on for Amara, alive enough to hope that I might see my brother again before it was too late.My fingers trembled against the edge of the blanket, the tremors always worse when exhaustion crept in. Dysmetria—the doctors named it like some foreign curse, and perhaps that’s what it was. I had been diagnosed only weeks before Jordan was locked up, and now it had only grown worse. My balance was gone, my coordination betrayed me, and on my darkest days, my mind frayed until everything blurred together. But none of that compared to the guilt that lived inside me.The guilt of silence. The guilt of ignoring Jordan’s calls when he needed me most. And when I finally did answer, my words were sharp, cruel. Not because I hated him—no, never that—but because I was already disappointed in the wreckage of my world, and most of a
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
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