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Chapter 79: Two Left Behind

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last update Date de publication: 2025-09-22 10:55:11
Jordan

The medic with the clipboard gives me one last look, mutters something about “ice every hour,” and straightens up. The other finishes the tape on my ankle with a hard press of his thumb, then stands too. Their white vests are already flecked with sweat from the yard.

“We need to get back outside,” the older one says. “Coach wants extra coverage.”

“Fine,” I grunt. My voice stays steady even though my ankle’s pulsing like a heartbeat under the wrap.

He tilts his chin at Quincy, who
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    QuincyThe engine's cold from how long we've been waiting in the parking lot of Blackbridge.Rafael is draped over the steering wheel like he's mourning a fallen comrade. His forehead thumps softly against it once. And twice…and thrice, for emphasis.He groans, and it takes my sharp senses to pick up his words. “We’ve been here for two hours and…” he checks the clock again, as he calculates with clear precision “fifteen minutes past the assumed release window.” I glance up from my phone, where I haven’t actually been reading anything for the past twenty minutes. “You’re exaggerating.”“I am not,” he says, voice muffled by leather and despair. “On your release day, it didn’t take this long.”I snort. “On my release day, you were eager to see me, so time wasn't a damn factor.”“That was payday, Quincy.”“And that was the release of your second boss. The genial one.”Among all my dad's worker's, I've always seen Rafael as someone I could be cool with. He wants to be strict in regards t

  • Cellblock Heat    Epilogue

    JordanBill is the last person I expect to see when the door buzzes.Not a guard. Not a clerk with dead eyes and a checklist. Bill—standing there like he owns the place, suit jacket folded over his arm, sleeves rolled just enough to say I’m official, but I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty.For a second, I think my brain’s fucking with me again.Then he smiles.“Well,” he says. “You ready to stop being state property?”I blink once. Then I scoff. “Didn’t know they let civilians do the honors now.”“They don’t,” Bill replies easily. “I insisted.”Of course he did.I step forward anyway, chains clinking softly as the guard unlocks the cuffs. The sound echoes too loud in the small room, like it’s trying to imprint itself into my skull one last time. Bill watches it all with an expression that’s calm but sharp—like he’s cataloging everything for later.The cuffs come off.Just like that.My wrists feel naked. Wrong. Free in a way that makes my skin prickle.Bill gestures toward the desk.

  • Cellblock Heat    Epilogue

    Four months laterJordan.In the absence of you know who, I made adjustment. Yeah, b’cos “amendment” ain't the word.JordanThe yard feels different when it’s your last day in it.Same cracked concrete. Same rusted bleachers baking under the sun. Same chain-link fence humming faintly as the wind passes through it. But today, every sound lands heavier, like my body already knows I’m about to leave it all behind.I sit on the bleachers anyway.One foot planted on the bench below, elbows resting on my knee, hands loosely clasped. My duffel bag is by my feet—everything I own reduced to frayed fabric and folded prison-issued clothes. It’s strange how light it feels. Like I expected more weight. Like I expected leaving to hurt in a different way.Manny drops down beside me with a grunt, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He looks the same as always—unbothered, unhurried, permanently settled. Manny has the posture of a man who knows exactly where he’ll be sleeping for the rest of

  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 182: Denizen

    Jordan From a distance, Stacy looks so small. She folded in on herself, knees drawn up. I see a glass of wine dangling loosely from her fingers like she forgot it was there. The ocean laps somewhere beyond the glass railing in a steady motion. Rafael chose to park properly in the garage, then we took a walk to the ocean view suit to clear the alcohol out of our heads. We didn't expect to see Stacy waiting in…whatever that state was. Rafael slows beside me instinctively, already angling toward her. “I’ve got this, man,” I murmur, my hand lifting to stop him. “Go take a rest.” He hesitates, searching my face, then nods once. He didn't go off like I asked him to. He stays back, close enough to intervene if needed, far enough to respect the moment. I walk toward her slowly. The closer I get, the clearer the details become. The dark stain of wine bleeding into the pale fabric of her dress. Her shoulders shook in that restrained way that tells me she’s been crying for a while

  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 181: Lost Love

    Quincy From a distance, Stacy looks so small. She folded in on herself, knees drawn up. I see a glass of wine dangling loosely from her fingers like she forgot it was there. The ocean laps somewhere beyond the glass railing in a steady motion. Rafael chose to park properly in the garage, then we took a walk to the ocean view suit to clear the alcohol out of our heads. We didn't expect to see Stacy waiting in…whatever that state was. Rafael slows beside me instinctively, already angling toward her. “I’ve got this, man,” I murmur, my hand lifting to stop him. “Go take a rest.” He hesitates, searching my face, then nods once. He didn't go off like I asked him to. He stays back, close enough to intervene if needed, far enough to respect the moment. I walk toward her slowly. The closer I get, the clearer the details become. The dark stain of wine bleeding into the pale fabric of her dress. Her shoulders shook in that restrained way that tells me she’s been crying for a while.

  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 180: Grounded

    QuincyMy sight isn't the first thing that comes back to me. It’s muffled sound warped, like I’m underwater and someone’s yelling from the surface. Voices collide and separate, echoing strangely inside my skull. There’s a pressure on my firm chest and it's rhythmic, and my body reacts before my mind does, a sharp gasp tearing out of me like I’ve been dragged up from a deep water I wasn’t done drowning in.Air burns my lungs.I choke on it.“Idiot, absolute fucking idiot.” a voice snaps with panic and something dangerously close to guilt. “I should’ve never…never agreed to this—”That voice becomes clear, and it doesn't take me a lot to realise it's Rafael's.Even half-dead, my brain recognizes the cadence of his voice. The way he sounds when he’s furious but terrified underneath when he didn’t meet up my Dad's expectations. The way he sounds when he thinks he’s failed at a job he takes personally.Something wet splashes across my mouth before I can brace for it, and my body convulses

  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 97: Lies and Loyalty

    JordanIn Bill’s Office.“With all due respect, Bill — cut the crap. My ankle’s doing just fine. How about we digress from that irrelevant topic?”I’m not here for chitchat, especially not when I feel like Ramos was behind the strange footage. My gut tells me so. He should start talking — I need to

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  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 99: Existential Crisis

    Quincy To cut the long story short, Jordan got his new cell—just like Bill promised.And me? I got the short end of the stick.I’m not saying this to sound pathetic, but I thought our sultry little bromance meant something.I mean, it did to me—ever since I realized he wasn’t a total douchebag.No

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  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 101: Therapy Session No. 101

    QuincyFor a while, all my emotions have been bubbling up inside me, churning like acid in my stomach. They’d been my near-constant companion for the past few days, ever since I got back to this cell and saw that Jordan had left—without a proper goodbye or something.Jeez, I hate that I get really

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  • Cellblock Heat    Chapter 104: Jordan On Rampage

    QuincyWhat exactly was I wrong about?For the stupid answer I got from Jordan or the way my body’s losing every ounce control.Jordan is going on a full rampage, taking on every inch of my body. Tearing up the little bit of awareness I’ve gathered in my five days of solidarity.His fingers mapping

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