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Chapter 96: Rookie
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Cellblock Heat Chapter 98: Mercy and Madness
Quincy“If you’re saying this because you feel sorry for me, I need you to stop right there,” I said flatly, burying my head back in the crossword puzzle I wasn’t even solving.A few minutes ago, Jordan had walked in with big news — the kind that would’ve had me flipping tables three months ago. But lately? My excitement was dead on arrival. And yes, ever since that night I got wasted and said a bunch of things I now find cringe, he’s been walking around like some gentle nursemaid trying to fix me.“Believe me, I know exactly what I’d do if I was actually feeling sorry for you,” Jordan said, voice lazy, rough.“Of course you do.”“And it would be something more fun.”My pen froze midair. “Listen,” I said, eyes still glued to the page, “my shithead father — who’s made an Olympic sport out of ignoring me — wouldn’t suddenly turn savior just because he felt like cleaning dirty deeds. The man’s allergic to having a bad name.”“Oh, similar trait, isn’t it?” Jordan waggled his brows, a smir
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 know if he’s truly a threat.Bill looked up from his paperwork, his spectacles sliding a little down his nose as his eyes flicked up at me — sharp and assessing. The man always had that permanent air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to smile through it.The office smelled like polished wood and coffee that had gone cold hours ago. Sunlight poured through the blinds, casting prison-bar stripes across the floor — poetic, if you asked me.“Always impatient, aren’t you, Vex?” Bill said, leaning back in his chair. “You remind me of me when I was your age.”“Guess that’s why we get along,” I replied, pulling the chair opposite him and dropping into it without an invitation.He sighed, b
Cellblock Heat Chapter 96: Rookie
JordanThe thwack of the tennis ball echoed across the yard. It's sharp, rhythmic, and satisfying. I liked that sound. It was one of the few things in this godforsaken place that didn’t sound like the clicks of cuffs.“Your serve, Vex!” Manny called, tossing the ball up in a smooth arc. His grin split his face wide, sweat glinting on his temples under the harsh afternoon sun.I raised my bat, rolling my shoulders once. “You sure about that? I don’t miss.”“You always miss,” he laughed, squinting against the light. “That arm of yours only works when you’re punching someone.”I snorted, repositioning my grip. “You talk too much, old man.”The ball came flying, fast and spinning. I stepped in, the bat slicing air—clean contact. The ball rocketed back across the court, clipping the far wall before bouncing out of bounds.Manny groaned. “Show-off!”“Skill,” I corrected, grinning. “Don’t hate the player.”We’d been at it for about twenty minutes. The yard was alive. Some inmates are lifting
Cellblock Heat Chapter 96: Seven Shots Deep
JordanSeven shots of gin between us, and Preppy’s got his guard down—leaning into me like I’m the only safe thing left, like the alcohol and his dilemma were hand in hand, chaperoning him straight to his grave.His breath reeks of the cheap burn we downed in the warehouse—the one I smuggled in after the day’s shift. From holding a blade to my throat hours ago to this—the back of his head resting against my neck, mumbling about how unfair the world is.Guess the liquor’s good at peeling back his pretty layers.“Don’t you dare look so smug,” he slurs, voice a mix of accusation and surrender.I chuckle, low in his ear. “I’m not smug. Just… observant.”He laughs—brokenly. The sadness leaking through his laughter vibrates against my chest. When he straightens up to face me, his eyes are glassy—half-drunk, half-lost.“I don’t know what to believe anymore, Jordan.” He shakes his head slowly, tilting it like the movement alone might make sense of things. “Everything’s crashing down on me. I
Cellblock Heat Chapter 94: Every Man Has His Price
Edward“Mr. Laurent… I’m afraid I have some news that might interest—”Bill’s low voice filtered through the receiver the way one delivers a confession rather than a report. I felt my chest stiffen. It wasn’t often that Warden Bill called me personally. Except he did, of course.I pressed the phone tighter to my ear. “Go ahead, Warden.”There was a long pause on the other end. I could hear him exhale—tiredly, reluctantly. “It’s about your son, Quincy.”My heart skipped once. Then again. “Is he safe, Bill?”“Yes, he is.”A pause.“Quincy Laurent is being suspected,” Bill began, the words rolling off his tongue like shards of glass, “of being involved in the recent murders that happened in the east block. Particularly Malik’s case, which is also bleeding into the second suicide — an inmate named Diego San.”I didn’t respond for a moment. My mind, my blood—everything in me froze. The silence on my end stretched longer than it should have, and Bill didn’t interrupt it. I could hear my pul
Cellblock Heat Chapter 93: BuzzKill
Jordan I lean back on the pool tiles, slick with water, still catching my breath when Manny groans beside me.“Shit, I forgot how much butterfly strokes murder the shoulders,” he says, flexing his arms like he’s just come from war. “Feels like I’ve been wrestling crocodiles.”I smirk. “That’s because you swim like one. Heavy splashes, wide mouth, no grace.”“Wide mouth?” He gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “Coming from the guy who nearly inhaled half the pool in round four?”“Fuck you,” I scoff. “That was a tactical gulp.”We both laugh, the sound echoing off the walls of the massive prison pool, half-empty with only a couple of other inmates scattered around. The water laps gently against my skin, cool enough to sting the sweat out of my body. We’d just gone eight rounds—neither of us willing to back down first—and now the silence between strokes settles into something calmer.Manny exhales long and low, tilting his head back against the tiles. “You know… my girl used to lov
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