LOGINElias PovJace pushes to his feet. He digs in the small pack he carried out under his shirt and pulls out a folded paper. The paper is damp at the edges from sweat. He holds it like it weighs more than it should.โChange of plan,โ he says.Rivenโs posture shifts. โExplain.โJace does not look at any of us when he speaks. โThe arson jobs were never just about the money. One of the warehouses I burned held records for a man who still owns half the county outside these walls. He paid me to erase evidence of something worse than what I already did. I kept a copy. Insurance. The paper has coordinates and a name. There is a buyer waiting thirty kilometers from here who will pay enough for all of us to disappear clean. But the deal only works if I deliver it myself tonight.โSilence lands heavy. Kaiโs hand drifts toward the metal tool still tucked in his waistband. Rivenโs voice drops to the tone he used on Cole back in the cell.โYou brought this into the pack without saying it.โโI broug
Elias POV โ๏ธ Break Day โ๏ธThe alarm should not have gone off for another forty minutes, and the man bleeding in the corridor is not supposed to be on this shift.Harlan lies on his side near the laundry door, one hand pressed to the dark stain spreading across his uniform shirt. The radio on his belt crackles once and then goes silent. Kai stands over him with the sharpened length of metal still in his grip. Blood drips from the tip onto the concrete. Riven checks the manโs pulse with two fingers and shakes his head once.โDead,โ he says. โMove. Now.โWe do not have the four minutes and twenty seconds we planned. The alarm is already screaming through the block. Red lights strobe along the ceiling. Somewhere above us boots start hitting stairs.Jace kicks the laundry door open. The service tunnel beyond is narrow and black. I go first because the electronic lock sequence is mine to break. My fingers find the panel in the dark. The codes I memorized f
Elias PovKai works the button of my pants open. The fabric slides down. My cock is already hard, heavy against my stomach.Jace scoops more ice cream and lets it drip along the length of me. The contrast of cold and the heat of the room is sharp. Then he leans in and licks from base to tip in one long, deliberate stroke. The ice cream melts against his tongue and my skin at the same time. I grip the edge of the crate.โLook at you,โ Riven says. โTaking it so well already. That is it. Let him have his fill.โJace works slower now, circling the head, sucking gently, then taking more. The wet sounds fill the small room.Kai kneels behind me, hands spreading me open. His tongue finds the tight rim of my ass and licks in broad, patient strokes. The dual sensation short circuits every careful thought I have left. I push back against Kaiโs mouth and forward into Jaceโs at the same time.Riven watches for a long moment. Then he steps in, tips my chin up, and kisses me hard. His free hand del
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โ 10 DAYS LATER โ THE PLAN โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ Elias POV The night shift guard is on the far side of the block, and the cameras in this corner have been blind. Riven stands with his back to the door. Kai holds a small bar of institutional soap like it is a marker. Jace keeps watch through the narrow gap in the curtain. I stand in the middle of the wet tile and watch the lines take shape. Kai draws the east fence first. Then the service tunnel that runs under the laundry. Then the camera blind spots I mapped for them over the last nine days. โYou see it?โ Riven asks. He adds a final arrow that points to the outer maintenance gate. โI see it,โ I say. โThe timing has to be exact. If the second guard on the south tower stays on schedule we have four minutes and twenty seconds from the laundry door to the fence. After that the motion lights kick on.โ Jace lets the curtain fall back into place. โFour minutes is tight.โ โIt is enou
Elias POV I shuffle the remaining cards even though it is not my turn.โI built a system that redirected insurance payouts into accounts that did not exist on paper. When the companies collapsed, the investigations pointed at middle managers who had nothing to do with it. Three of them took their own lives. One drove his car into a bridge support. The state decided I was the root. Fifteen years. Eligible for parole in nine if I stay quiet and useful.โKai lets out a low whistle. โCold.โโNecessary,โ I say. โAt the time it felt necessary.โJace wins the next hand. โDid you miss anything out there? Real food? Soft bed? Someone waiting?โโQuiet,โ I answered. โI miss the quiet that does not come with concrete walls.โKai takes the third hand. He does not ask a question right away. He just studies the way my fingers rest on the edge of the bunk. โYou flinched when the door opened too fast. Old habit or new?โโOld. Committing illegal crimes and money laundering makes one fear when nothin
Elias POV The cell door clangs open and three sets of eyes pin me in place like I already belong to them.I stand there with my bedroll under one arm and the thin mattress rolled under the other.My new cell is bigger than the last one, two bunks high on each side, a metal toilet in the corner, and a narrow window that shows nothing but gray sky. The three men do not move. They just looked.The one in the middle sits on the lower bunk like it is a throne. Broad shoulders, dark hair cut short, a scar that runs from his left eyebrow down to his jaw. His eyes are the kind that measure distance and threat at the same time. Next to him leans a younger guy with ink crawling up both arms, restless fingers tapping against his thigh. The third one stands by the sink, drying his hands on a towel that looks cleaner than anything I have seen in months. He is leaner, sharper around the edges, and he watches me the way a man watches a door that might open the wrong way.โName,โ the scarred one s
JEZEBEL โ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ 7-๐ข๐ง๐๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐.โ I sat across from my best friend Sarah on her couch, a half empty bottle of wine between us. "I've known her for sucking a ridiculous amount of dicks
JEZEBEL My phone would not stop blowing up. Missed calls from my uncle. Texts asking where I was. I tried to play it cool when my uncle called again. "Hey, sorry I missed you. I was out late with friends. Is everything okay?"His voice sounded off. "We need to talk, Lila. In person. Come by my p
JEZEBEL "Dinner at my place tonight. Seven sharp. Do not be late." That was all Jax said. No please, no extra words. Just that deep commanding tone even through a message.I spent the rest of the day distracted, shifting in my chair because I was already getting wet thinking about what he had plan
JEZEBEL The next afternoon I could not stop thinking about him. My mind was still aching from the night before. I grabbed the old toolbox my uncle had left at our last family thing and used it as my excuse. I texted Jax quickly. "Hey, dropping off something for uncle at your place. You home?" He







