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Chapter 30
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Cassidy strolled the hallway like it was a private runway.Anders and Chu flanked him in perfect sync—one ahead, one behind. Silent. Unmoving. The kind of presence you didn’t earn—you bought. Cassidy didn’t need them to kill anyone today. Just exist. That was enough.As they passed cell blocks and administrative corners, inmates glanced over. Some with grudges. Some with admiration. Most with envy.Cassidy didn’t return the looks. He didn’t have to.In the crook of his elbow, he carried a slim black box—matte-finished, imported.Inside?Cigars.Not cheap ones. Not commissary filth rolled in desperation.These were Nocturne Ember 42s—mild, honey-wrapped, oak-aged. One of his last luxuries smuggled in via a favor owed from a kitchen staffer with expensive tastes and no gambling control.Cassidy slid one out, turned it slowly between his fingers. He wouldn’t light it, not here. He wasn’t an amateur. This was about posture, not smoke.Vic caught up at the next hallway bend, breath a littl
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Arthur parked the bike just outside the prison perimeter, the engine cutting out with a quiet sputter. He pulled off his helmet, checked the time—His phone buzzed.Charles.He answered, already half-smiling. “Hey.”“Look who decided to answer the call!” Charles’s voice came through bright, sarcastic. “What is this, a solar eclipse?”Arthur laughed. “I was gonna call you later.”“You always say that.”“I mean it this time.”“Mm-hmm,” Charles drawled. “So? How’s your boyfriend?”Arthur hesitated. “Cassidy’s… fine.”Charles paused. “That’s all I get?”Arthur shifted. “We talked. That’s all. Look—I really do have to go. Can I call you tonight?”“You better,” Charles said. “I want details. Or at least gossip.”Arthur smiled. “Deal.”They hung up.He tucked the phone away, exhaled once, and stepped inside.Arthur walked through the visitor processing corridor with his ID badge clutched tighter than it needed to be.He wasn’t nervous. Not really.But the way the walls echoed and the way tim
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The knock came like a gavel—sharp, official. Masahiro didn’t look up from the report he was reviewing. He only said, “Enter.” His secretary stepped in, tablet in hand, face unreadable. “Sir, Commissioner Ward just called. He wants to see you. Now.” Across the desk, Arthur shifted in his chair. He was holding a folder, but it dipped a little in his hands. His brows pulled tight. “Is… something wrong?” he asked, cautiously. Masahiro closed the report with deliberate calm. “No.” Arthur didn’t look convinced. “It’s about the last bust? Or—did I screw something up?” Masahiro’s tone didn’t change. “If it were about you, you wouldn’t hear it through me.” Arthur pressed his lips together, a bit too hard. “Right. Sorry.” Masahiro stood. Pulled on his jacket. “Finish reviewing the Rhodes wiretap. Highlight anything involving drop codes. I want it cleaned before it hits the prosecutor.” Arthur nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.” Masahiro didn’t add anything else. He simply left,
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Michaelis office was, as always, immaculate.The blinds were half-drawn. The lighting low. The kind of silence that only belonged to a man who ruled by control, not volume.A knock.Then the door opened without waiting for an answer.In stepped Silas Renn, Head of Internal Coordination and Administrative Oversight. Clean suit. Prison-issued sidearm. Every button done. Efficient, loyal—and behind closed doors, far more intimate with Michaelis than any chain of command would suggest.He shut the door behind him.“You didn’t answer my message,” Silas said softly, stepping closer.Michaelis didn’t rise from his desk.“Didn’t need to,” he muttered.Silas’s gaze sharpened. “Something’s wrong.”Michaelis finally looked up. His jaw was tight. His eyes cold. “I lost.”Silas walked behind the desk, leaned down, and without ceremony—kissed him. Short. Familiar. No affection, just confirmation. You’re mine. Still.Then he pulled back and said, “Explain.”Michaelis opened a drawer and tossed a fil
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Michaelis didn’t move.His fingers hovered over the edge of the desk. Still steady.But inside?Everything bristled.He reached for the phone. Line one—internal security.Pressed the button.“Operations,” came the voice.“Lieutenant Harrow,” Michaelis said. “My office. Now.”Harrow arrived minutes later, uniform crisp, spine straighter than most steel bars in the building. He entered without hesitation and stood at attention.“Sir.”Michaelis didn’t look up immediately. Just closed the folder in front of him, kept the motion calm.Then finally: “You’re aware of Inmate Cassidy Hills.”Harrow gave a nod. “Recent incident in the shower block. Two attackers. Solitary pending.”“Director Renholm has ordered full protective detail,” Michaelis said, voice flat. “Armed escort. Continuous monitoring. Two officers. Showers. Yard. Transfers. No exceptions.”There was a pause.Not defiant. Just… surprised.“Understood,” Harrow said carefully. “Permanent assignment?”“Until told otherwise.”Harrow
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Michaelis didn’t look up when the knock came.“Enter,” he said, flatly.Officer Langston stepped in, holding a clipboard. His posture was textbook—back straight, uniform spotless, eyes fixed somewhere above the warden’s head.Michaelis kept reading the document in front of him.“Anything new?”Langston cleared his throat. “Yes, sir. Third attempt on Inmate Hills. Shower block. Same pattern—two attackers.”Michaelis’s pen paused. “Names?”“Confirmed. Daryl Finch and Kaleb Morse. Cellblock D, both with priors for aggravated assault. Guards subdued them mid-act. One required sedation. The other was restrained with minimal force.”Michaelis turned a page. “Method?”Langston’s voice stayed steady. “Plastic bag. Over the head. One held him. One suffocated. Hills sustained bruising to the throat, minor lacerations on the arms. No loss of consciousness. He recovered unassisted.”Michaelis nodded once.“Transfer them to solitary. Seventy-two hours,
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