All Chapters of Cellblock Heat : Chapter 141 - Chapter 147

Quincy I sure the fuck know what I’m doing.Unfortunately.I’d give my little act of obnoxiousness a name if I cared enough.Taunting Jordan.Yeah, that feels about right.Trust me, I know I’ll regret this. My skull already aches with the future consequences. But there’s something twistedly addicting about poking that jealous beast crouched inside him. Even if it means getting tossed around his way—rough-palmed, short-tempered, and absolutely unforgiving.I knew I’d reek of Stacy’s perfume the moment I let her hug me.I knew her lip gloss would smear across my mouth like a crime scene.And still—still—I didn’t push her away fast enough.I was trying to… what?Revive something?Some faded spark I used to feel for her?I turned our soft kisses sharp, desperate—trying to mimic the kind of feral tension I’ve been living in lately. The kind Jordan laces into my bloodstream with one look, one breath, one shove against a wall.But with Stacy…God, it just made everything worse.Pressing my

Third Person's POV It’s nine-thirty post meridiem.After a long day of work, showing up at board meetings, conflicted mind spiraling, Edward was set to see Stacy. A one-on-one chitchat would be better than a phone conversation—so he thought.“Where to, sir?” Myles asked in his usual polite and professional tone. There was nervousness in his stance when he opened the door for Edward, and Edward can't figure that out. Not like he cared, anyway.Edward stepped into the car steadily—sophisticatedly, even, his jaw twitching in irritation. His patience had been a fragile thing all week; tonight, it wasn’t even that.“Myles,” Edward muttered, exhaling. “You’re the one who told me the driver called in sick. Why the hell are you now acting like you don’t know where I’m going?”Myles blinked, momentarily taken aback. “My apologies, sir. My bad. Won’t happen again.”Edward clicked his tongue, already regretting the snap but unwilling to acknowledge it. His temples pulsed—another headache formin

Edward It's a quick drive back to consciousness, and that leads to a sharp, splitting, skull-cracking headache tearing through the left side of my head. My eyelids drag open like lead curtains, revealing a thick veil of darkness. My head swiveled. There were no walls, no ceiling, no outline of anything. Just a void and a faint smell of damp concrete and iron.This is a basement. I'm quite sure of that.But whose it is?Realization slapped me hard on my face. These people have found me, captured me in the second most humiliating way.The first was them using my son as leverage. I tried lifting my hands, but the moment I moved, something cinched around my ribs and arms, tight enough to crush my bone.I am wearing a straitjacket jacket. I can recognize it because I have few of them in my own torture room.But still, I'm fazed by how much audacity these fucker's got.I jerked again, harder this time.The straps cut into my skin, but the jacket didn’t budge.“Great,” I muttered to nobody.