All Chapters of Cellblock Heat : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

185 Chapters

Chapter 171: Altitude

Quincy My father's hangar engulfed me in the smell of metal and fuel. And I'm left with no choice but reminisce those times I had to rush from work straight to this same hangar for impromptu businesses meetings. Rafael and Marcus moved with practiced efficiency, speaking in low tones with the pilot while ground staff signaled and checked off invisible lists. Everything about it is precise and controlledI hovered a step behind them, hands shoved into my jacket pockets, watching my life get rearranged without me touching a thing.Once an inmate in a cubicle confinement, now a-Fuck it, though.Once I got off this jet, I decided, I’d take a shower. A real one. Let the heat beat the prison out of my bones. Then I’d change into something clean. Something that didn’t smell like borrowed fabric and borrowed time.Inside, the jet was obscene in the quietest way.Cream leather seats wide enough to disappear into. Soft lighting that didn’t buzz or flicker. A carpet so thick my boots sank sli

Chapter 172: The Start of a Flawless Vacation

Stacy’s POVFrom the moment I got the liberty of seeing Quincy after he was unlocked up, he started becoming a more toxic version of himself. One I had never seen before. One I never knew existed until recently.It hurts even more. After I'd woken him up from his nap. The stiffness of his face upon seeing me on the jet. It's hard for me to understand what the cryptic face was all about. It sure wasn't anger. It was definitely not surpris. It was somewhere in the path of resentment and absence.My ex-convict of a boyfriend llooked at me like I was furniture that had been moved while he was gone—familiar enough not to question, foreign enough to feel wrong. It's like his world stopped moving because he saw something…formidable. His eyes passed over me, through me, already somewhere else. And that hurt more than if he’d snapped, more than if he’d told me to get off his father’s jet. He held loose, a piece of paper when he was fast asleep. So, it was easy for me to take it from him. I k

Chapter 173: The Dabke Dance

Quincy The Al Thuraya Ballroom is everything you’d expect from a place meant to impress. Marble floors that gleam under the low, ambient lighting. Crystal chandeliers hanging from the vaulted ceiling, their delicate glow casting a soft shimmer over the crowd. The space hums with energy, filled with businessmen in tailored suits, women in flowing gowns, all polished and perfect. Everything in here is designed to make you feel small, to remind you that you’re just a piece of the puzzle. Everything here is excess—luxury in the purest form.The air smells faintly of expensive perfume, mingling with the sharp tang of fresh flowers placed strategically along every surface. The whole room practically radiates wealth. Even the sound of clinking glasses and low laughter feels meticulously orchestrated. It's a picture of opulence that makes me feel both like I belong and like I’m suffocating.I don’t want to be here.I make my way to the far side of the room, keeping to the shadows, and settle

Chapter 174: Escape Scheme

Quincy Sneaking out of your own welcome party should feel…wrong. It didn't, actually. It feels like winning a racing game, and having a large number of NPCs cheering me on. The adrenaline hits me the moment I decide to do it. My body agrees with my brain that staying another second in Al Thuraya Ballroom will actually kill me. Or worse, trap me in a conversation about “my relationship” with Stacy, her manicured hand latched onto my sleeve like I’m a limited-edition item about to be recalled. The dance kinda saved me. After the dabke wraps up and the men are laughing, sweating, slapping one another on the back, the women take their turn. Music shifts. The energy changes. It's time for the women to come up on the dance floor. There’s a sharper rhythm now, hips and shoulders moving in practiced confidence, glittering fabric catching the light. Stacy is immediately swallowed by it. Her face lights up with so much enthusiasm. Her eyes are bright, hands lifted, body moving l

Chapter 175: Control is a Habit

JordanI’m on the rooftop, pressing my spine against the cold metal of the air vent, like it might hold me together if I lean hard enough. The wind is vicious tonight. Sharp and unrelenting. I stripped down to my briefs and let it have me. Let it gnaw every inch of my skin..It’s easier than sitting still with my thoughts.Block C is dark. Lights out.I waited thirty minutes after it went dark, before I came up here, slipped away while the block was still buzzing with noise and bullshit. It’s not hard to guess why I needed the air. Or why I needed to be alone.All the reasons blur into one.The cell feels too small without him.And I feel too large inside it, like I don’t fit anymore.It’s been twelve hours since Quincy walked out of Blackbridge.Twelve hours since he became an ex-convict.I made damn sure I didn’t give myself time to think. Took every yard duty I could get. Volunteered for shit no one else wanted. I went from laundry to hauling, scrubbing, doing anything that soaks me

Chapter 176: Day Off Shebara

QuincyIt's been ten days since I got out of Blackbridge. I've been wrapped in luxury so thick it almost suffocated me. Stacy's arms, as well.I've had to fake that perfect couple thingy for these ten days, as well.The point is, I'm kinda good at faking stuff. So, it's no biggie.I can manage to pull this stunt for a couple of weeks. Fuck, even for months, knowing a day would come when I will be the done and fed up.I'm talking about my entanglement with Stacy.This frustration isn't due to the blue balls I'm having every night. Or, the fact that I miss the great orgasms I got when I was locked up in Blackbridge.Yeah. So, sometimes, jerk off under the shower to ease off some steam. And when it failed to go away, I indulged in strenuous exercise and ordered all sorts of continental dishes. The beach is my spot as well. During the day, I watch people surf, sitting far away from the ocean like a scared cat. And in the night, I stalk couples making love by the beach with my shades on.

Chapter 177: Ruffled Ramos

Ramos Finding the key to Jordan's cell took weeks. Patience and plotting got me there. I waited till Quincy was out to bite him right in his fucking ass. I slid it into his cell door after lights-out, the click sounded louder than it should’ve. I tore the place apart methodically until I found it—the tunnel. His secret. His escape.Clever bastard.Now he’s on his knees in front of me, and the irony almost makes me laugh.I have my allegations on inmate 143 and 144, lined out and ready to be aired out to officer bill first thing tomorrow morning.But with how long I’ve been here, I’ve seen how they both managed to get past the prison system. Laurent does it with his father’s money. Jordan does it with his weird sense of charisma. That’s why I’ve kept everything I’ve seen bottled up for so long.I see the look on Jordan’s face each time I slip through he and his lover, slash, now-ex cell mate. I feel he seemed slightly irritated, and slightly irritated by my keen-eyed.Since Quincy got

Chapter 178: Ghost of the Night

QuincyThe sky had darkened when we crossed out of Khad’s territory, the city loosening its grip inch by inch as if though it had finally decided to let me go. I had trusted Khad completely to erase those fuckers out of this earth by making their death look like a accident. That's what he's known for. The ghost hunter.I watched the duffel bag leave my hands and land in his. It was the close off of our bargain.“This is for upfront,” I’d told him. “Five hundred more when it’s done.”Khad had smiled the way executioners smile when they like your handwriting on the confession. “You won’t need reminders.”I didn't bother to ask how he'll do it. Or, when. All I know is that the mission is trusted and sure.Now the city blurred past the windows of the car, streetlights dimming one by one as if the night was clocking out. Rafael is behind the wheel this time, and he drives like a man escorting a bomb. He's careful and precise. And it annoyed me. I leaned my head back against the seat and

Chapter 179: Flipped.

Ramos Thud Thud.Thud…My heart raced at pains throbs on the side of my face, and I briefly close my eyes, trying not to get consumed with the pain. That will be more humiliating than kneeling before Jordan and having him tower over me.He had smacked me hard when he asked me to open my mouth wide open. His huge cock pointing to my mouth angrily, in waiting for me to do as he'd commanded. I'm beyond flushed, my skin is on fire as he cursed at me. And in all, my cock has been the only one aligning with his crazy thought. All the moves to make my erection die down failed. It would be a matter of time before Jordan knows I'm swelling up. “You shouldn't be this stubborn, rookie.” Jordan's deep voice rings out like a calm mock. “Trash that nasty ego of yours right now. Because the roles are switched now.” When I open my eyes, Jordan's so close to my face. So close that I now taste was cheap soap he used during shower and his muskiness. I’m staring at his pulse point, thinking critically

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

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