Cellblock Heat
He just watched me, like he could see through the bullshit, but wasn’t ready to call me on it.
Finally, he said, “The inmates who sparked the fight were detained. Ice Cell. Seven days. That’ll buy you a little breathing room.”
I smirked faintly, though it tugged at the stitches in my side. “Detained? That’s a pretty word for frozen alive in a box.”
“Call it what you want,” Tommy replied evenly. “It keeps them from finishing the job.”
For a second, the room was quiet. Just the beep of some monitor tracking my vitals, the scratch of Anaba’s pen against her clipboard. My body ached like hell, but my mind? My mind was a firestorm of rage and restlessness.
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