Sinful Affairs
“You’re Tailor’s new pet, huh?”
I froze.
The man was huge, tall, broad, and scarred across the jaw. His name was Ricks. Everyone knew him. He’d been inside for years and liked reminding new people of it.
He stepped closer, his grin dark. “You share a bed with a killer. What’s that like?”
“I don’t ” I began, but he pushed my shoulder.
The tray hit the floor. My meal scattered across the concrete.
The block went quiet.
Before I could react, someone else spoke, sounding calm but sharp.