Page 64 of Condemned Soul

“I meant what I said before, Jimmer. There was a time when I loved you and I have my regrets. Too many of them to mention. I’m sorry. Is that what you brought me here for? To hear me say that.”

“No.” I shake my head. “I brought you here because up until now, you were my only weakness. You don’t have to say sorry to me. I already forgive ya. I forgive ya for denyin’ me, and yourself, what we could have been. I forgive ya for all the years you stole from me and Ella because you're not my weakness anymore.” I stare at the woman I would’ve once torn my heart out for, and feel nothing but pity.

“I’m done in here.” I stand up and leave her sitting at the table so I can head for the door.

“No, Jimmer, let’s have a little more time.” She stands up and tries to come toward me but her shackles prevent her from moving.

“Jimmer, please.”

“Goodbye, Joanne.” I walk through the door when it opens and ignore her calling out to me as I head back to my cell.

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“So, you refuse a visit from your daughter, but you request one from the ex who betrayed you.” Consuela surprises me when it’s her that brings me my evening meal instead of the usual guard. She closes my cell door behind her and places the tray on the desk opposite my cot.

“I’m a complicated man, Consuela, don’t try to figure me out.” I laugh to myself as I place the book, I’m reading, down and sit up from where I’m lying.

“I was just surprised you wanted to see her after what went down. She seemed upset when she left.”

“You jealous?” I lift the lid on the tray to see what I’m having tonight.

“Not in the slightest,” she assures me, shaking her head and trying not to smile. She turns like she’s about to leave and I decide it’s far too soon for that. Grabbing her hand I tug her closer and when she gasps I wonder if I’ve scared her or given her exactly what she came in here for.

“Shame, I kinda liked it.” I slam her to the wall and place my hand over her mouth so she can’t scream.

Her eyes widen and her chest beats against my arm like a rabbit in a snare. “I remember how it feels, Kathrine, I remember how you sounded when you came. It’s all I think about when we’re together.” She closes her eyes and swallows.

“Jimmer.” She shakes her head as my hard cock presses against her stomach.

“Tell me you're not wet for me,” I dare her.

Her head shakes fiercely and when I lift the pencil skirt she’s wearing up her thighs and make sure my solid cock grinds against the cotton panties she’s got underneath, she moans. “What’s goin’ through your mind, Consuela? You thinkin’ about me fuckin’ you here, like this?” Her eyes remain tightly closed and her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she nods her head.

“You just gotta say the word, just ask. Tell me you want it and I’ll give it to ya,” I whisper as I slide my hand up her neck and stroke my thumb over her thick bottom lip. I force it between them and when she sucks it hard I know this ain’t gonna end here.

“Jimm…” She turns my name into a moan when I use my other hand to stroke her through her panties and the way she soaks through ‘em makes my cock so fuckin’ hard I have to relieve it.

“This is a bad idea,” she whispers when I tug my sweats down to my knees and raise one of her legs to grant me access.

“You’re fuckin’ a criminal now, we get off on bad ideas,” I whisper into her ear as I push inside her and when she grips at the shirt I’m wearing I feel her breath on my neck and the relief in her body.

“Why does this have to feel so fuckin’ good?” I growl at her under my breath. Knowing that this is something that can’t last. Consuela says nothing as I pound into her, she just clings to me tight and moans her pleasure in my ear. Her body is tight in all the right places. She smells like fresh flowers and early mornings back home, and having this kinda perfection before I get locked away for life feels almost cruel.

“Shit, I’m gonna come.” Her body turns rigid and her mouth covers my ear as she clamps around my cock, forcing me to finish with her. And as we both stand against each other catching our breaths I cling to her just as tight as she’s clinging to me.

“I shouldn’t be letting this happen,” she whispers, sliding her fingers through my gray hair as I close my eyes and take in more of that scent.

“Sometimes a little of what’s bad for ya, keeps you straight,” I remind her before dragging myself away from her and letting her fix herself up.

“Don’t make this hard for us, Jimmer,” she begs me before she spins on her heels and leaves me in my cell.

We all sit waiting around the table in silence. These last few days have been strange, no one really knows what to say to each other, we’re all carrying the same guilt and we’re all appreciating the people in our lives who Prez is ensuring we get to stay with. Everyone seems to hold their breath when Jessie steps into the chapel and closes the door behind him, then when he gets to the top of the table he leaves Prez’s seat empty and takes his usual position. He doesn’t pick up the gavel, but he doesn’t have to; there's no sound for him to silence.

I glance a look at Thorne and see he shares my concern. None of us wanna believe that Prez won’t be sitting in that seat again, but Jessie has to face up to the fact that he’s in command now and it doesn’t seem to be happening.

“I don’t have much to update you on. Monica has tried makin’ contact with Jimmer but he’s refusin’.”

“She ain’t the only one he’s refusin’.” Nyx looks all kindsa mad as he balls up his fists and I know from speaking to Addison, that Ella is devastated that her father is refusing to see her.

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