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“You could say that.”

“You smuggle stuff in, or you know who does?”

Sebastian flashed looks at the closest officers, but they were all busy talking to inmates. “Yeah.”

“I need alcohol.”

Rory widened his eyes and looked up at him. “No, you’ve got off that shit.”

“What the hell do you know about it?” Captain growled.

The words hit Rory like a lash. He wasn’t supposed to know about his alcoholism; Captain hadn’t shared that demon with him.

“So, I need a drink.”

“Please don’t do this,” Rory whispered.

Captain lifted his chin with his eyes fixed on Sebastian. “How about it? What do you need in return?”

“I’m not getting you any,” Sebastian said.

“What?”

“I said no.”

Captain curled his hands into fists. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

He launched at the chessboard and sent the pieces flying. The prison ground to a halt, and Captain leaned over Sebastian, breathing heavily.

“You’d better back away fast,” Sebastian growled.

“Or what?”

Rory turned to Captain. “Please, calm down.”

“Oi, Captain!”

His head snapped up. “What?”

Pauly waved him over. “I want to talk to you.”

Captain huffed, then stalked over to the table of bandana-wearing inmates.

“I’m not the only one that smuggles contraband into prison,” Sebastian mumbled.

Pauly gestured Captain closer, then whispered something in his ear. Rory went to stand, but Sebastian grabbed his arm and pulled him down.

“No.”

“I can’t just let him destroy himself.”

“He’s a big boy, his own man. You have to let him make his own mistakes. Sit down.”

Rory tugged against Sebastian’s hold, but Sebastian didn’t give up his grip on his arm. Captain walked further away with Pauly at his side, and then they both vanished into Pauly’s cell.

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