Page 94 of Consequences

Tony’s head pops behind the curtain. “You’re shitting me.”

“Nope.”

“What happened to her ex?”

“Really wanna know?”

A satisfied smirk appears. “Got it.”

Remembering how Phoenix shot Spice in the chest after Tanner Brown, the corrupt sheriff, kidnapped and beat Lily makes Brock smile, too.

“Okay, I’m almost done.”

“Already?”

“I’m a genius, remember?”

He laughs. “I just hope you’re as good as you think you are. I got a lot riding on you, too.”

“Me, too.”

Attaching the program to the email, he types out instructions for Lily to relay, and he hits send. He closes the laptop, and Tony takes it from him, hiding it before he assists Brock back to his cell.

“I’ll get the laptop right before I leave.”

“What if a nurse or something finds it?” Brock asks.

He winks. “I got it covered.”

“How?”

“I might be giving Esther special favors.”

“Esther?”

She a nurse who’s pushing retirement and looks like she’d be better suited to wear a nun’s outfit and work in a Catholic school with how mean that woman is. When she gave Brock stitches, she didn’t bother numbing him first, and she simply scowled the entire time.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s how I managed to get the room to myself. Besides, I’m not that much younger than her... Compared to others, I guess.”

“It’s not sexual favors, right?” The idea makes his disgusting lunch want to make a reappearance.

He just shrugs. “Let’s just say, I can make that scowl disappear pretty easily.”

“And what little appetite I had is gone. That’s… Go away please.”

He laughs and nods, whistling as he walks away. As disturbing as that distraction was, Brock wishes Tony had stuck around to talk more. The nerves kick in, and he paces his cell. If this doesn’t work, he has no Plan B. He may never see his wife again.

Griffin’s Beach

Beckett

Beckett’s been in solitary for days now. Maybe even a week. Bill grabbed him in the middle of the night and threw him in here. Again. The only annoying part is the fact he was dead asleep, which kind of surprised him. He hasn’t had a solid night’s sleep since Summer first reappeared in his life over a year ago.

Haven’t they figured out that this won’t break me yet?

Morning rolls around, and he lies on the floor, his eyes closed with an arm over his face to block out the bright light thatdoesn’t turn off. He can’t stop thinking about where Shannon went after Brock told him she left the clubhouse.

Where are you, baby? Please don’t give yourself to this sick bastard. Not for me.

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