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“Prisoner: 94941. General population, cell 64. K wing.” - Lawless

For a man who valued his freedom—more than a whale loved jizzing in the sea, locked up twenty hours of the day was its own special kind of hell.

A man didn’t know how good he had it until his freedom was gone.

He prepared for it and not at the same time.

It’s not as though Lawless didn’tknowwhat he was doing when he held his hands up to class A drugs. Found at his cabin after a tip off to the cops.Convenient.

Oh, yeah, he wasn’t stupid—far from it. His degrees backed up his claim, despite incompetent appearances saying differently.

He’d learned at a very young age that the world wasn’t made up of black and white. It was dark and murky; it was fucking despicable most of the time.

So he owned this. He did this to himself.

He realized what he’d be giving up, he’d walked into it with his deviant eyes wide open—planned it down to the last second. No room for error.

It didn’t mean he didn’tdetestevery second of not dictating what he was allowed to do.

Sure, he had more privileges than most of the chumps, he was Lawless after all.

His name alone was enough to put fear and obedience in most of the jailbirds.

But he had a countdown in his head for the next time he breathed clean Colorado air, and it couldn’t come soon enough.

With the run of the gym most days, he worked out every morning until his bones and muscles burned. There was enough money in his commissary account to fund a small country on candy bars and soap so he was good there.

He had people to do his running and fetching thanks to hisSoulsreputation without having to say a word.

Meat was so fucking obedient when glared at.

Sex was on offer most every day, wherever he walked.

Dirty, little maggots giving him the eye. And if he’d been in the mood he might have entertained one of the criminally insane for a bit. But he had bigger fish to fry and it wasn’t entertaining the masses with his wonder dick.

The animals in this zoo would have to play among themselves for now.

The clang of metal on metal went through him like razor blades in a fresh wound.

Yeah, the special hell kept on giving.

Ah, well. Better things to do than think about his toys on the outside.

He was better not thinking of the outside at all.

Not with a job to do.

He wasn’t on vacation.

Getting himself locked up was always a possibility, one way or another. What with being in the kind of business Lawless was in. He was a down and dirty lawbreaker after all. It was a by-product of a one percenter club, Only, this was no accident.

This wasn’t him fucking up and getting caught.

It was custom made by Lawless. Every T crossed and I dotted.

He’d done all he could on the outside, going back and forth to Mexico for the last year.

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