Page 25 of A Dangerous Game
“I want one of them left for me,” I remark.
Elvis mutters under his breath.
“What?”
He nods over at the president. “We think they are going to attack Sin next. They’ve been sending us fuckin’ videos of her fuckin’ all these guys in the studio and the end isn’t that great.”
“Mother fucker!” I scream out.
A guard is here in two seconds to fuck with us. “If you have one more outburst, you’re in lock down for seventy-two hours. You got me?”
Bishop smirks. “Mr. Hall, right? You live at 24 McCallister Road with a wife and two kids. Right?:
The guard shifts around in his boots. “Who the fuck are you?” He demands.
“Not the one you mess with when we’re having a meeting.”
Hall mutters under his breath and storms off. I already know he’s going to fuck with me when everyone leaves. Elvis and Bishop are watching my reactions to the whole thing intently.
Elvis nods his head at me. “You still training in here?”
“Yeah. Of course. But we don’t have the same equipment that I need to actually train.”
“Visitation is over!” Hall shouts over the murmurs of everyone talking.
I roll my eyes know exactly what is about to happen. He’s going to try and fuck with me somehow once I’m in my cell. He likes to act as if he’s more important than what he is and takes it out on me.
Bishop gets off the seat and adjusts his cut on his shoulders. The move makes me miss wearing my cut more than I should. It's a badge of honor more than anything. However, I miss being around my brothers, drinking, fucking, fighting… All the things I can’t do in here.
“You gonna be okay?” He demands and claps me on my back.
I clap him too to show him I’m not scared of these mother fuckers. The only thing that scares me about being in here is the fact I can’t protect myself how I normally would.
“Yeah, prez. Don’t worry about me. Let me know when you got those fuckers figured out. We gotta stop them before they get Sin.”
Elvis nods. “We miss ya, brother. Don’t worry. You’re gettin’ out soon.”
I don’t allow them to see my doubt. I already know that I’m gonna be in here for a long fucking time.
A group of my podmates walk back to our pods together and I can’t help but think about Sinclair. Someone’s watching her and sending videos and pictures of her to Bishop to get him pissed. I’m pissed as shit because I can’t do anything in here to protect her.
Absolutely nothing.
SINCLAIR
Duke’s hot friend is staring at me as if I’m a freak show or something. It’s unnerving how he’s looking at me like that. “What?” I whisper and look over my shoulder.
I’m used to being stared at. I won’t lie and say I’m not thrilled about it but he’s looking at me as if he’s trying to figure something out. I can’t help but get weirded out by it.
My brother’s death was a murder done by another local club after I ran out of the hospital a couple of years ago and we- I mean-theynever brought the mother fuckers to justice. Every time someone looks at me like they’re trying to figure me out, I can’t help but get paranoid.
That day was the last day I saw anyone from the club. Including my brother and Hulk.
Last I heard, Hulk was in prison for some random crimes. No one would tell me why and I wasn’t exactly begging for the information.
“Are you Sinclair Mendoza?” He asks and looks down at the ground before looking up at me.
I nod my head and back up some from Duke. This is too weird and I’m not interested in having some psycho fan raiding my panty drawer.
