Page 11 of Hart of Vengeance
“Does the name Costa ring a bell?” Rudy glanced around as though Costa was close by.
I followed his lead, anxious to know if Costa was in fact living in the same block as me. My search came up empty unless Costa was in a cell on the second floor or had gone back to the library.
“Costa isn’t in this block,” Rudy said. “However, rumor is the warden is moving him into our cellblock. The others are packed to the gills.”
“Just met the fucker in the library earlier. And let him try.”
Rudy perceptibly flicked his head at Munster, who looked up to the glass tower—the epicenter of where the guards watched us with a keen eye.
Rudy was smart. When he wanted to talk without the guards reading his lips, he had Munster stand in front of the camera pointing at his face.
Munster did just that.
“So you don’t know him?” Rudy asked.
“Fuck the dude. Are you going to give me a cell phone or not?” I whispered with a frustrated sigh.
“When the guards make the shift change, duck into my cell. You can make the call there. But be quick about it. You only have ten minutes max before head count.”
Duke had better fucking answer. If not, I just might take the FBI up on their offer.
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Denim
Rudy stood outside his cell while I dialed Duke’s number, tapping my foot on the floor. I doubted he would answer or take my call, although I wasn’t on the prison phones. Then again, a burner phone probably came up as “No Caller ID” as well.
Rudy was nervously darting his head around and then back at me. I couldn’t blame him for being anxious. If we got caught, it was the hole for sure. As much as I despised small, dark places, I needed to talk to Duke. I needed to try to get him to talk to me. I had no clue why he’d been ignoring me, but that voice in my head was convincing me that just maybe the Feds were right.
The line rang and kept ringing. I was ready to launch the phone at the chipped cement wall when the line connected.
“Hello.” The woman’s voice was like a siren’s, lulling me home on a dark and stormy night.
Rudy stuck his bald head in. “Hurry the fuck up.”
“Is someone there?” she asked sweetly.
Blood rushed to my cock. I cleared my throat, adjusting my pants as I turned my back to Rudy. “Who’s this?”
She giggled. “Who’s this?”
Between her voice and her laugh, I was instantly hard.
Fuck Duke. I’ll take the minutes I have and talk to her.
I looked at the phone to be sure I’d dialed the correct number and not some sex hotline, although the latter sounded like a fun thing to do.
“Hello.” That time her voice wasn’t as silvery, and I detected a hint of familiarity.
“Do I know you?”
“I doubt it. Are you looking for Duke?”
“Who is that?” Duke sounded sleepy.
Sexy woman. Sleepy voice. The fucker had probably just gotten done with a fantastic round of sex. What I wouldn’t give to roll over and tangle my limbs around the soft and silky skin of a woman.
“Put him on,” I said curtly.
