Perfectly Obsessed (14 page)

Chapter Thirteen

Drake

“I’ve been hearing rumours about you, Deveroux,” Tommy says, with a huge grin.

“Oh yeah, care to enlighten me?” I laugh.

There are always rumours going around, I stopped caring about them a long time ago. Around the time I cemented a good reputation for myself.

“I’ve been hearing you’re losing your touch.”

I laugh out loud, if that is what the rumours are then I dare anyone to prove it right. They will be in for a shock.

“I wasn’t sure whether to believe them. Maxwell told me you haven’t been in a ruck since you came here. That’s not like you at all.”

“I have my reasons for keeping my head down but it isn’t because I’m losing my touch,” I laugh again.

“Ah so it’s the girl I heard you settled down with?”

“Might be,” I shrug.

“The same girl who got you banged up again?” he asks.

I sit up straight. I don’t like the implication he is intending towards Cammie.

“What are you going on about? What are these fucking rumours you’ve heard?” I demand.

“That the girl you settled down with is the reason you got sent down and now she’s living in your flat and working in the café with Marg. She’s quite a looker too from how some of the guys are talking about her.”

He has my full fucking attention now. Just how much is Cammie spoken about in this place? I knew she would be known of by association with me but to be spoken about at length is a different matter. And soft, I’ll show him soft.

“And who is talking about my girl?”

Between Stan and Tommy, I’ve known Tommy the longest and while I wouldn’t trust him to look after my money, I do trust him with information.

“At least three guys in here in the last hour. Mate, as soon as I asked where you were, they were all too happy to fill me in on your bird,” he explains.

“Well, why don’t I give you some entertainment after dinner tonight,” I smirk. I think it is time these fuckers learn their place and not to talk about things that don’t concern them.

“And here I was thinking the rumours were true.”

“They’re true to a point. The truth is, I’m in here because she needed something only I could give her. Calvin James, you know him?”

Tommy nods and listens intently, “He took something from her and she needed some closure,” I say, swallowing the lump forming in my throat remembering that night she lost our baby.

I can still hear her cries as she writhed around in pain in the hospital.

“I heard you nearly killed him.”

A short sharp burst of laughter leaves me and he shuts up.

“He wishes I killed him, let’s just say he deserved what he got.”

“I’m not saying otherwise. He’s always been a weasel who drinks too much. I have to say, I never thought you would get serious with anyone though.”

“I’ve never been this serious about anything and I will kill to keep it,” I vow, let that get around.

“I believe you, that’s why I think you’re going to like my offer.”

“Let’s hear it then,” I tell him, laying back on my bunk and making myself comfortable.

He pulls the wooden chair across the small space and rests his elbows on his thighs letting his hands fall loosely between his knees. He lowers his head and whispers loud enough for me to hear, “This would be our biggest robbery to date and with only you and I carrying out the job, the pay out, fifty-fifty, would be more cash than we could spend.”

“What are we talking? Bank?” I ask.

“Nah, something much easier than that. I’m talking about a diamond. One diamond that will make us rich beyond our wildest dreams.”

“And who does this diamond belong to?” I ask, trying not to laugh.

A fucking diamond? Who the hell does he know who acquires diamonds? Tommy comes up with the most absurd shit sometimes.

“Some Lord up north, he purchased it three years ago at a private auction and is too much of a posh prat to lock it away. He likes to flaunt his riches over everyone and is always throwing parties. I’m telling you Drake, this is perfect for us. In and out without a damn fuss.”

When I see he is being deadly serious I throw my legs over the bunk and sit facing him. Leaning my head nears his, I keep my voice as low as Tommy’s and ask, “How do you know about this diamond? I’ve known you a long time and I know for a fact that you don’t have it with Lords’.”

Lord of the back street scum in and around London but not wealthy, high ranking men up north. He has been thinking about this for months and now asking me to go in with him, I want to know every detail there possibly is about this lifelong promise of my own wealth.

“Let’s say, I know someone particularly close to him and they know everything we need to, to get this done without any comebacks on us.”

I need more information than that.

“Details,” I say, “I need much more detail than that, you know how I work and if you want me in with you then you need to tell me everything.”

He knows if I feel anything is missing I won’t take the job on. Especially as I have Cammie in my life now. If this goes wrong down the line, then it’s a life on the run because I promised her I wouldn’t come back here and leave her alone and that is the only promise I intend to keep.

“His wife,” Tommy mutters.

I can’t help it, I laugh.

“His wife? And how the fuck do you know his wife so well? The last time I saw you outside of this place you had Jazzy the whore hanging off your arm. Not the wife of a Lord.”

Jazzy is the biggest, dirtiest whore you will ever come across. She will commit any sex act as long as she gets enough for a wrap of crack to see her through the night. Ultimately she is a disgusting human being and although she has tried, she has never gotten to close to me. I’d rather pay her not to touch me but a usual glare sends her on her way and onto someone who has no qualms about going there.

“She was down in London shopping with her daughter and ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, fortunately for her I was there to save the fucking day,” the way he smiles is not warm, “Of course she took a liking to me, she isn’t happy with him and never has been. I’m her dirty fun and her way out. As long as I give her that then she makes us rich.”

“What’s she doing while you’ve been locked up? She might have changed her mind?”

“Nah, she’s in love. She hangs on my every word, she says I make her feel safe, amongst other things,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

The image of Tommy fucking his posh totty is an image I could live without.

“You’ll see her on the next visit, she visits every month without fail.”

I shake my head. He is starting to piss me off now.

“If I agree to this and at the moment that is a big if, I don’t want her knowing who I am. I don’t have a clue who she is a part from a spoilt rich bitch looking to slum it because her sugar daddy is pissing her off.”

My words sting him and he straightens up on his chair.

“It’s not like that, she was living a life she hated with him. Meeting me has made her happy again.”

“Yeah, because you’re going to steal a diamond from her husband and make how much?” I snort.

Of course the bitch would be happy, if everything goes wrong she can claim her ignorance and when she says she has never met Tommy before, they will believe her over him and his criminal record in an instant.

“I’ll take responsibility over her, if you don’t want her to know who you are then fine. It’s a deal. But I swear, this will be the easiest job we’ve ever done, or will ever do. Come on, what do you say? Are you in or out?” he asks.

Taking a job on normally involves weighing the pros against the cons. Basically, will the price be worth getting caught for? They usually are otherwise I wouldn’t be interested. Again, this time I have Cammie but the pros are I can give her everything she deserves for the rest of our lives because nothing is ever coming between us, I won’t let them. The biggest con of all, getting caught. I don’t doubt I have many more times up in court before the judge sends me down for the remainder of my life because I haven’t reformed from my many previous convictions.

One little diamond in a house that we can get easy access to and have someone on the inside.

“I’m in,” I smile, holding my hand out to seal the deal between us, “Let’s face it, we have plenty of time to get through all the details and make a solid plan.”

His face lights up and he shakes my hand firmly in return. I lay back on my bunk ending the conversation for now. Like I said, we have plenty of time to talk this through. Right now isn’t the time.

Marg has told me Cammie only uses my money to help pay the bills her small wages from the café can’t cover. The rate she is spending at there will be more than enough to cover us until this diamond job rolls around.

“Drake?”

I open my eyes to see Tommy lounging back on the chair looking directly at me.

“Yeah.”

“What did Calvin take from your girl? I can’t imagine you letting him getting close enough to her to take anything?”

He has no idea how much his words fuel my guilt. I saw the argument start and then watched as it escalated into a physical fight. By the time Calvin was pushed and landed on top of Cammie it was too late for me to move. I should have been closer, if I was she would never have lost our baby.

“Drake? If it’s something I can get back for her, I’ll see what I can do,” he offers, “Calvin is strong but he isn’t smart.”

“It’s been handled, thanks for the offer but you won’t find what he took from her.”

“What the fuck was it?” he asks again.

I didn’t want anyone knowing but Tommy is the closest I have to a friend in here and if I am to tell anyone in this place it would be him.

“My baby,” I murmur as quietly as I can.

It is the first time I have spoken out loud about it with anyone but Cammie and even then we rarely speak about it, choosing to write what we are thinking in our letters. She regrets not taking notice of her monthly cycles, she writes if she had known she was late she would have taken a test. All her regrets are what ifs, I try to express to her she can’t live like that and sometimes I think she listens.

He hisses, exhaling heavily and crosses his bulky arms across his wide chest.

“I would’ve fucking killed him,” he growls.

“I wanted to make him suffer, didn’t expect to be grassed up and sent down for it.”

“Who opened their mouth? They must have a death wish to speak out against you,” he points out, as if I hadn’t thought of that before now.

“Never heard of the guy they had down as the witness. I arranged for him to be tracked down shortly after I got here but by the time Stan found out about him, apparently the cunt had died.”

“Saves you the trouble of finding him when you get out I suppose.”

There is only one thing that matters when I get out and that’s making up for lost time with my girl with a future plan to provide for her the only way I know how.

Chapter Fourteen – October 2004

Drake

There is nothing more haunting than lying awake in the dead of night listening to grown men’s cries. Not once have I ever shed a tear because I have been locked up. The only time I remember letting myself break is when my mother died and that was in private where no one could see. At her funeral I was a mask of stone. I projected my anger far and fucking wide and nobody came close to offer their condolences. She was my mother and that is all that mattered to me, they had only lost a friend, I had lost the last and only piece that made me.

Some of the cries are born from fear of the unknown in here, their first night is always the worst. Especially the first timers. The first timers are fucking scared of their own shadows because of the stories they’ve heard about prison or the TV shows and films they’ve watched, most of the time their imaginations build up the worst scenarios possible.

I roll over and throw my arm across my face shielding my eyes. I block out the pussies who can’t handle the time and bring Cammie’s face to the front of my mind.

At just gone one am she better be asleep in our bed. I can’t think like that though because it drives me insane, I remind myself that she is loyal to me and loves me. She is trapped just as much as I am. Instead, I think about her soft, silky blond hair slipping through my fingers as I run my hand through it. Then across her relaxed, warm cheek. I don’t really have to imagine. These are my memories I have of her.

Thinking about the times I would run my lips across her stomach and down between her legs, I reach under the blanket and slip my hand under my boxers. My dick is already hard, I slowly stroke remembering the taste of her on my tongue as it darted in and out of her. The way she would kiss me with her juices still on my mouth, tasting herself. I begin to stroke harder and faster remembering the time I bent her over and held onto her hips as she slammed back onto me as I rammed into her. For every move I make on her, she matches me right back. Captivated with my memories I am lost and forget to grab the tissues before I have spurted all over my stomach. 

Silently laughing to myself, not wanting to wake Tommy up. I realise she is the only one I have wanked off to since I hit puberty and knew what my dick was for.

After I’ve cleaned myself and while my head is still full of my girl I decide to give up on trying to sleep. Quietly, I slip out of my bunk and retrieve my pen and paper.

23
rd
October 04,                        

To my beautiful Cammie,

I’m having trouble sleeping. Nights are the hardest to be away from you, knowing I should be lying in bed next to you while we sleep. Your body pressed against mine with my arms wrapped around you, protecting you from everything. I have been trying to sleep and all I can think of is you and your fucking beautiful, perfect little body. I am constantly telling you that I think about you all the time but I don’t think you grasp how true it is. My time here is becoming extremely difficult. This is the most torturous sentence I have carried out and that is because I know you are waiting for me at home. I can’t begin to tell you how much I am looking forward to walking through our front door and dragging you to our bed. Not only to get reacquainted with your body but just hold you in my arms. Feel our bodies meet and know for sure that we are together again and I am not dreaming. I do that too, when I eventually find sleep I dream of you, of us together. You literally are the girl of my dreams, babe. We have got so much time to make up for and I intend to fully make it up to you every which way I can. I love you Cammie so fucking much I barely know who I am anymore. You became my everything the moment I saw you looked at me the way I look at you.

I have gone past the point of aching for you and your touch, it is pure agony now.

I should probably try and sleep now, the sun will up soon. I feel a little less antsy now I have written a little to you. Write much more than last time in your next letter, I want to know every detail however small you think it is.

Always yours, D.