Prisoner (All of You Book 1) (10 page)

“Stop fucking with me,” he growls.  His black eyes flash, as he gazes at me, then he kisses me.  I sigh against his mouth.  “I think Lucius killed your sister.”  It’s my turn to pull away.  My eyes grow wide.  “I killed him that first week.”  He whispers it against my mouth, before he kisses me again. 

“So, I just have to figure out a way to prosecute every fucking person in this prison system, and it’s outside of my jurisdiction.”  I kiss him, then I really look at him.  He looks so tired.  I want to bring him home, and force him to sleep for a week.  “And the only fed I know broke up with me because I’m not a good Christian girl.”

“Don’t go to him, find someone else,” he tries to keep his voice low, but it doesn’t work.

“You’re not my boss,” I say with a grin. “I’m actually sleeping with him.”  His eyes flash, and his nostrils flare as he inhales loudly.  “But if I was in a committed relationship, with you, I would not sleep with any more men, or women for that matter.”

“Women?”  His voice has that deep, angry tone to it.  I know he’s probably shocked, but I don’t want him to find out from someone else.

“Yea, women.”  He doesn’t respond, so I continue, “But I don’t think you want to be in a committed relationship with me.  I wonder if you want me at all,” I tease him.  His black eyes are on fire, even though he’s still trying to act like he’s in control.  “You deserve it, for saying I’m not a good cock sucker.  I’m a perfectly average cock sucker, if you weren’t fucking ten inches long I might be able to do something with it.”  I grin at him, but his almond shaped eyes are even narrower than usual.

“Like what, choke and gag?” he answers back, totally serious.  Then he mocks me by making gagging noises.  “You’re a lousy cock sucker.” 

“You’re the best lay I’ve ever had,” I reply, just as seriously.  “You’re fucking incredible, with your fucking magic stick between your legs.  Too bad you’re old, and when you have to do it every night you’ll cry that you need Viagra.”  He clenches his jaw, and snarls at me.  “
Stop, Lani, we’ve already done it once this month.  I can’t handle you teasing me with your hot young pussy, and your gravity-defying tits
.”

He glares at me for several moments, and then his cock twitches against my stomach.  I gasp loudly.  “You couldn’t handle it more than once a day, baby, and if I can’t get it up any more, I’ll just make you come with my fingers and my tongue.”

“I can handle it just fine, as long as I don’t have to be on top, or suck it.  Maybe we can do it from behind.  I like that, a lot, just not anally,” I plead.  “It’s way too big for that.”  My hand moves to his cock, and he sighs loudly.

“I’ll get you drunk one night, and lube it up, and you’ll be fucking begging for it after that,” he replies, as his hands move to my tits.  “It’s a good way to make sure you don’t get pregnant.”  His eyes are as flat as his fucking voice.

“Can you still get me pregnant, or are you shooting blanks?”  I rub it against my pussy, and his lip quivers.  I smile.

“I’ve got plenty of time, baby.  But your clock is ticking.”  I frown at him in reply.  “Tick tock.”

“I’m not old,” I whine.  “I’m not even thirty.  And women are having babies much older now.  And I want half a dozen, especially if they look like their father.”

“Don’t curse your daughters, baby, when they could be as beautiful as their mother.”  He doesn’t grin, but he touches his thumb to my lips, and I move into his hand.

“What would you do if your daughters were as beautiful as me?”  I ask, as I move my fingers to that spot that makes him weak.

“I’d lock them up, and not let them leave the house until they graduated college.”  He almost grins at that.

“You’ll be in your sixties,” I remind him.

“And I’ll still be the baddest mother fucker in the country,” he says proudly. 

“Yea, you will,” I reply.  “And you’ll still be eating this pussy.”

“You better fucking believe it,” he groans, and shoves me down onto my back.  “I’ve never met a woman with a mouth like yours, with a brain like yours, with balls like yours.”  He kisses my neck, then down my body, over my nipples, down my tummy, to where he makes me scream.

“Lucky me,” I say, as I bury my hands in his hair.

Tony

“You know the drill by now, Vaden,” the familiar female voice calls out.  When Lani’s eyes open, she looks around for just a moment, until her eyes find mine, and then she closes them tightly. 

“Another morning waking up with the sexiest woman in the entire prison,” I tease, trying to make her feel at ease.  But I think I see her lip quiver, and it’s going to kill me if she starts crying.  “Hey, it’s okay,” I assure her.  “It’s okay, it’s time.  We’ll be together again next week.”

She rolls off me, and doesn’t look at me.  That’s when I know.  I won’t see her next week.  I’ll probably never see her again.  I grab her wrist, but she doesn’t turn toward me. 

“Come on, Vaden.  Two minutes.  Don’t make me come in there, neither of you will be happy.”  Finally she turns and looks at me.  I know she sees the anger in my eyes.  I’d love to see that bitch come in here and lay a finger on Lani.  I’d like to see any of them try.  They’d have to shoot me, and make sure I’m dead, before they’d touch her.

“It’s okay,” she says, and touches my cheek.  “We’ll have next week.” 

I nod, and let her go.  She quickly dresses in her prison issue clothes. 

“I’ll see you next week.”  I know I probably won’t, but I say it anyway. 

“Good Lord willin’, and the creek don’t rise,” she replies, as she places the blindfold over her eyes and sticks her hands behind her back to have them cuffed.

“Yea, good Lord willin’,” I echo.  “Take care of yourself.”

“You too, Roman,” she says, before the door closes, and I’m alone again, for six days, or maybe forever.  I put my bed back together, and lay down in a spot that smells just like her. 

Lani

“There was a lot of whisperin’ goin’ on in there last night,” Nameless says as soon as the door closes.  “What were you two love birds talkin’ about?”

“We were planning the wedding.  He likes red, but I think red is for hookers.  What do you think?”  I ask, as I’m being led through cold hallways that smell like bleach.

“I think you’re a fuckin’ smartass,” she replies.

“Hey, do you think his fuck talk is hot?  Because I gotta tell ya, it turns me on like a fucking fire alarm.” 

“Take her,” she says, when we’re outside.  She hands me off to another guard, and they shove me in the back of a car.  I think it’s De Soto, he breathes loudest. 

I wish I wasn’t so mean to him as I was leaving, but I can’t let them think I care about him, or that he cares about me.  They will use us against each other.

And I will never let that happen.

Chapter Fourteen

Lani

I slept most of the day yesterday, recovering from my night of endless sex, so I feel much better today.  When they drag me to Medical, Doctor Dad is waiting for me.  “You look terrible.  Are you okay?”

“I feel nauseous.”  Oddly enough, that was our safe word, and ironically, it’s the truth.  He quickly pricks my finger, and his blue eyes grow wide at the result.  He erases the results, but proclaims, “Her blood sugar is below fifty!  Has she been vomiting?”  He looks at the guard.

“Yes, but that was almost three and a half weeks ago, when she took...” she begins, then looked at the nurse.

“An antibiotic,” the nurse provides, easily.  “She’s been sick ever since.”

“We need to get her to a hospital,” Doctor Dad proclaims, and pulls out his phone.  “I’ll call a service I know,” he says, as he pushes a button.  “I told you people, if she was showing any signs, to give her something.  Have you given her anything?”  He moves away, and whispers into the phone.

“No,” the nurse states when he returns, but she doesn’t look at him. 

He pulls out a blood pressure device, and places it on my arm.  “Her blood pressure is low.  She is very sick.  This is bad for a diabetic.” 
Hello, not really a diabetic over here.

“Yes, Doctor Foster,” the nurse agrees.  She glares at me.  “The guard will join her.”

“The service is bringing an officer from Winston.  You people have made her very sick.”  He growls, and points at the nurse.  “She came from Winston perfectly healthy, and now she could fall into a coma.”

He pulls out another syringe, and takes more blood.  Is this really fucking necessary?  But he looks very concerned.  Either he’s playing his part very well, or he saw something in the other blood test.  Oh, God, am I really pregnant?  Could he detect it that early?  Surely not.

The guard has brought me a soda, which I normally wouldn’t drink, but for some reason I really want it, and a candy bar, with no peppermint in it at all.  I’m bummed, but I eat it anyway.

Doctor Dad sits and watches me like a hawk.  When the ambulance finally arrives, Jamie is in the passenger seat, in his uniform, which he hardly ever wears.  He also looks concerned when he sees me.  Doctor Dad has already signed the appropriate paperwork, so we are led out the front door, and I am released.  The plan is, tomorrow he will bring more paperwork back, which Constance has already created, and I’ll be free.

When the door is closed, Doctor Dad pounces.  “Can you tell me why, a perfectly healthy woman enters a women’s jail, and three weeks later she’s pregnant?” 

I shake my head, and shrug my shoulders.  “Immaculate conception?”

“It’s not the time for your smart ass attitude Melanie Grace Vaden!” he yells.

“Uh-oh, Doctor Dad used my middle name.  Shit just got real,” I taunt.

“Explain what the fuck happened, Lani,” he insists.

“Well, as a rational human being, I would think that that woman had sex.”  I shrug.  “But I don’t have a medical degree, or anything.”

He isn’t any less furious.  “Were you raped?” he demands.  “Because I know that stuff can happen in jail, and you’re a very beautiful girl.”

“I wasn’t raped,” I say slowly, because he’s going to think I’ve lost my mind when I tell him.  “I met a man.”

“Only you, Lani, could meet a man in a woman’s jail.”  He is more mad than I’ve ever seen him, and he rubs the spot right over his nose, where I think I see frown lines forming on his otherwise perfect forehead.  Does he use Botox?  He looks so young, for fifty.  He’s only four years older than Tony.

“I could have said I met a girl, but that wouldn’t explain the baby,” I say, and place my hand on my stomach.  This baby must be a fighter, if it survived the morning after pill.  Just like his father.  I smile when I think it.

“I have an operating room ready, Lani, and the best OB/GYN in the state.  It’s very early to call it an abortion.  We’ll call it unwanted tissue removal.”

“Hell no,” I state firmly.  “No fucking way.  No fucking way you’re aborting this baby.”

“Lani, it’s not a baby yet.  It’s barely even a fetus.  How far along are you?” he demands.  “You have to know.”

“Three weeks,” I say.  The bravado is gone.  “How can you even tell for sure in three weeks?”

“Three weeks.  It’s barely a zygote.  It’s not even formed into an embryo yet.”  I frown, but I’m quiet.  “And you had sex because?”  As I calm down, so does he.  “Answer me, Lani.”

“Can I see your phone, please?”  I ask very nicely.  He nods, and pulls it out of his coat pocket.  I google Antony Roman, and I find a lot of news stories about him.  Apparently what he said is true.  One of the other SEAL’s wives even set up a legal fund to fight for their freedom.  There are also
Justice for Our SEALs
websites.  I click on the page for Antony Roman.  There are pictures of him in his uniform.  My knees start to shake.  If I thought he got my pussy wet in prison clothes with long hair, I’m glad I didn’t know him ten years ago.  I would have gotten pregnant just walking past him.

His dark hair is short, and swept up away from his face.  His black eyes sparkle with pride.  His beard is short and well groomed.  But his smile blows me away.  I’ve never seen a man smile with such sincerity.  In the photo he’s standing between two of his SEAL team brothers.  He dwarfs both of them.  He was so happy.  It’s hard to believe this is the same man that cried on my shoulder two days ago.

“The tall one,” I say, and show Doctor Dad the picture. 

His eyebrows raise, and he nods.  “Handsome.  Big, huge man, isn’t he?” 

As big as he is now, he’s probably lost forty pounds in prison.  “Yea, he is.”

“What’s he doing in prison?” he wonders, as he looks at the picture and nods.

“You can read all about him.  Did you bring me stuff?  I need to see Killian Burke.”  I look around in the bag that he’s packed, and thankfully my phone is inside.

“Your ex?  Lani, you’re not making any sense right now.  I know, you’ve found out some troubling news.  I know you’re in shock, but…”

“It’s not troubling.  I’m perfectly happy about it.  Now I need to keep him from getting killed on Saturday.”  He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, and maybe I have.

“Killian, hi, it’s Lani.” 

“Lani the lesbian?”  Killian replies. 

“Stop being an immature frat boy for five minutes, and listen to what I have to say.  I need you,” I begin.  That should get his attention.

“I wish you’d said those words three years ago,” he groans.

I scoff.  If I’d married him, I wouldn’t have met Tony, because he wouldn’t have allowed me to investigate Addy’s death.  “This is going to get you the biggest promotion you can imagine.  You’ve always wanted to go to Washington, haven’t you?”

He pauses for several moments.  “I’m listening.”

“The federal prison in Mason County is hosting death matches every Saturday night, charging money, and making book to allow sickos to watch prisoners fight gladiator style to the death.  And we need to stop it before it happens again this Saturday.”  I look at Doctor Dad as I say this.  He looks horrified.

“If you’re shitting me, Lani, I will personally punch you in your nuts,” he says.

“Do some checking if you don’t believe me, then call me back.  But do not, under any circumstances, contact the warden.  I do not want you to let on that you are investigating them, because they’ll kill him.”

“Who?”  Killian asks.

“The love of my life,” I say into the phone.  Doctor Dad puts two and two together.  He points at the phone, and I nod.

“Well, I can’t stop your happy ending now can I Lani?  I’ll see what I can do.”  He closes the line.

“I was the spoils of victory, Doctor Dad.  Strangely enough, he was the victor.”

“Lani, you’ve always been unconventional,” he starts.  Then he looks back at the picture.  “Hell, he’s giving me a boner, and I’m straight.”  I smile happily.  “So are you going to need your trust fund for his defense?”

“Nope, I’m breaking him out,” I admit proudly.

“Lani, you can’t,” he starts, then he shrugs.  “Whatever.”

“I’m bringing him to protective custody, in Winston.  Never know who might want to kill a valuable witness like him.”

“You are such a clever girl,” he says with a huge smile.  “I hope he can handle you.  Does he know what he’s getting into?”

“I think he knows.”  I place my hand protectively over my stomach.  “He killed the man who killed Addison.”  I say it proudly.  Doctor Dad is shocked to hear that.  “Gladiator style, to the death,” I remind him. 

“Are you sure the other guy killed Addy?”

“Pretty sure.”  I nod. 

“Good,” he says.  “We’ll work on that escape plan."

Tony

“Medical complications,” the guard says, before he closes the hatch.  She was released yesterday, and I had no way of knowing until today.  I’d thought about nothing but her for days.  She’d given me a false sense of hope, and then she was just fucking mean on Sunday when they took her from me.  It wasn’t her normal sarcasm, it was just cold, and empty.  Good Lord willing?  Who even says that anymore?

She took the morning after pill.  She’s a sensible woman.  She didn’t know who I was on that first night.  And, who wants to have the baby of a prisoner?  Is that the medical complications that got her released?  Did the pill have some kind of adverse effect on her?

I can’t be mad at her.  She’s a cop.  She’ll figure something out.  I have to have faith in her.  I have to.  I lie down on my cot that still smells like her, and close my eyes. 

I can still see her green eyes sparkling as she looks up at me.  I can still hear her sighs, and moans of pleasure.  I can almost imagine she’s still here with me.  Almost.