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CANTIVILLE FEDERAL CORRECTIONS, Cantiville Nevada
Bishop
“You gonna eat that?”
I looked at the disgusting pile of slop on my plate. Though it was the
last fucking thing in the world that I wanted to eat, I wasn’t about to give it
up. Doing so would be a mistake. Especially being where I was.
Want it or not, if I gave this asshole what was on my plate, he might
think he could start helping himself to something else of mine. And I’d
heard of the man’s preference for good-looking men. Not gonna happen.
Making hard eye contact with the prisoner, I shoveled a spoonful of the
mystery meat into my mouth in response. Tiny, the inmate’s name which
could only be described as ironic, stood. He towered over me. The fucker
must have been at least six and a half feet tall. He wasn’t fat either. The
neo-Nazi was a mountain of muscle that had a long list of prison yard fights
under his belt. Fights that he’d won. But hell, so did I. And I wasn’t about to
become someone’s bitch for anything, let alone subpar stew.
Tiny cracked his knuckles and glared down at me. “You think you’re
fucking funny, pretty boy?”
Leaning back, I cocked my head to the side to consider the man’s
words. This was the third time this week that he’d gotten into my face. The
prick was spoiling for a fight, and nothing I said or did would convince him
otherwise.
I’d managed to de-escalate the situation the previous two times. But that
wasn’t going to happen today. Might as well lean into the fight then. Piss
him off so bad he threw the first punch and took all the blame for the
altercation.
Shit, I was actually looking forward to this. I hated the Aryans and their
superiority complex. Being blond and green-eyed, they’d tried to recruit me
the first day I’d come to Cantiville. What they didn’t know was I already
had my own Brotherhood. And the Devil’s Riders could curb-stomp these
lame motherfuckers into the ground any day of the week.
Tiny grew red-faced waiting for my response. Out of patience, he
repeated himself, “I said, you think you’re fucking funny. Don’t you, pretty
boy?”
Accepting the inevitable, I took another bite of the Tuesday special and
chewed the knot of fat that was hidden within the thin, oily gravy.
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