Cain's Darkness(3)

Cain went over to the mirrors, wiped his palm over the fogged glass, and then smoothed his hands over his chin length dark hair. He wanted to be out of here, wanted to be home with his daughter, make sure she and Violet were okay, and do damage. But while in here he couldn’t be any help to anyone. He was still connected to his club, still a part of the brotherhood that was forged by oath and blood, and he would be forever. He glanced down at his abdomen, and stared at the Brothers of Menace patch tattooed on his side. It was a patch of honor, badge of blood and commitment. He’d die a brother, and he was fucking proud of that fact.

He stared at his reflection again, heard the inmates yelling and shouting as the majority started to come into the shower room, and told himself he’d fucking kill before he was killed in this place. He needed to get home and take care of what was his, and that was the driving force in him.





Chapter Two



Four years later



She had been writing to him for four years, and this was the first time she would see Cain Trainer in all that time. She was nervous, so damn nervous that she was sweaty, her hands shook, and her heart raced. At twenty years old she was still trying to find her way in the world, but what kept her grounded, what kept her head clear and the demons at bay, was the thought of Cain. He was so much older than she was, so dangerous and powerful, and the father of her best friend, Fallina. But despite all of that he had always been there for her, maybe indirectly and not consciously, but he had helped her out when she had been lost and confused.

She went through the metal detector at American Federal Supermax prison, feeling uncomfortable that she was even within its walls. ADX was one of the worst prisons in the country and rightly so due to the prisoners that resided within its high security walls. Fremont County, Colorado was hours away from Chatham View, but she had made the trip because she wanted, no, needed, to see Cain. She was at a part of the prison that wasn’t as high security, but not any less dangerous. She’d planned this visit for months, had to get permission from several higher-ups in the administration department in order to see Cain, but she was finally here.

The metal detector didn’t go off, and she picked up her keys and purse, knew the officer had gone through that as well, and followed the guard toward the visiting area. The small room held two tables with four chairs at each one. It was currently empty, and when she took a seat at one of the tables and stared out the glass window right across from her, her heart started beating harder. She was nervous, so nervous that she was going to see Cain again after so long. Although she had asked if Fallina wanted to come, the timing hadn’t worked out. But she knew Fallina came up to see her dad frequently, and although Fallina would always look downtrodden when she’d return, Violet had a feeling Cain wasn’t the type of man to want visitors. This certainly wasn’t a place that elicited happy, loving memories, even if Cain was here because he had protected them all those years ago.

Violet felt like she sat there for hours, and then she heard a loud buzz, signaling a door being unlocked. Moments later she saw him, walking behind a guard, and another one right behind him. He didn’t look at her, not until he stepped in the room. He had handcuffs around his wrists and shackles around his ankles. He stared at her, looking older, more dangerous, if that was even possible. He had several days’ worth of scruff on his cheeks, and his dark hair was on the longer side, brushing his shoulders. He looked rough in a way that told her he’d probably seen far too much while inside. The guards took off the handcuffs, but left the shackles. He moved toward her, his dark eyes trained on her and this hard look on his face.

“I told you not to come here, Violet,” he said in a hard voice, and was clearly pissed she didn’t listen.

“I’ve been writing to you, and I wanted to see you, Cain. You rarely respond when I do contact you, and it’s hard.”

He breathed out and leaned back in his seat. “I don’t want you at a place like this. It’s fucking brutal in here, and I don’t want you exposed to this shit.”

Yeah, she knew the reputation of this prison, but they were in the visiting wing, away from the offenders that were truly dangerous and locked up for everyone’s protection. “If it wasn’t safe then they wouldn’t allow me to come, to see you.”

He didn’t move, didn’t respond, and looked even more pissed now. “It doesn’t matter, Violet. This place is fucked, and I don’t want you here. I told you that, but you’re so damn stubborn.”

“I wanted to talk to you, and the few letters you sent back were not the responses I thought I’d get.”