Riot(4)

Grace laid her computer on her bedside table then turned off her light, feeling her feet go numb from Daisy lying on them at the bottom of the bed. She moved them, prompting Daisy to get up and lay sprawled out next to her. Bear took Daisy’s place on her feet.

The dogs she had rescued from the animal shelter wanted to remain within touching distance of her. Daisy would sleep throughout the night while Bear would stay awake and guard them while they slept.#p#分页标题#e#

Grace let her dogs soothe her to sleep, refusing to think about Monday. If she was lucky, she would be able to convince Ross to let CeCe do it. It was a longshot, but she was going to try. Even CeCe had standards. What woman in her right mind would become involved with a convicted felon?

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Ice lay back on his mattress, staring up at the ceiling.

“Did you sign up for the class?” Jackal’s voice from the doorway drew his attention.

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah, so did Max and Buzz.”

Ice nodded, sitting up on the side of the bed. “Find out who’s teaching the course.”

“Already did. Seems like she’s taught here for a while. Older woman, the men here seem to like her. She’s helped several prisoners get jobs once they were released.”

“That could work to our advantage. Get me some personal info on her. If we decide to use her, I don’t want to be scrambling the last minute for shit I should already know. I don’t want any surprises, Jackal.”

“Will do, gotta go. Rita’s here to visit me.”

Ice laughed. “What did she tell them?”

“She’s my sister.”

“Again? How many sisters do they think you have now?”

“I come from a large family,” Jackal mocked. “I’ll eat a slice of pizza for you.”

“Fuck-wad.” The visitors could purchase food for the prisoners while they visited. Jackal managed to eat the whole time he was there.

Ice watched his sergeant-at-arms leave, going to the common door to wait for one of the guards to escort him to the visitors’ room. He had sent a message that he didn’t want anyone to visit him. As the president of the Predators, it would put a target on her head. At the clubhouse, he had always been careful to make sure he had never singled out any one woman. He himself had used women as weapons against other clubs, so he knew not to have that shit turned around on himself.

He stood, stretching. It was beginning to wear on his nerves being unable to ride his bike. The last four months already seemed like a fucking lifetime of being cooped up in the small cell. The court seemed to think the next four years would make him a changed man, and the time stretched endlessly before him.

He had no intention of seeing the end of his sentence. The woman who would be teaching them the basics of computers was going to be their way out. She just didn’t know it yet. And when she did, it would be too late.





Chapter 2



Ice walked into the classroom followed by several other prisoners. Surveying the room, he picked a computer desk close to the window. Jackal took the one by the door, Buzz took the one next to him, and Max took the desk in front of him.

Ice drummed his fingers impatiently on the desk, looking out the window into the recreation yard. His eyes narrowed at seeing the Church with his band of followers pass in the hallway, on their way outside. The muscle-bound fucker called himself the Church because his word was supposed to be God’s. If you didn’t do what he wanted when he wanted it done, then either he or one of his brain-dead minions would punish you. He ruled the prison by fear, and so far, no one had stood up to him. Ice had maintained his distance, and Church kept his.

Ice knew it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened and they clashed. There was only room enough for one boss in the prison. If Church didn’t make sure Ice was a follower, which he wasn’t, then he would have to confront him or lose respect. The loss of respect could be a dangerous thing for a man of the Church’s power. Ice hoped to put off the confrontation as long as possible, seeing no need to upset the hierarchy of the prison if it didn’t affect him.#p#分页标题#e#

Three guards were placed strategically around the room: one in the back, one by the door, and one at the side of the room toward the front. The clock on the wall showed the teacher was five minutes late.

“Damn, am I seeing things?” Max’s voice drew Ice’s attention to the door. He barely managed to keep his mouth from hanging open when he saw a woman cautiously enter the room.

The lithe blond was tall for a woman. Ice gauged her to be around five-nine. She was wearing a plain, black skirt with a jacket on over a black top. Ice’s lips twitched. She looked like she was attending a funeral—her own.