“Always happy to serve,” she cooed, and I knew I’d married the right woman.
CHAPTER THREE
Landon
Fuck, the g-string smelled good. Cole had returned from his conjugal visit smiling like a Cheshire cat, and damn if I wasn’t jealous. Although Morgan married him because it made more sense, it didn’t mean I was happy about it. Every nerve in my body needed release, and I would have assaulted my brother had he not slipped me the sopping panties.#p#分页标题#e#
I planned on fucking the material asap, maybe wrapping it around my dick as I rubbed myself, but first, we needed to discuss the planned prison break. Cole and I had formed an allegiance with the warden, who sympathized with our plight. I mean, who wouldn’t? The girl we’d allegedly raped was now married to my brother. It was a case of justice gone seriously awry.
Anyways, the warden was arranging for a ride on a prison bus, at which point one of our friends would ram the vehicle as the beginnings of an escape. All of the details had been planned, down to the make and model of the getaway car.
“Did you tell her?” I asked.
“I did,” Cole confirmed. “She’s on board.”
I sighed with relief. Morgan is the most important person to my brother and I, the mother of our child, and we planned on whisking her away to somewhere safe, away from the clutches of our father. So long as Gerald was alive, we’d always be in danger. As a rich and powerful man, he’d find some way to make our lives miserable, either through the legal process or merely finding some way to keep our little sister away from us.
So the next morning, Cole and I filed into the cafeteria per usual, until our names were called. “Kingsley, Cole! Kinsgley, Landon! Report to the transport area.”
Cole and I looked around, but no one even noticed. Prisoners were always being transferred, moved around the penitentiary system like unwanted children. The warden put handcuffs on our wrists, and locked them, but stealthily handed us a piece of wire which we could use to jimmy free. I hid the thread in my palm, keeping my face expressionless.
The doors slammed ominously after we’d been loaded into the back of a transport van. What the fuck? I thought we’d be going in the prison bus. But as we drove off, Cole gave me a tense nod, and I looked out the grated windows. Sure enough, there was a vehicle tailing us, although our driver hadn’t noticed yet.
With a sudden screech, the van ground to a halt, and a vehicle t-boned us. If Cole and I hadn’t been tethered to the walls, we would have ended up in a pile on the floor, but fortunately our restraints held us safe. The guard was knocked unconscious though, and the back door to the van flew open.
“Come on man!” cried Jesus. “Get the fuck out!”
It was our henchman from the club. We hire guys who work as bouncers cum detectives cum jack of all trades, and they’re more than happy to move in and out of gray areas, plying their skills. Cole and I worked quickly. We jimmied out of our restraints, pulled masks over our faces, and fled into the waiting getaway car, crouching in the back.
The car flew into motion before blending with traffic, settling into a silent ride. There was a tense moment as we crossed a bridge, as bridges in New York are fitted with all sorts of cameras and sensors, intent on tracking violators. But after a long drive, we stopped and Jesus thrust plane tickets and false IDs at us.
“Sir,” he said. “Tickets to the Republic of Cabo Verde.”
Ah, Cape Verde, an island paradise off the western coast of Africa. One of the few times Violet had saved enough to take us on vacation, we’d wandered to Cap Vert, a former Portuguese colony recently independent. The weather is balmy and serene, and there’s a great party scene populated by affluent Europeans.
Just as important is that Cape Verde has no extradition treaty with the United States.
“Come on,” said Cole harshly, “Let’s go.” We boarded the plane after changing into non-descript clothes and sat grimly in our seats. I was nervous all throughout the five hour trip, believing that the plane would be raided by air marshals or ordered by traffic control to turn around at any moment. But the flight was eerily calm, and I even managed to smile at the flight attendant once or twice, trying to seem normal.#p#分页标题#e#
“Loosen up, brother,” said Cole, deadpan. “You look like a criminal, just sitting there.”
I tried to relax, pretending to read the in-flight magazine, but knew I wouldn’t be able to rest until I saw our beautiful bride.
After a grueling trip, we landed, and the door to the plane opened to a dry, hot heat wave. We’d definitely left New York. Cole and I were loaded into a car which drove into the jungle for hours, before pulling up before a villa.