Chapter One
She felt the roughness of her hands as they wrapped around the cool metal bars. They were dry and cracked from night after night of washing dishes. A privilege to be able to work while in jail, they said, but it felt more like a punishment. Before jail, Abigail River’s perfectly manicured nails hadn’t touched soapy water except for a bubble bath. Now she couldn’t remember the last time they had even seen nail polish. That was over ten years ago. She wondered if she would even remember how to paint them. He had better appreciate what she did for him, for them. His last letter said he wouldn’t be writing for a little while. There was some big heist, which was going to take him away from civilization for a while. Two years had passed and there hadn’t been a letter since. The first few years he visited a couple of times in disguise, but still sexy as hell. The next couple he came once, and the years after that his letters always explained the reasons why he didn’t visit. All his letters were full of promise and sweet nothings. She missed those letters.
There was anger. In a way she felt like he’d abandoned her. She fantasized about running those unkempt nails of hers across the bastard’s face until he bled and then letting him make up for the ten years she served him on every surface of his house, wherever he was calling home these days. Benton always did like it rough. Smiling, she walked back over to hop on her bunk and thought about the different ways they would love each other when they were finally together again.
They had always had a kind of a love-hate relationship. There would be hours of screaming at one another and then hours of making up. Sometimes things would get broken in both instances, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Forever, baby,” were the last words he spoke to her. “I’ll wait for those gorgeous tits of yours forever.” Okay, granted he could have said eyes and been more romantic, but her breasts were his favorite body part. She loved the way he gave them special attention, so she let it slide.
There would be no sleeping tonight. She would be going over and over their reunion in her head. After ten years in jail, she had thought about many things she wanted to say and do to him. She went to climb up into her bunk, not paying attention to where her foot was landing.
“Miss Priss, what the hell are you daydreaming about? You almost stuck your foot in my damn eye.” Ruby poked her head out from under the bunk.
Abigail’s cellmate was her complete opposite, and the color of their skin was only the beginning. The nickname Ruby was one she had earned at the end of a shank, both on the receiving and giving end. You didn’t mess with Ruby, and Abigail was happy to have her on her side. They called Abigail Miss Priss. No one thought she was tough at all until one day she helped Ruby in a fight and earned their respect. They still called her that because she was girly, and that couldn’t be taken away from her.
“Benton.” Abigail knew there was no reason to lie to Ruby. She could almost smell deceit on people. She would know she was lying if she said it was nothing.
“Oh, Mr. Perfect again.” Ruby stood up so she was eye level with Abigail. “Mr. I am leaving you in jail for something I was mostly responsible for, see you in ten years.” Ruby didn’t care much for Benton.
“He is waiting for me, Ruby. I’m going to be with him forever when I get out of here. One more day.” Abigail couldn’t help but smile.
“What guard did you suck off to get the hell out of here?” Ruby still didn’t believe it. “No one actually leaves for good behavior.”
“First, I would have to suck off a judge because the guards don’t have that kind of pull. Next, these lips are only going to wrap around one man for the rest of my life. You are just going to have to believe I’m getting out on good behavior.” Abigail lay back on the bunk, staring at the
She felt the roughness of her hands as they wrapped around the cool metal bars. They were dry and cracked from night after night of washing dishes. A privilege to be able to work while in jail, they said, but it felt more like a punishment. Before jail, Abigail River’s perfectly manicured nails hadn’t touched soapy water except for a bubble bath. Now she couldn’t remember the last time they had even seen nail polish. That was over ten years ago. She wondered if she would even remember how to paint them. He had better appreciate what she did for him, for them. His last letter said he wouldn’t be writing for a little while. There was some big heist, which was going to take him away from civilization for a while. Two years had passed and there hadn’t been a letter since. The first few years he visited a couple of times in disguise, but still sexy as hell. The next couple he came once, and the years after that his letters always explained the reasons why he didn’t visit. All his letters were full of promise and sweet nothings. She missed those letters.
There was anger. In a way she felt like he’d abandoned her. She fantasized about running those unkempt nails of hers across the bastard’s face until he bled and then letting him make up for the ten years she served him on every surface of his house, wherever he was calling home these days. Benton always did like it rough. Smiling, she walked back over to hop on her bunk and thought about the different ways they would love each other when they were finally together again.
They had always had a kind of a love-hate relationship. There would be hours of screaming at one another and then hours of making up. Sometimes things would get broken in both instances, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Forever, baby,” were the last words he spoke to her. “I’ll wait for those gorgeous tits of yours forever.” Okay, granted he could have said eyes and been more romantic, but her breasts were his favorite body part. She loved the way he gave them special attention, so she let it slide.
There would be no sleeping tonight. She would be going over and over their reunion in her head. After ten years in jail, she had thought about many things she wanted to say and do to him. She went to climb up into her bunk, not paying attention to where her foot was landing.
“Miss Priss, what the hell are you daydreaming about? You almost stuck your foot in my damn eye.” Ruby poked her head out from under the bunk.
Abigail’s cellmate was her complete opposite, and the color of their skin was only the beginning. The nickname Ruby was one she had earned at the end of a shank, both on the receiving and giving end. You didn’t mess with Ruby, and Abigail was happy to have her on her side. They called Abigail Miss Priss. No one thought she was tough at all until one day she helped Ruby in a fight and earned their respect. They still called her that because she was girly, and that couldn’t be taken away from her.
“Benton.” Abigail knew there was no reason to lie to Ruby. She could almost smell deceit on people. She would know she was lying if she said it was nothing.
“Oh, Mr. Perfect again.” Ruby stood up so she was eye level with Abigail. “Mr. I am leaving you in jail for something I was mostly responsible for, see you in ten years.” Ruby didn’t care much for Benton.
“He is waiting for me, Ruby. I’m going to be with him forever when I get out of here. One more day.” Abigail couldn’t help but smile.
“What guard did you suck off to get the hell out of here?” Ruby still didn’t believe it. “No one actually leaves for good behavior.”
“First, I would have to suck off a judge because the guards don’t have that kind of pull. Next, these lips are only going to wrap around one man for the rest of my life. You are just going to have to believe I’m getting out on good behavior.” Abigail lay back on the bunk, staring at the
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