The Prison Bully Poured Coffee on the Quiet New Inmate! He Didn’t Know Who He Was Testing…

hissed.

“I am.”

Cain’s breathing changed. Anger did that. It made the body expensive to operate. Evan knew the yard beneath his feet, the slick patch near the drain, the slight rise where old concrete had been repaired badly. He guided Cain without appearing to guide him, step by step, until the larger man’s heel landed on the uneven seam.

Cain rushed.continue reading …