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

notice, far enough to pretend they had not.

Evan did not wipe the coffee from his face.

He stood there with watery eggs sliding off the tray Bull’s shoulder had knocked crooked, a square of toast hanging off the edge, coffee dripping from his jaw onto the concrete floor. He was thirty-six years old, Black, lean, and calm in a way that made people either continue reading …