Chapter 34
ROGERS
Surprisingly Sinn'ous isn’t covered in blood. And the ‘body’ he is holding is not in fact dead. Although, that conclusion is in question. Jasper’s eyes are fixed and dilated. It’s as though his mind has blinked out and taken a sabbatical.
There is, however, a blood covered sheet scrunched in a loose ball on the floor. Smears of red over the usually off white colour of a sheet washed far too many times.
But what tops the cake of this what-the-fuck moment, is the way Jasper is curled up in Sinn'ous’s lap. And the psychopathic inmate is rubbing small circles on the kid’s back. It’s unnerving. But also kind of sweet.
Why is it sweet?
It’s literally a psychopath who Rogers knows plans to kill Jasper. This shouldn’t be a moment to swoon over. But shit if it isn’t hard to hold back the awwwwww.
Okay. He needs answers.
“Did you—”
“I didn’t fucking hurt him.” Sinn'ous’s arms tighten and he pulls Jasper that much closer. A possessive glint hitting his eyes and sparking a fire so hot Rogers could swear it singed his eyebrows. The flat emotionless expression grows colder than usual, any semblance of human warmth sucked out.
Rogers forces himself to hold his ground and not move back a few retreating steps. You don’t show weakness to a predator, not if you want to keep on breathing.
Both his hands are now held out in what he can only hope radiates a placating air. “I’m just here to find out what happened. Nothing more, you do your thing.”
It’s like being stuck in a box with a hyper aggressive rattle snake. One wrong move and he’ll be taking fangs to the face.
“I need a blood test done.”
Rogers’s eyebrows threaten to rise at the words. He hits them with a counter threat that if they do so he’ll cut them off. They listen and stay in place.
“On him?” Rogers tips his head at Jasper.
“No. On the bodies.” The words are bitten out through clenched teeth. “I think I got there in time. But I don’t know how far they managed to get. I need to know if they’re positive.”
The events click into place. It may as well be a colour coded, detailed synopsis.
Damn.
Who had the balls to rape Jasper?
The whole prison knows Sinn'ous is keeping close tabs on him. Even the guards play keep-away when it involves Jasper. CO Hudson has a bet running on how long until they’re zipping the kid into a body bag.
That part rubs Rogers in all the wrong places. Treating inmates as lesser than human is not his thing. Well. Mostly not. When it comes to Jasper it’s a definite not. The others in here? Not so much. He’s seen what they do to one another, and it isn’t pretty.
Some here were dealt a crap hand, and most of the others, like Sinn'ous, make the world a better place when they’re not in it and are behind bars.
Except for the fact that said coldhearted killer is currently gently rocking another man while rubbing his back. And Jasper is very much not okay, eyes unblinkingly staring straight ahead.
A silence stretch passes, during which Rogers assesses Jasper and the whole situation. Including the psychopath whose possessiveness is showing in neon flashing lights.
An obsession like this is not going to be healthy for Jasper, especially if the kid rejects it—rejects Sinn'ous.
There isn’t much he can do. So he settles for what he can control.
“Sure.” He picks up the sheet, and with a final look over at the pair, departs to go find wherever it is Sinn'ous left the bodies.