Chapter 7 Knox
KNOX
I watched Monroe get up to leave and I turned my head to watch her.
The swell of her ass was sinful as her hips swayed with the click of her heels.
The guard opened the door for her and she left and I grinned as her heels clicked down the hallway.
I felt the guard wrench me up by my arm, and my reflex was to throw my elbow into his nose and break it.
But if I wanted to get out of here, I needed to play nice.
I needed to sit tight and let that sexy fucking woman do her damn job.
There were so many things I could do to a body like hers.
The marks I could leave on the dip of her waist and the holes I could fill with my raging cock.
My body would blanket hers nicely, and I bet she was a submissive little fuck, too.
The strongest women always were. Willing to give their control to any man who ran his tongue against her pussy.
I bet she had juicy lips I could suck on while she begged for more. And I would give her more.
A woman with a body like that deserved more.
I could pin her hands above her head and nail her to the wall. She had the perfect height for me to bend her over that fuckin’ metal table and take her from behind. I bet her ass would jiggle nicely for me.
Hell, I bet her ass was still virginal.
The guard clenching on my arm hauled me back to my cell.
We were walking down the hallway to whatever assigned hell they were gonna put me in.
There were men smiling and snarling at me with their crazy eyes and their bullshit stares.
Men who thought they were hard but were really pissing themselves at night because of this place.
But then, I saw a man reach out for me.
“Keep your hands in your cell, prisoner,” the guard said.
I saw him whip out his baton and crash it down onto the man’s arm.
“You’re a dead man walking, Dead Soul. You hear me?”
I turned my head and saw one of the members of The Black Saddles cradling his busted arm.
“I think the name you want is ‘Knox’,” I said with a grin.
The man lunged at his cell bars and the guard started beating on the bars with his baton.
I stood back and grinned as the guard yelled at the man, but it did bring up a good point.
I still had no idea if the Latin Cobras were gonna be helping me out in this place.
And the bloodlust in the Saddles eyes were starting to wear on me a bit.
I knew I could take them if they got me alone, but at what cost?
Killing them in a place like this would ensure my stay here, but if I didn’t retaliate there was a good chance they wouldn’t stop until I was dead.
I needed to figure out where the Cobras stood.
I needed to talk to Diesel.
“You get one phone call, so make it a good one,” the guard said.
I looked at him as he shoved me in line and I waited for the next available payphone.
“Knox? That you?” Diesel asked.
“The hell is taking you so long to call me?” I asked.
“I can’t get anything through. The police aren’t exactly being cooperative. But I’m working on it.”
“You got anything for me? Anything on my family or this meeting I just had with this lawyer that wasn’t Rose?” I asked.
“Not Rose? What do you mean?”
“The woman who came to see me today is named ‘Miss Williams’. She had a signed and notarized letter from both Rose and Bradley saying she was working my damn case. But it wasn’t Rose.”
“I’ll check on it to make sure that checks out. What did you tell her?”
“Everything she asked for. Didn’t have a choice,” I said.
“Shit. Okay. I’ll make sure it checks out. In the meantime, I drove by your family’s place. Everything looks okay. People are all smiles and Canyon was outside playing with a friend.”
“And nothing looked outta place?” I asked.
“Nope. I asked around a bit in town, seeing if maybe the locals knew of a gang riding in every now and then, and they said nothing like that happened around their neck of the woods.”
“Good. I’ll take it for now. In terms of protection, I gotta lead.
One of the heads of the Latin Cobras is in here.
Jesús. I know him from our high school days.
Ran the same hallways and shit. I talked to him about protection and everything, but he said he’d have to reach out to a man by the name of Diego. ”
“I know Diego well. He’s helped me with a few things in the past. Actually owes me a very big favor right now after helping him out of a sticky situation,” Diesel said.
“I don’t know and I don’t care. Talk to him. Jesús and his men won’t make a move in my direction until they get that call from Diego,” I said.
“I’ll make it happen. It’s about time I started calling in my favors anyway. I’m too nice of a guy sometimes.”
“Yeah, nice isn't quite the word I’d use,” I said.
“Call me tomorrow. I’m still working on the police not being assholes, but if all else fails I’ll send someone to see you in a couple days. But every time you get a phone call, call me, Knox.”
“Who the fuck else am I gonna call?” I asked. “Talk to you soon. Hopefully.”
I didn’t even get the phone on the damn hook before the guard tugged me away from the phone.
I glared at him and he grinned, trying to taunt me into a bad situation.
I knew what he was doing. He was trying to rile me up and get me going so I’d take a swing or some shit.
All of these guards wanted men like me behind bars.
They took pride in it for some shithead reason.
But I wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction of breaking his jaw today.
The guard threw me into my cell and I stayed there for the rest of the day. Dinner was taken in our cells because of some bullshit lockdown requirement, but I wasn’t hungry for the slop they were giving us. That food wasn’t even fit to feed to the fucking sewer rats, much less human beings.
So, I slid the tray underneath my cell and waited for some asshole to step in it.
I leaned back onto my cot and closed my eyes.
I’d been in this shithole for two days, but it felt like two fucking years.
There was nothing to do except stay alive, and everywhere I went it felt like someone wanted to kill me.
I wasn’t scared, but I was wary of my surroundings.
I couldn’t take care of my momma and Canyon if I was beaten to death in a dark corner where there were no fucking cameras.
I allowed my thoughts to drift, and they found their way back to Monroe.
I reached out for her strawberry blonde hair and pulled it from its twist at the back of her head.
I bet it would tumble down her back and make a nice handle for when I fucked that tight little ass of hers.
I bet she’d cringe at the sight of my cock, wondering how something so big could fit in a hole so tiny.
I saw her green eyes staring at me as she rode my cock, her massive tits bouncing in my face as she moaned my name.
Fuck. I bet my name would sound wonderful in those sultry low tones of her voice.
My hands were shaking at the idea of touching her velvety soft skin.
Even with sitting across a table from her, she looked soft.
A pillowy place for my rock-hard body to land after a long day at work.
And holy fuck, how she would look in my shower.
My walk-in shower was the best fucking thing about my damn house.
I could lay her down on the ground and watch water pour over her as I fucked her until she screamed.
I could take that showerhead and put it between her legs and watch the show as she unraveled.
How the fuck was I gonna build a case with a woman I wanted to fuck?
How the hell was that gonna work?