Chapter 33 Knox
KNOX
SINNERS AND SAINTS GROUP CHAT
Me: Need a favor.
Ryker: DESTROY THIS PHONE.
Blake: What do you need?
Me: The last name of Harper’s ex-boyfriend.
Axel: Well, that’s not ominous at all. *Skull emoji*
Ryker: Knox, no.
Me: No what?
Ryker: Whatever you’re planning, no.
Axel: Wait, do you, like … order hits from prison? Is that a thing you can do? Asking for a friend.
Ryker: DO NOT ANSWER THAT.
Axel: The friend is me. I’m the friend.
Blake: We figured.
Me: Remember Harper?
Axel: The nurse who allegedly looks at you like you hung the moon even though you’re serving 25? Yeah. Vaguely recall. *Eye roll emoji*
Me: Did her ex get a job at the prison?
Ryker: What the hell are you talking about?
Me: There’s a new CO. Whitmore. Is that her ex’s last name?
Ryker: Knox, I honestly don’t know Harper’s ex’s last name. But even if it’s him, you CAN’T do anything stupid.
Axel: Define stupid.
Ryker: Axel, I swear to God.
Axel: What? I’m trying to establish parameters. For him. Not for me. I don’t need them. *Halo emoji*
Blake: You absolutely need them.
Jace: I’d like to point out that “murder the ex-boyfriend” is typically frowned upon by parole boards.
Me: I need that name.
Ryker: Knox?
Ryker: Knox.
Ryker: You still there?
Axel: Uh-oh. He’s gone quiet.
Blake: That’s … not good.
Axel: For the record, quiet Knox is scarier than loud Knox. Loud Knox punches walls. Quiet Knox plans funerals. *Coffin emoji*
Ryker: NOT HELPING.
Axel: I’m trying to keep things light. It’s literally the only tool in my emotional toolkit. I’m working with what I have.
Blake: That was weirdly self-aware.
Ryker: Knox, listen to me. Dakota needs you OUT of that place. Not serving a longer sentence. Whatever you’re thinking, stop.
Me: I just need to know if it’s him. Because if Whitmore is the man who put his hands on her …
Axel: Then he’s already a dead man? He just doesn’t know it yet? *Skull emoji*