Chapter 1 #3
“I’m not afraid of a tiger shifter. They’re all pussies.” Benjamin said that this man wasn’t. “So what. I’m going to take her to task, too, on you being hurt. Did she do anything to keep you from being clawed like you are?”
“No. But I think she had a lot to do with me not being dead. I’m just saying, Shawn, you’d be better off robbing a bank than to fuck with Mac.
She’ll get you killed as soon as you try anything with her.
I’m not shitting you right now.” He said he wasn’t afraid.
“Then you have a nice short life. I don’t think he’s going to take too kindly to two of us wanting the same thing from her.
I’m done. I learned my lesson right away.
If you don’t heed my words, I don’t know what to tell you. ”
“You will be all right when I get you out of here. She’ll be paying for an operation, too, that will take care of those scars.
Also, I’m going to be asking for more than two grand.
I want some pocket money to flash around, and she’s going to be giving it to me.
” Benjamin told him good luck. “It’s not luck that I need.
I’m meaner than he is, and I’m going to get what I want. See that I don’t.”
“I don’t want to see you dead, but if you’re set on doing this, you go right ahead.
I did warn you.” He went to the cot and sat back down.
“What’ve you been up to? I’ve been reading while stuck in here, and I’m enjoying myself.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had some time to myself, and I’d forgotten how much I enjoy it.
How’s Dad? I’ve not heard from him either. ”
“Dad was in prison too the last time I saw him, should be getting out soon enough, then he’ll come here.
He’d been stealing cars off the street, and he got caught.
He was doing it in his own town, and that’s why they caught him.
You should never steal where you sleep. It’ll get you caught every time.
” Shaking his head, he couldn’t believe that he had to tell his father that and said as much to his brother.
“When he gets out, he’s going to be none too happy to find out that you’ve been hurt by Mac.
She’s going to piss him off something terrible, and I don’t blame him.
Just look at you! You’re nothing but skin and bones. ”
“I’m healthy. And I feel better, too.” Telling his little brother that he just didn’t know the difference between feeling good and being healthy.
“Yes, I do. I told you that I feel better than I have in a long time. And when I get out of here, I’m going to be following the rules too.
I saw my life flashing before my eyes when they couldn’t get my wounds to close up, and I’m not going to get myself in that way again.
I had to tell him I was sorry. Both of them and mean it too.
I did and finally stopped bleeding my life away. ”
“You’re full of shit.” Benjamin just waved him off like he knew better.
Well, he was older and did know better. “When you get out of here, and there aren’t any more cops watching you, you’ll change back to what you were doing before.
And I’ll be there telling you how proud I am of you, too.
You’ll see. Mark my words, they’re killing you here, and that’s about the truth of it. ”
“There was never any talking to you when you got something into your head. I’m doing fine and will continue to do fine right up until I meet my maker.
You’ll just have to go on without me. I’m happy to be doing what I’m doing.
” Shawn couldn’t believe that this was his brother talking and decided they were feeding him something to be off his noodle.
He told him that once he was away, he’d know.
“I know already. I’m fine. But you had better listen to me and leave Mac and her husband alone.
They’ll kill you and not have a second glance at you when they do. ”
After leaving his brother, knowing that he was right, he went and found him a place to stay.
He really couldn’t afford anything right now, but he had a credit card that he’d stolen about a week ago and hoped that it would still be worth something.
All he needed was to get into the hotel somewhere, and he’d have Mac picking up the tab.
While he didn’t know how much money she might have, he was going to take every penny of it.
She didn’t owe him, but that’s what he was going to tell her.
She owed him because he’d not killed her when she’d been a kid.
That should be worth something to her, he thought with a grin.
The hotel didn’t even blink an eye when he turned over his credit card. He hadn’t really looked at it until he’d been handed it back, but it had the name of the woman on it that he’d killed a week ago. She might still be out in the field where he’d left her, and nobody knew about the cards yet.
He didn’t get him the best room in the place, but a nice one.
It had double beds for when his father came to town, so they could share.
He’d be getting out of prison soon and would be hanging around him for a while.
As excited as he was, he knew that his dad was going to be twice as excited because he had a place for him to stay.
Usually, they stayed in something that was abandoned, without running water or heat.
Now he had all the things that came with the hotel, and he was happy for it.
Unpacking his gear, he decided that he needed to put his guns up where the staff couldn’t find them.
That’s all he needed was for some little bitch to find them and tell the police.
They’d be happy to get them, was what he knew, because they’d be solving a few cases if they tried to fire them and compare bullets. He never got rid of a good gun.
He probably should have. Gotten rid of them as soon as they’d been used.
Looking at his knife set, he was amazed at how clean it looked.
But he’d seen enough shows and been around enough inmates that he knew no matter how clean they looked, the police would find a bit of blood on them that would jack you up for years.
And his might well have a lot of little specs of blood from a lot of deaths.
If Shawn were caught again, he’d go in for life.
That three-times-and-you’re-done rule wouldn’t even get him a good prison as he’d been in and out of the system five times.
He just kept getting caught. But no more.
He had rules that he followed, too, and that was keeping him not only under the radar but out of prison, too.
He wasn’t going back, even if he had to kill the entire department of men in blue to get away with something.
And he’d do it too. There was no way he was going back to prison for life.
Lifers in prison were the worst kind of inmates.
They’d just as soon kill you as to look at you.
What did they have to lose? Nothing. They were already in for their entire life.
Hiding his guns behind the big dresser, he looked around the room for a place to hide his knives.
He wasn’t going to put them with his guns because he carried them around with him all the time and needed them to be where he could get to them.
There was no telling when he might need one of them to show a pussy what he was made of.
And he wanted them on him when he met up with Mac.
He might have to give her a few scars to show her what it was like.