Chapter 3 High Profile
Liam
I understand your honor, but I am required to have this information. My hand tightens around the phone. Anger is creeping in. What do you mean she's a high-profile case? She has no priors; she's not a celebrity. Uh-huh, well, what can you tell me? Thank you for your time, Judge. I hang up the phone and run my hands through my hair in frustration. All they could tell me was that she claimed assault, and so did the male in question. That she had set him on fire, burning his arm severely. That she had no priors. And that's a high-profile case. Who is this girl? I then pick up my cell phone and place a call.
Hey, boss man, Ricky says.
Hey, I need you to do something
*What's up, boss
I need you to find out everything you can about Amara Black, get a file put together, and bring it to me.
Sure thing, boss. Are we still making the drop tonight?
Yes, the shipment will proceed on schedule. See you soon. I click off the phone.
Even that judge seemed scared. Who the hell was she involved with? I know every powerful man in the city. Most of them work for me. The only two that don't are Hector Gonzalez and Killian Graves. I guess I will have to wait until Ricky pulls through. It wouldn't be hard to find out information, or at least it shouldn't be. I owned more than half of this city. Only remained in this prison because of how close it was to my house. I owned 10 other prisons. Some in this city, some not. The crime rate skyrocketed when my boss died, creating a vacuum. A vacuum, I had no issues directing and controlling. Bending every needed person to my will. There isn't anything that happens in this city that I don't know about.
I tapped my pencil on the desk, contemplating who she could have been involved with. You would think she would be in witness protection if she were such a high-profile case. Yet she was found guilty. Thinking about her being attacked made my soul burn in rage. I barely knew her, yet she was mine. She just didn't know it yet. But she will. And no one will ever touch her again except for me. I chuckle thinking about her lighting some poor schmucks arm on fire. What a little pyro. I find myself making my way to her cell, curious about her.
I watch some of the inmates clean as I make my way down the hall. They freeze as I walk past, all knowing their place. This was my Domaine to control, and I loved it. She hasn't noticed me standing here. I find her lying on her stomach with a letter. Reading so intently. No wonder she got in trouble. So focused on what's in front of her, she has no clue about her surroundings. Finally, she turns around and sees me. Her face is bright pink as she rushes to her feet. That's right, kitten, be worked up in my presence. I step closer to her, inhaling her scent. God, she was perfect. And it will be even more perfect when she is on her knees looking up at me with those big blue eyes.
Hello sir…
I chuckle. She called me sir. Wrong name, but at least she knows respect.
Hello Amara, what do you have there?
I watch as she squeezes the letter in her hand. Her whole body was shaking with nerves.
Oh, this um… It's just a letter from a friend
I study her face, looking her up and down. She is lying to me. Interesting.
Must be a pretty important friend for you to hold on to it like that.
Well, letters are the only form of communication with the world I have, she says dryly.
That is true. I guess I could let you make a phone call from my office if you're so interested in the world you left.
Why..why would you allow that?
I'm in a generous mood today. Those don't happen often, so what will it be, Kitten?
I watch as her breathing quickens at me calling her kitten. That's right, I called you a kitten. I smirk, watching the emotions flood her.
I would very much like that, sir
Good, then it's settled, come with me
She follows behind me as I lead her up the stairs to my office. The door squeaked as I opened it. I point my finger at the chair sitting across from my desk. She sits. Good, she is already listening to me. This is going to be fun. I sit in my chair, taking in her beauty. Pushing the phone forward to her. She stares carefully, like she is unsure if she should touch it. Go ahead, make your call
What do I have to do in return?
I laugh, nothing, Kitten, this one is free.
I watch her as she picks up the phone and dials a number.
Amara
The ringing of the line made my heart jump up and down. Please answer, please.
Hello?
Hey, it's me
Amara!!! Omg girl, I can't believe you're calling!!!
Yeah, the warden let me use his phone.
Are you ok, are you hurt?
No, I'm fine but… I run my fingers through the cord, playing with it. Turning my back to him so he can't see the emotions I can't keep off my face.
But what? What's going on?
I take in a deep breath and say one word
Pickles…
I can feel his eyes on my back as the line goes quiet.
He... he didn't, she finally says. Remembering the word we had come up with before I came to prison.
Yeah…a nice letter too.
Amara…what are you going to do?
I don't know Pheobe. But it wasn't processed.
The letter did not go through the prison, she asks?
No
Shit, you got to tell someone
Talking is what landed me here.
Don't worry, Amara. Our plan is still golden when you get released. Ok?
Like that brings me any comfort. He was here in this prison…or at the very least had someone on the inside. I may not even make it to my release date to run with her. But I don't tell her that as I don't want her to worry more.
Yeah, I say dryly, that's good.
I turn back around, looking at him. He spins his fingers, indicating to wrap it up.
Listen, I've got to go.
Okay, Amara, be safe. I love you
I love you too.
I hang up the phone and push it back towards him. I know he didn't have to let me make a phone call. Why was he being so nice? What did he want from me? Also, why does he keep calling me Kitten? What was his deal? Did he do this with all the prisoners? I would assume this would be the best hunting grounds for a man. There was not a shortage of women here nor a shortage of what they would do for “special privileges”.