Antonio
Kat was so fucking sexy in her tight, body hugging black jeans and black singlet shirt when she visited yesterday. Having her lips on mine, our tongues devouring each other's mouths, was enough to settle the beast inside me. But, only for a short time. It took everything in me, not to strip her bare, and take her right there on the table. Then, I would have had to kill everyone who had seen my woman naked, or heard her moans of pleasure. I didn't miss the looks on the other inmates faces when she came in, leering at my woman like animals. I wanted to kill every fucking one of them for daring to even glance her way. Having her in my arms, feeling her curves pushing into my side, eventually calmed me.
I refuse to tell Kat, and have warned Dom, that no-one is to say a word about her sister being the reason I'm in here, until I can be with her. I don’t know what the fuck she would do if she knew, but I can guess she would explode with anger, and go after Ashley. Then, she would shatter into a thousand pieces. I need to keep my woman safe, and be there to help her get through it, when she finds out.
I know she has Brooklyn, but I want to be the one to tell her, to pick up the pieces. Maybe that’s fucking selfish, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s my job to take care of her now, and I'll be damned if I let anyone get in my way - Boss’s woman, or not. Kitten is MINE.
Laying back on the thin foam mattress, I feel the metal springs digging into my back. I raise my hands and tuck them under my head, close my eyes, and imagine being in bed with Kat snuggled up beside me. I snap out of my day dream when I hear the rattle of keys, the guards are unlocking the cell doors. I stand and stretch, trying to get rid of the kinks and knots in my back. Reaching over toward the television, which sits on box shelves attached to the grubby green/blue walls, I flip the switch to off. After carefully folding the letter I was writing to my Kitten, I push it under my pillow. I glance around the small cell, it feels like it was made for a fucken Leprechaun. Do they usually only jail fucking midgets? There are two metal beds, one attached to each wall, a small as fuck shower, wash basin and toilet. I peer out through the window in the center of the wall above the beds, thick bars distort the view over the rear yard. I’m glad I don’t have someone else in here with me, it’s to fucken small with only me in it.
“Grasso, step back," one of the guards calls out. I see his eyes as he looks through the small window in the door. Following his order, I don't want to be here any longer than necessary, I take a step back and wait to hear the click of the lock. The door is left ajar, and I watch as they move away before stepping through and heading toward the small common area. I find a couple of other guys setting up to play cards.
Taking a seat at a metal table, I scan my surroundings. It's something I always do when I first come out of my cell. Everyone here knows exactly who I am, and even though they are scared shitless of me, there are still some pieces of shit who think they have the balls to take me on. I take note of other inmates coming down the stairs from the cells on the floor above. A few head toward the other end of the block where a door leads outside to the yard where there is an exercise section and another seating area. I notice a Chinese guy side eye me as he heads to the wash area behind the staircase. I don’t break eye contact with him until he looks away. I know exactly who he is, he's a member of the ghost dragons gang in Sydney. That fucker Joey beat up one of their women.
“Grasso, you in?”
“Si, I’ll be back." I stand and stride toward the wash area, walk up behind the cazzo and wait for him to turn around and notice me.
“You got a problem?" I growl out. When he starts jabbering in Chinese, saying God only knows what, I fold my arms across my chest and demand, “English, motherfucker."
“Your boss better watch his back." He smirks as if he knows some secret joke I'm not in on. When he turns away, I grab the fucker by his shirt, and pull him up onto his toes. He tries to wrestle free from my hold but it isn't happening. “Is that a threat?" I spit out.
“Grasso," a guard yells, and I drop the piece of shit on the concrete floor, he gasps for air. “La tua morte,"(you're dead) I growl out before turning, and walking back to the table. I could have taken him right there and then, I have some privileges in here being who I am, but I don’t want to push too much and end up having to do more time away from my girl.
“Everything good, Antonio?" Pete, another inmate asks as I return to the table and sit.
He's a decent guy, I guess, if you can call a murderer a decent person. I can’t judge considering what I do for a living.
Taking my silence to be his answer, he deals the cards and I replay the threat from that piece of shit Chinese.
“So, your girl came to visit you yesterday?"
I'm pulled from my thoughts when I hear Pete ask about Kat, why the fuck is he bringing her up?
“What’s your point?" I ask, already on edge from the other fucker. My anger is starting to get the better of me. I'm in no mood for him to be speaking about my woman.
Pete obviously senses my foul mood. “Easy mate, we're just shooting the breeze."
Fucker. “Let’s just fucking play." I glare at him. daring him to say another word. I then turn my glare on the other two fuckers at the table. They are quick to realize, I'm not in the fucking mood for this shit, and look back down at their cards.
Fuck, I need air. Throwing the cards onto the table, I get to my feet and head for the yard. But, I know that ain't going to calm me down, I need to get the fuck out of here, and hold my girl in my arms.