Elijah Vaughn.
The sun had already set, but the last thing I wanted was to go back to the cell. The cool night air, the gentle breeze, and the feeling of sitting on Dante’s lap gave me a rare sense of comfort in this place.
There was no rush–just that quiet moment shared between us.
But suddenly, he stood up, placing me gently on the concrete bench.
Wait here, bunny. I’ll be right back.”
His voice was low, followed by a soft kiss on my forehead before he walked out of the courtyard.
I watched as his silhouette disappeared into the dark hallway, a strange discomfort blooming in my chest.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, catching the salty scent of the sea in the distance. The stars were beginning to appear in the dark sky, glowing almost hypnotically.
If it weren’t for the uniform, the bars, and the distant echo of the other inmates‘ voices..I could almost pretend I wasn’t in prison.
Minutes passed.
Still no sign of Dante.
Uneasiness began to creep in.
Should I go after him?
Just as I was about to get up, I heard footsteps approaching. My eyes quickly landed on Dante’s tall, commanding figure. But he wasn’t alone.
Walking beside him were Fox and another man I’d seen before.
My gaze flicked to Fox, who looked at me with pure confusion, as if he didn’t understand what the hell was going on either. But my attention shifted to what Dante was holding in his hands.
Two bottles.
My eyes widened the moment I recognized the label.
Beer.
He walked up with a relaxed smile and handed me one of the bottles.
“Here, bunny,‘ he said playfully.
I hesitated for a moment before taking it from his hand.
‘I brought them so we can play cards. I know you don’t want to go in just yet.”
I blinked, trying to process that.
“This is Tony,” he added, nodding toward the man beside Fox. “My right–hand man in this prison.”
Tony gave me a small nod. I returned the gesture, still trying to catch up with everything.
I glanced at Fox, who looked like he was silently screaming, Get me out of here. I barely held back a laugh,
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Dante shulfed the deck with impressive skill while Tony pulled fox claser and handed him a bottle of beer.
I paused at that gesture for a second.
So this was him… the man Fox had fallen for.
Fox grabbed the bottle without hesitation and took a big gulp, clearly nervous.
‘Let’s play, Dante’s voice broke the silence.
The game started friendly enough, but it quickly turned into something way more competitive than I expected.
Fox seemed distracted, sneaking glances at Tony, who kept a stoic expression, eyes locked on the game.
Dante, on the other hand, played with the confidence of someone who knew he was going to win. He held his cards with a smug smile, analyzing us before each move.
Me?
Well, I was losing.
Again.
I let out a frustrated sigh as Dante played a card that completely destroyed my move.
“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, tossing my cards down.
Fox snorted with laughter while Dante raised an amused brow.
“You’re too easy to read, bunny.”
“Easy to read, my ass! That was just luck!”
“Luck?” Dante chuckled and leaned in to press a quick kiss to my lips. “That’s called strategy.”
Tony sipped his beer silently, watching the scene unfold. Fox rolled his eyes and flopped back on the bench.
Dante shuffled the cards again, flashing me a teasing look.
“Want to go again?”
I crossed my arms.
“Obviously. But if I lose this time, I get rematches until I win.“.
“That might take centuries,” Fox scoffed.
I shot him a glare.
Dante chuckled, clearly enjoying this way too much
“Alright, bunny. I accept your challenge.”
I picked up my cards again, détermined.
I was going to win.
Even if I had to force it.
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Fox and Tony exchanged a knowing glance before refocusing on the game.
It began again.
Dante dealt the cards with ease, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I studied my hand, weighing my options. Fox took a long swig of beer before playing his cards. Tony remained composed, tracking every move.
I played.
Lost.
Another round.
Lost again.
This is impossible,” I grumbled, folding my arms.
Dante laughed loudly, throwing his head back. Fox joined in, clearly drunk. Tony just gave a small shake of his head, ever the composed one.
“It’s not impossible, bunny. You just suck at this, Dante teased, dragging his fingers along my jaw.
I huffed and grabbed the cards again.
“One more!”
He grinned and began dealing.
Another loss.
“Shit!”
Fox, now on his fourth bottle from the stash Dante and Tony brought, leaned back on the bench, bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
His blue eyes sparkled with amusement, his cheeks flushed with alcohol. He was clearly past drunk.
“You two are so cocky, huh? Then I dare you to get our names tattooed!”
Silence fell over the group.
My body froze.
My eyes went wide as heat rushed to my face.
This idiot didn’t just say that, oh my God!
But when I looked at Dante and Tony, they exchanged a meaningful look.
As if… as if they were actually considering it.
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