Caged Jaye by Lynn Kelling

Author:Lynn Kelling
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: crime, drama, gay, prison, mm, survival, ffp
Publisher: Enspire Publishing

Chapter 13

Crying Johnny

“What if this fucks up my face? Like an infection?”

Cash shrugged, giving him a brief, unfazed glance before he resumed preparing the ink and modified tattoo machine, built from spare contraband parts acquired through trade from other inmates. The needles and ink came through the same sources Cash used to get the drugs and cigarettes inside for the Disciples. Jaye didn’t know what those were yet, or how Cash got things inside, but he knew he did. Cash controlled the flow of all goods and services for the Disciples.

Cash had some liner needles, as well as flats for shading, but only had blue or black ink. His set-up was not nearly as professional or sanitary as the tattoo shop where Jaye had his blue jay and tribal piece done. At the same time, it was a lot better than he’d expected.

The tattoo machine, needles, and inks were usually stashed inside the plate of the electrical outlet box in the cell’s corner, on the same wall as the bunks. The box was out of the way, and you had to crouch down behind the bunks to see it, so it didn’t usually get scrutinized during random searches, and the drug sniffing dogs Jaye had seen them use to find contraband didn’t pick up on it either.

“On your list of priorities, how high is staying pretty?” Cash countered.

Jaye grunted in reply. Cash had a point. If the teardrop tattoo turned into a scar, maybe that wasn’t a bad thing either. It was a given Jaye could go to sick call and request to be seen by the medical staff if infection set in. Plus, it wasn’t like he could hide an infection if one set in right next to his eye. Everyone would see it.

“I won’t lose my value if my face gets fucked up?”

Cash laughed softly, eyes downcast as he focused on his work. He tested the machine and seemed satisfied after it began to buzz softly for a moment. The machine was Frankensteined together with tape and rubber bands, which didn’t exactly set Jaye’s mind at ease either.

“Sit your ass down.” Cash pointed to the spot next to him on the top bunk, where the angle would hide them from view a little more than on Jaye’s lower bunk.

Once Jaye was settled, faced forward with his legs hanging off the side of the bed and leaned back against the wall, Cash dipped the needles in the blue ink and said, “Johnny, if you meet a guy in here who’s only interested in the smoothness and quality of your skin, you run the fuck the other way, you got me? It ain’t exactly your face they’re interested in. You know that.”

Jaye surrendered a little more. He’d always wished he had less of his mother’s prettiness and more of a manlier appearance. Now he had a chance to choose for himself what he would look like for the rest of his life. He wanted—no, needed—to own what he’d done to Burt McCurdy.

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