Melancholy by Bella Jewel

Author:Bella Jewel [Jewel, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Jokers Wrath, Biker, Melancholy, Bella Jewe, Precarious
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

2014 – Maddox

I throw my leg over the bike, kicking the stand down and shrugging off my jacket as I stare up at the walls of the prison. Fuckin’ huge, fuckin’ awful. Krypt pulls in close beside me with Tyke. They get off and he hands Tyke the crutches he uses when he doesn’t want to use his chair. A shudder goes through Krypt as he stares at the place he’s more than familiar with.

“Ready?” I ask, reaching into my jeans and pulling out a cigarette. I light it, taking deep drags and letting the burning smoke fill my lungs to calm me, before dropping it. Fuck. Here goes.

“Yeah,” Krypt grunts, shooting me a hostile glare.

He’s furious at me, I already know he is, but there isn’t time to go over it right now. I need him beside me, and he fuckin’ knows it. He can throw a fuckin’ tantrum later, when this shit isn’t so raw.

“Let’s do this.”

We go through intense security just to get in for a visit. We’re scanned, felt, asked basic questions, and sent through metal and drug detectors. We’re not allowed to wear our colors in the prison, so we’re in basic clothes. When security is done, we’re lead through cramped halls and given angry glares as we make our way to the visitors’ room. We’re here to see Kennedy. It’ll be the first time I lay eyes on the man who fucked my girl’s life.

“Second booth,” the guard barks. “Two of you only.”

“I’ll sit here,” Tyke says, nodding at a chair.

I jerk my chin at him, and then turn to Krypt. “Don’t say anythin’ unless you need to, got me?”

He nods. “I fuckin’ know how it works, Maddox.”

“I know that, boy,” I hiss, leaning closer. “But you’re goin’ to fuckin’ humor me anyway.”

He shoots me an angry glare, but doesn’t argue further. We walk to the second booth and sit down. It’s a basic communication center. Bullet-proof glass, ensuring we can’t access the prisoner on the other side. Phones—two on my side, one on his. Nothing more. No pens. No papers. Nothing.

We sit for five minutes before two guards appear holding onto a prisoner. I stare at the man, shocked. Not what I expected. Fuck, not what I expected at all. Aside from his prison outfit, he is the meaning of sophistication. Salt and pepper hair, eyes the color of champagne, a chiseled jaw, and straight posture. In a suit, he’d be the perfect lawyer.

I expected a roughed up, tattooed bastard. Not this. Definitely not this. He sits down, meeting my expression and a slow smirk appears on his lips as he reaches out, lifting the phone. Krypt and I do the same.

“Well well,” he says, his voice a low, professional purr. “I’ve wondered what you’re like. After I heard who you were, it got me curious.”

“Yeah,” I grunt. “Ditto.”

He drums his fingers casually on the bench. “How can I help you, Maddox?”

“You know exactly why I’m here, Kennedy. Don’t play coy with me. I’m not goin’ into details,” I say, flicking my eyes to the guard standing in the corner.

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