Above him his cellmate Raul snored. He was sleeping. He was always sleeping. But not Carlos, especially not lately. He hadn’t meant to get arrested, or get sent to prison, or join a gang. Even the order those things had happened didn’t make sense - usually you join a gang,...
It was a cavernous space, the ceiling far above our heads, invisible in the darkness cut with interspersed floodlights that shot down on us blinding any attempts to look upward. There were several dozen people milling around, not of any identifiable cultural sub-group. There were blacks, whites, ...
His leather jacket hung to his waist just above jeans which clung tightly to his well rounded ass. He pulled off his gloves and then dug some keys out of his pocket. A moment later the warehouse door groaned as Jase rolled it open with a yank of his strong arms. I ran a ha...
He knew he had no logical choice but to do as Jase said, but he apparently also still felt he should put up some kind of resistance, no matter how ineffectual or pathetic. “How can I know you won’t kill me?” Jase just shook his head slowly. “We trusted you, fuckhead. We al...