“Hey Blue, can I sit here?” Ryan Trick asked, he was a twenty-four years old man that was put in here for robbery, and he had a few months left to complete his term.

“Of course, sit down Ryan.” Blue offered, the other man grinned and sat down opposite Blue, he put his tray on the table and after a short prayer, he dug into his meal.

They were in the canteen and everyone was having their breakfast and honestly, the food tasted horrible but Blue had to eat because beggars cannot be choosers.

He saw drake in the fifth row along his line, and he was with three other cute guys and his goofy ass was joking and laughing as usual.

Blue blushed darkly, thinking about the kiss, and he scolded himself for thinking about it.

“Hey… are you checking out Drake?” Ryan asked, with a knowing smirk on his face. Blue shook his head in disagreement and blushed.

“No, am not. He isn't hot or anything.”

Ryan laughed at the thirsty look Blue sent the man's way.

“You're so hot for him, admit it.”

“Okay, he's hot but that's it,” Blue admitted, reluctantly.

“I heard Drake stood up for you, is that true?”

“Hmm… what's the deal with everyone being scared of him?”  Blue asked, curiously.

Ryan chuckled, he thought Blue was joking but the eager waiting expression the man gave him made him splutter. His eyes widened in shock.

“Wait, you don't know?” Blue bobbed his head in confirmation.

“Drake is the CEO of DAX Corporation and word on the cell is that he is mixed up with the Phoenix mafia, and he was put in jail for killing five of his business rivals.”

Blue's eyes widened in shock, and he looked back at Drake's seat and this time, the man was staring deadlock at him. He shivered in fear as Drake grinned at him.

It was as if he had heard them and was smiling at how he fooled him.

Blue wondered if this was why he was so confident in taking him out of prison? Had he gotten himself into a trap, unknowingly, and given his life to a very dangerous man?

What the hell had he done and how was he going to rectify it?

“Can you excuse me?” Blue stood up and walked over to Drake's table. He got the attention of all the men immediately.

“Hey, you're Blue. Right?” the red-haired man with a scar on his face asked, grinning. His scar did not make him any less handsome though.

“Yes, can you please excuse us? I have to talk to Drake…” Blue had on a game smile and Drake smiled mischievously, in return.

Blue dragged Drake into the janitor's room and pinned him to the wall and glared at him, angrily. Drake thought he looked so cute, like a kitten trying to hurt his master.

“Who the fuck are you?” Blue demanded, angrily. Drake chuckled.

“Calm down, little kitty. You don't need to do this for me to answer your questions.”  Blue reluctantly, dropped his hand from the man's neck and backed away.

“Tell me exactly who you are… are you in the Mafia, the boss, or do you work for them?”

“Do I owe any explanation to you in the first place?” Drake asked, coldly.

He didn't know why he just recalled the way Blue looked at 'Castel' his red-haired subordinate in the canteen and it infuriated him.

Blue was shocked and speechless at the other man's tone. He had expected him to reply as always, with a beaming smile and nonchalantly.

It hurt him a little, but he ignored those petty feelings and focused on what was at hand.

“It wouldn't bother me so much if I didn't make a deal with you.” Blue retorted, pissed off now.

He was being fueled by his emotions and the hurt he felt when Drake talked to him, coldly.

Drake smiled at the younger man. He hated that expression on his face that was directed towards him, he hates it a lot, he thought.

“If you are afraid am in the mafia… no, I am not. These are just baseless rumors.” he clarified.

Blue's expression eased up and Drake wanted to reach out to him and kiss him, but he tried to control himself.

It has been a long time since he had to struggle with his control.

“Did you kill your business rivals?” Blue asked in a soft voice.

“Yes, I did but things are deeper than shown on the surface.”

Blue wondered what he meant by that. He killed them but there was a reason why he did it… he was so confused, but he had to watch out for himself, first and foremost.

“If you are so powerful, why are you locked up here?”

“I have unfinished business in here,” Drake replied with a smirk and Blue was more confused. He was about to ask but Drake raised his hand, and he halted in his speech.

“That's enough, I have answered your questions and told you more than you should know.”

“B. But…” Blue stammered, he had so many questions to ask.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back.” Blue finished smartly, he smirked and walked out of the janitor's room leaving Drake horny and excited.

McCall giggled silently as he walked to the bathroom, where Liam was waiting for him.

He was another pretty thing that had just arrived at the prison, and he had threatened to kill him if he didn't show up at the stall. What the dumb boy failed to realize was that McCall was planning on killing him.

If he had been allowed to have fun with his pretty roommate, he would have let the new boy stay alive, but he wasn't allowed to touch the pretty thing in his cell, so his hands were itching.

He strolled to the bathroom whistling and when he got in, Liam was standing at the far corner of the room, and he looked scared. His eyes locked with McCall and he stood petrified.

McCall grinned at this sight, this was what he wanted, to see his scarred face… so pretty.

“Please… don't hurt me,” Liam begged. McCall walked up to him, slowly.

“Don't worry Liam, I'll just make sure you remain pretty for the rest of your life.”

He reached out to him and caressed his cheeks, it was so soft and smooth…

“Really?” the dumb bitch asked, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Yes, by then...ugh!” McCall grunted in excruciating pain as a sharp knife was lodged into his stomach. He looked at Liam in shock and backed away, falling to the ground in the process.

“Ahh… I thought I would baff from the smell of your mouth. You should try and brush, man.” Blue said, his stance and expression changing to one of a cunning fox.

“Who the fuck are you?” McCall asked, then hissed due to the pain of the knife lodged in his stomach.

“Aren't you going to keep me pretty for the rest of my life?” Liam taunted and bounced towards McCall. 

McCall groaned in pain and tried to crawl away, but the other man held his leg in a death grip and before he could beg, he pulled out the knife from his stomach in one smooth move.

McCall screamed in pain.

“Please… please, don't hurt me.” he cried, and to his utter horror Liam's face morphed into Castel's, he was the dude who always stuck to Drake.

“Am sorry, you've seen my face and I can't let you live.” McCall tried to protest, but Castel's knife was quicker and sliced through his neck.

Castel watched as the irritating man choked and gurgle on his blood until the life left him.

“So fucking satisfying,” he said, sated, and began the heinous process of getting rid of the body.

Blue had been feeling very nervous since the day he had talked to Drake and to make things worst, McCall had not been showing up in their cell and Blue had not seen a glimpse of him.

He feared that the man was planning something, maybe a way to curry Drake's favor but at the same time he was relieved the dude was not here, and he could sleep without the man, preaching creepy words to his ear every time.

He felt like his head would burst if he remained and so, he was going to confront Drake on his plan to free him, and he would do so during the next gathering.

Blue was lost in his thoughts and didn't notice that the warden had walked up to his cell until the man hit the baton on the iron door and grinned.

“It seems like today is your lucky day, lad. That psycho cellmate of yours is dead and you are being let out.”

Blue's eyes widened in shock at the wardens' words and all he could say was-

“What the fuck?”