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evil, and because a person couldn’t be on their own while inside it was important to form alliances.
    “I think he’s going to try, but I can’t risk my record getting fucked up.” Cain looked over at the guards currently standing the closest to them. “But if I don’t show this bastard up he won’t stop.”
    “I got cha’,” Goon said and walked over to the bikers. Cain kept his focus on the punk staring him down, and then looked over at the group of men Goon spoke with. The leader of that particular group of bikers nodded over to Cain, and sent a couple of his guys over to where some others were playing basketball. Then all hell broke loose as a fight broke out between the bikers and players. That was Cain’s chance and cue to get this done while the guards were occupied. The little bastard across the courtyard realized that, too, then came charging toward Cain. The other bikers moved forward, not to help in the fight, because Cain didn’t want that, but to block the sight so the guards wouldn’t be able to see what was happening.
    The prick, who called himself Boomer, stopped when he was right in front of Cain. “You ready to get your ass handed to you this time?”
    The sound of the fighting on the basketball court sounded like a riot had broken out. Shouting, orders, and curses rang through the air. Cain didn’t respond, just braced his feet apart and waited for Boomer to come forward. They grappled for a few moments, and Cain saw the glint of the shank in Boomer’s hands. He jabbed the sharpened piece of metal toward Cain’s side, but he blocked him, took the asshole to the ground, and was able to get the shank out of his hands. Cain held his hand around Boomer’s throat, but the fucker knocked him in the jaw. Cain tasted blood as his teeth cut into the inside of his cheek, and rage burst through Cain like a wrecking ball destroying a building. He slammed his fist into the other man over and over again, saw the blood come from his mouth and nose, and cover Cain’s knuckles.
    “I’m going to fuck you up when you’re not looking, maybe even go after that pretty little slit that left just earlier today.”
    Cain saw red at Boomer’s words. He knew that just because someone was locked up didn’t mean they couldn’t get things done on the outside. Cain took the shank, and without thinking jabbed it into the side of Boomer. The man grunted, and Cain twisted the metal so the wound wouldn’t close.
    “You don’t fuck with what’s mine. You don’t even talk or think about what is mine,” Cain said in a seething voice.
    “Yo, break it up.” Goon said over his shoulder.
    Cain glanced up and saw the fight over by the basketball court was being broken up. He moved off of Boomer, who still was on the ground, now curled up and bleeding out.
    “Come on, go through the south entrance,” Goon and the other bikers said, and Cain took off, not about to be caught having severely injured an inmate. That would have fucked with his parole, and could have also put more years on his sentence. He followed Goon and a few of the bikers inside, and glanced over his shoulder to see a few guards rushing over to Boomer. The fucker wouldn’t speak, not unless he wanted to be called out as a rat, which would only get him in a lot of shit with everyone in the joint. No matter what group a person was in while locked up, what race or gang, no one snitched anyone out. That was a death sentence.
    Cain headed inside, went right to his cell with his hand shoved in this pocket to hide the blood, and once inside he cleared off his knuckles. He watched the blood run down the drain until the water turned clear, then braced his hands on the small metal basin of the sink and stared at his reflection in the dull plastic mirror on the wall. He’d get out of here early, and do what he needed to do. That was his driving force, and no one would fuck with that.

Chapter Three
     
    Present day
     
    Violet stared at the woman, her