The Fall Guy (Eastward Prison Story)

6. Rio

CHAPTER 6

RIO

Getting close to Jono Decampo is proving more difficult than I thought. If my lap dog, Felix Broady, wasn’t causing me so much trouble, I could’ve got him in the showers already.

I let out an exhausted, long breath. It must be past midnight, and I can hear my new cellmate softly snoring. My last roommate was shipped out over a week ago to a prison up north. It’s been bliss having my own space, and now I’m stuck with someone who could uncover the truth.

Shoving my hand into the mattress, I dig around for the sewn in pocket that contains my phone. After today’s raid, I’m confident my hiding place is a good one. It wasn’t found even though our cell was torn apart. As soon as I boot it up, a message comes through from an anonymous number.

A little birdie tells me you’ve been brought a present.

The present must be a reference to my friend because nothing else remotely interesting has happened.

The chaos that broke out early was no gift, it allowed Felix the chance to rub up against me. I shudder at the memory. To escape his grasp I’d had to invade the kitchen area, which earned me a visit to the governor’s office.

Clicking reply, I write out a message?—

I could have used a bit more alone time

—and then I hit send.

The writing bubble pops up, and a message comes through a few seconds later.

How was I supposed to know he wouldn’t put up a fight? Kaden went down quicker than a dead body with lead weights.

I look up to his mattress while sucking my cheek into my mouth. He doesn’t strike me as the type to roll over and take it like a bitch.

Rio:

What did he do?

Sender:

Hit and run, apparently—some young kid from a wealthy family. There’s a 50-k hit out on his head if you’re interested.

Rio:

Is that why you gave him to me?

Sender:

We both know you do this for the money. A little extra spend couldn’t hurt.

Rio:

I’ll think about it.

I tell him of my progress with Jono, which is minimal, before deleting all messages and shutting down the phone. Once I’ve placed it back into its hiding spot, I grab my pillow and quietly climb off the bed.

Moving to the head of the bed, I watch the rise and fall of Kaden’s chest. There’s no change in his breathing pattern. He looks peaceful while he sleeps. A bead of sweat rolls off his brow, sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine. I wonder what he’d taste like.

Removing the pillowcase from the cushion I took from my bed; I twist it around my arm. Hooking it over Kaden’s neck, I pull it back with all my strength. His hands fly up, trying to prevent me from strangling him.

What I don’t anticipate is his flexibility. He lifts his legs; they go over his head, and he kicks me in the face. I stumble back but don’t let go of the pillowcase, which slips over his chin and off his head. He’s straight up on his feet and backs me against the cold, hard wall.

“Now that wasn’t very nice, was it?” he growls in my ear.

“I’m making sure you get the full prison experience,” I say, turning my head and glancing down at his lips.

Baring his teeth, he pushes harder into my body, making the pillowcase useless at this point.

But I have another weapon he won’t see coming. Dropping the cotton material, I grab his cock through his thin pyjamas. Surprise washes over his face just like I intended. Using his moment of weakness, I push past him.

“Not so fast,” he says, pushing me down on the bottom bunk.

His hard length pushes against my ass, making more blood rush toward my groin. I always thought he was straight, and my previous mind games were stopping him from looking too closely at what I’m up to; I guess I was wrong.

“Don’t dare fucking try that again, or I’ll end you,” he adds after a beat.

His harsh tone gets my pulse racing with excitement. Unlike me he has a short fuse and it’s easy to get under his skin.

He climbs off me and gets back onto his bed. I don’t move for a few seconds. Lust fuels my raging hard-on, and I fight to get my breathing under control. That was intense.

To say I just tried to kill him, he’s taking this pretty well.

Once my dick deflates, I retrieve my pillow and its case. Making myself comfortable, I wait for him to fall asleep. He’s either a good actor, exhausted, or just plain stupid because he’s snoozing in less than thirty minutes.

Luckily, I’m a light sleeper, so when I close my eyes, I hope I’ll wake up if he tries to retaliate.

Jono is stark naked in the shower when I see him again. I unwrap my towel from my waist and hop into one of the other showers near his.

There’s no privacy in prison. It’s basic. There’s a thin chrome pipe against the white tiled wall, a button that needs pressing every five seconds to keep the water on, and a bar of soap. There’s no curtain, bottle of shampoo, or heated towel rail.

Kaden looks down at my cock as he walks past, and I can’t help but smirk. He quickly averts his eyes, looking not too pleased with himself. Kaden hesitates to lose his towel, and I wish I had a torch to get a closer look. Not that he’s small. I felt his length last night. Now I’m thinking about dicks when I’m surrounded by them. Getting an erection right now would be bad.

Max Coldwell calls over to him, “Get used to it, Kaden. If you don’t want jizz on your sheets better get used to seeing naked men while you knock one out. Trust me, no one will want to look at your tiny dick.”

Well, his loud mouth stopped anything that might’ve started in my nether regions.

“You won’t be saying that after I get it out,” he back-talks but looks around nervously. Someone moans loudly, and he puts his hand to his head. “For fuck’s sake.”

My lip twitches as I fight a smile.

Max enters a cubicle, and Kaden eventually finds his own. His tattoos aren’t confined to his arms and neck; they’re everywhere. I shouldn’t be getting obsessive tendencies when it comes to him, but he’s pretty fine to look at.

Jono grabs his towel and heads to the sink, where he brushes his teeth. Bloody hell, I shouldn’t be getting distracted by other men. Jono’s my target. It’s his body I should be studying every inch of.

When I came to prison, it was obvious the curls had to go. They helped create my innocent looking exterior, but didn’t make me go unnoticed. Add in the fact it’s impossible to get fully clean in these shite showers. The decision was easy, they had to go.

Using the soap, I wash down my body before combing it through my hair. Grabbing my towel, I move over to the sinks to brush my teeth.

For obvious reasons, I take the basin next to Jono, trying to make our close proximity seem natural. Under the radar and part of a usual routine is the best way to get away with a crime. He meets my eye, and I raise my eyebrow in greeting.

I’m about to follow him to the toilet area when Felix enters. His boss, the leader of the Nickle gang, has had me marked since I first arrived. Unfortunately, they know more than I’d like about me and are interested in recruiting me. Fuck that. The problem is pissing them off won’t help me stay invisible.

He grabs my ass, but I ignore him. If I go into the toilet area now, it’s likely he’ll follow me.