The Sheik’s Vow (The Billionaire’s Club #13)

Postlogue

Ethan groaned as he woke up. It wasn’t the near constant noise of the other prisoners that had disturbed his sleep. It was the smell of his cell mate’s morning visit to the toilet. Since Ethan was forced to sleep on the bottom bunk, the toilet was literally one foot from his face. He had to watch the massive, hairy man that the guards call “Timmy”, who was actually well past the three hundred pound point, take a dump in the toilet. The fact that the prison had served rice and beans yesterday for dinner only made the man’s morning “constitutional” even more powerful.

There was no way to get away from it. He’d been sentenced to life without parole and sent to a maximum security prison. He might have been offered parole eventually, if the authorities hadn’t found that body in his freezer.

Timmy was also a “lifer”. Ethan’s mind could only picture every day starting the same way for the rest of his life. Of course, the man’s morning rituals were better than what Timmy preferred doing to Ethan in the evening after lights out. The guards couldn’t see what happened after the lights went out. Or maybe they could see, but they turned a blind eye to the night time activities. Those hellish fifteen minutes were yet another nightmare that he’d learned to survive.

The only thing that kept him going through this daily nightmare was the fury that burned inside of him. Impotent fury and thoughts of how nice his life had been before.