Chapter Eight
Stockton State Prison
Tully
Today is the day. It's finally time to meet Juicy boy. I've been watching him from a distance and I can't lie, I don't see how my sweet Peaches has been able to control herself. I'm barely able to control myself. He's one fine Puerto Rican specimen. I especially love the scalp tats. Too bad I can't have a little fun without pissing my Peaches off.
John, the only guard on this block that can be bought, gives me a nod. I tell my guys to pack the bones up so they can keep watch while I have my meeting with the new fish. Walking over to John with a hop in my step, he cuffs my wrist and escorts me to one of the private cells that are usually used for solitary confinement. It's perfect for what I need.
The cuff comes off and John leaves me to get the boy. I note the one pillow and blanket folded on top of the bunk. Unfolding the blanket I spread it out and make the bed at least look decent. It's then that I hear the buzzing of the door opening. John's back with the new fish in tow.
" You're Tully? " He asks with his guard up completely.
As well it should be. I stare at him with zero emotion on my face. It's how I've had to move in here. You show emotion, you show weakness. And I've never had a perceived weakness. Ever.
Nodding I say, " That's me. I'm glad I could finally get an audience with you. I've heard a lot. "
" Yeah, I'm a rat. " He spits out with venom. " So you here to do me or what? "
I didn't expect him to just come out with it, but I don't show my surprise. " No. I'm here not because of Jax, but Jaycee. "
" Don't. " He growls sexily. " Don't bring her into this, okay? Just don't. You do what you want to me, just leave her out of it. "
Grinning I say, " Oh, Juicy baby, I've known Miss. Teller for a while now. We've got a deal, me and her. "
" What? " He asks clearly surprised by my words. " Why didn't she tell me? "
Shrugging I say, " my guess would be that she didn't want you to know ".
He doesn't need to know that the deal was made only three days ago. I want to see how he handles it.
" Thanks for pointing out the obvious. " He mutters while looking at the ground.
Grinning I say, " You're welcome, baby. She says you two are close... " I say thinking about my next words wisely. " She's a bit standoffish when we talk. I'd like to know more about her. That's where you come in. "
" She isn't up for grabs. " He claims while puffing out his chest.
I'm not gonna lie, his anger is sexy as hell. I can see that he'd die for her. I also see how he appeals to her. " Are you sayin' she's your ol' lady? " I ask baiting him.
" We were never allowed and even if we were, she never would let anyone claim her. " He says confirming what I've been told.
It's good to know I'm getting true information on the woman I have staying in my home. " Untamed and unclaimed, huh? Liking her more and more. Go on. "
" I got no incentive to tell you anything, Tully. " He growls. " Don't mistake my compliance for weakness. I really don't care if I die as long as she's okay. "
Ha! I knew it. " So you're in love with her? " I ask already knowing by the look on his face. Ain't that something? " Here. " I tell him before throwing him a vial of H.
He looks at me in question.
" Your incentive, Juicy baby. " I say watching him sit on the bunk and looking at the vial.
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FanfictionStarts S7 Ron Tully/OFC/Juice Ortiz Jaycee has been known to bring the most powerful men in crime to their knees. What happens when she and a certain afro Latino melt the heart of an AB shot caller to his with little effort? Will he be able to carry...