I own nothing and all mistakes about Alcatraz are my own

PS – This IS a M story, there will be adult things happen in this story.

The steam of the boiling water, washed up over my exposed chest. Warming my cold skin, the window was open above the stove. Small speckles of rain washed into the small home, putting down the pot of boiled vegetables. I heard the front door click open, my father grumbled as he walked in from work.

"Quinn" he called out, I turned and smiled.

"In the kitchen" I replied, he wandered into the kitchen.

Sitting down at the table, he sighed.

"Long day?" I asked, he grunted.

"Yeah, don't worry about dinner darling, Tommy wanted to take you out to dinner tonight" he said, slumping back into his seat.

I smiled at my father "really?" I asked, my father nodded and took a deep breath.

"That boy fancies you" he said, I blushed and shrugged casually.

"I'm surprised you're letting me go then" I replied.

"Out of all the men who know, I think Tommy is the best choice" my father added, I scoffed lightly.

Serving up my father a quick dinner, I whisked into my bedroom. Putting on a light blue dress with matching flats and a clutch I then quickly pulled my hair up. Red lipstick and cat eyeliner, I felt like a real pin up girl. Like in the pictures my father has.

Taking the finished plate of my father, I washed it up in the basin.

"Tommy is doing a round at block eight, meet him there and I told him to have you home by ten" he said, pushing in his seat and retreating into his bedroom.

I couldn't help the tingle that ran through my body, Ray was in block eight.

"Bye!" I called out as I shut the door behind me.

Walking up to block eight, I received a few happy birthday's from passing guards. Entering the block, I walked along the bottom floor. Glancing around, I caught glimpses of the prisoners stirring in their cells as I walked past. Block eight was normally where the newest members of the rock were situated before being placed into their permanent cells. Reaching the end of the hallway, I spotted Tommy sitting in the guard's office at the end of the hall. Knocking on the door, he stood up abruptly and smiled awkwardly at me.

"You look amazing" he said, I blushed.

"Thank-you, my father told me to come and see you" I said, Tommy laughed.

"The things that man does for us" he said, I frowned slightly.

I laughed; I knew exactly what he meant. My father was determined since I was eleven that my future husband was going to be a guard.

"Where's the earrings I bought, I mean, we brought you?" he asked, I blushed.

My hands flying up to my ears, I'm such an idiot!

"Oops, wait here I'll run home and grab them, the barge can wait for us a few minutes" I said, Tommy smiled and shrugged sitting back down on his seat.

Wheeling it back into his desk, he turned his attention back to his paperwork. Rushing down the hallway, I could hear the grumbles of the prisoners and the clicking of my flats on the cold floor. I was only about a meter away from the door when I heard his voice whisper from the darkness.

"I never picked you as a light blue gal" I heard him say, stopping in my tracks I turned around to the last cell I passed.

Stepping back, I took a deep breath and shrugged. He was sitting on his bed the light cascading a mysterious shadow over his face. I shuddered slightly, stepping closer I was glad I was concealed in darkness I was blushing like crazy.

"You obviously don't know me well enough" I replied, in a whisper.

He chuckled, getting off his bed he moved closer to the cell bars. He was in reaching length now.

"We can change that, if you like" he replied, leaning against the bars.

I took a shaky breath and laughed lightly, I leaned slightly closer. My heart was pounding loudly; I was surprised he couldn't hear it thumping.

"Does the mysterious act work on most girls?" I asked, he smiled slyly and nodded.

I jutted my bottom lip out "and are you hoping it works with me?" he chuckled.

"I already know it has" he replied, pushing away from the bars.

Moving and sitting back down on his bed, he smirked up at me.

"Quinn?" I heard Tommy call out, snapping away from Ray I looked to confused Tommy.

He's worked here two years, since he was eighteen, and he hasn't once seen me talk to the new prisoners. Stepping away I smiled at him, my heart still racing from speaking with Ray.

"Sorry, I lost my footing and tripped and my purse fell into his cell, he was kind enough to return it to me" I lied, my voice shaking.

I heard him chuckle from his cell "None of these men are kind, come on I'll walk you back to your house to get your earrings" he said, guiding me away from Ray.

After dinner, Tommy and I walked back towards home. He' guided me through the sleek rain that was falling over us. Passing me his jacket, I smiled up at him; I felt my heart flutter slightly. I noticed the look in his eyes, he inched closer to me. Stopping only centimetres from my lips, a small smile crossed his face.

"Happy birthday Quinn" he said, before kissing my softly.