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Cammie's POV:

As I got out of the hole again, give or take a week, I simply had to admit, I had been real stupid thinking that there was no way for Spoon to fuck me over with that little gross stunt I had to pull on that Chinese girl. Yeah.. I really should have seen it all coming.

As soon as I had managed to rip off what must have been about three fingernails, I actually lost the count during the process, the same sicko guard, who had until that point surely enjoyed the gruesome show, bounced in and dragged me away.

According to him I had managed to break my own cell's lock, as well as my victim's. Plus apparently I had also managed to magically produce the pincers.

It sounded ridiculous as hell, but there was no way for me to prove that I hadn't.

At first I'd expected the Chinese girl to back me on the true story, but safe to say, my hopes got crushed pretty soon. I'm not sure what they promised to her, but surely it had been enough to make her help them bury me even deeper.

Each and every day that I sat in the darkness I relived the exact same moment. The moment that I realized there was no point in fighting it. The officials, they all believed the well fought through story that the guard was feeding with an award worthy performance. So basically during my isolation I continuously kept on imagining that perfect righteous and proud look on his face, when he said that he'd heard the screaming and right away come running. In his words I had been so caught up with my torture session that I hadn't at first even registered his presence.

Actually, I had acknowledged his presence since the moment he'd pushed me inside there, but that was a part he of course had decided to rewrite.

Now to think of it, secluding the fact that most of his words were lies and all in all it was a total bullshit, it had been the perfect story. Sadly for me, though, I was the only one who understood it for what it was, a story, and not the truth.

Okay, yeah what I did I couldn't deny, but still it had all been an awful set up. However, knowing that there was no way for me to prove that little fact, I simply watched the dices of justice roll till they stopped on the maximum punishment.

Not only did I get to enjoy the lonesome kingdom once again, they also erased the parole option from my future, leaving me to serve the whole five years I got sentenced in the first place. I think Lowen tried to fight it at first, but even she must have understood my hopeless fate rather quickly.

So as I got escorted back to gen-pop, once my days in the dungeon were over, I couldn't even take a breath, before I was more or less forced to appear before Spoon. Well… at least she decided to grant me with the sit-down for which I'd done the whole torture-thing in the first place. How nice of her.

"I heard they picked parole off the table. What happened, sunshine?" Spoon smirked, watching me sit down across from her.

"Really?" I spat out without thinking.

It felt like I had swallowed venom and I just really needed to spit it out, right in her smug face.

She raised an eyebrow and I felt someone behind me shift an inch closer.

Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to piss her off even more than she already by default was.

"Well, I might have been wrong when thinking I could put up a nail salon in this place. Who knows?" I said with an extra calm voice, even as absolutely no emotion inside me managed to stay calm.

"Hmm. I thought you did a good job," she leaned back on her chair. There was a slight shook of the head on her part. If I hadn't been staring at her so intently, I would not have even seen it. I guess my answer was good enough for her to call her bloodhounds off for a minute.

Considering all that, my following words were probably even far worse than the first ones, but I just couldn't control myself that well, "You did? I could work you in for today, if you'd like."

"Don't push it," she said, her voice firm, but the look on her face stayed amused.

I sure as hell didn't intend to push it, I simply couldn't help myself.

"Anyways, the rules are the same, I expect you know now better than to try not to follow them. Am I right? I think you've now learned your first lesson."

"Absolutely," I smiled, although under the surface I dreamt of adding all kinds of curse words along with it.

"Then we're good for the time being," she motioned at me to move along.

Which I gladly did.

There was a high chance that this was another trap, her trying to get my guards down. But there was also a chance that we actually were good, at least until I stayed off of her radar, and lucky from me I had now even more time to excel in that.

…

THREE YEARS LATER

Happy's POV:

"Lowman. Time to go," the guard said.

I didn't smile, or say anything, but inside I was definitely roaring with joy. After those awfully long three years, I was finally going to be a free man once again. Having to go inside was getting worse with each time. Being young, it didn't feel like I was wasting my whole life rotting inside there, but now … it was simply angering as hell.

"Brother," Jax pulled me into a hug as soon as I got out of that shithole.

"It's fucking good to see you all," I said patting on his back. I wanted to say much more, but I knew they understood me even without all those words.

"You sure you still know how to ride? Cause I really don't mind if you jump on behind me," Tig grinned.

"No one should ever ride bitch with you, Tiggy, just saying," Chibs muttered.

"Why not?" Tig whined.

"You know why," Chibs's face was a perfect mixture of disgust and amusement.

"That was one time. I said it was an accident."

Chibs simply shook his head with a silent laugh and got on his bike.

"You ready?" Jax asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Oh yes I am," I awakened the beast, the sweet vibration and the familiar sound running through my whole body. I too was awakened again.

For the first time, since the cuffs clasped shut around my wrists three years ago, I felt alive again.

…

Once we got back to the new clubhouse, it was already getting dark.

As in it was way too late to go see her. At least that was what I tried to tell myself.

It had been three years and even though we'd never even written to each other or anything, I'd thought of her often.

At first I'd been able to more or less communicate with her through Jax, but after she actually started facing five years, instead of three plus parole, she'd stopped coming out when Jax was there to see her. As much as I heard, she only agreed to see Nero… at times.

However either she was going to want to see me, or not, I owed her a visit. Actually it should have been the first thing in my to-do list, but… somehow it was easier said than done.

I sat down with my beer and looked around, there were old faces… as well as new ones. A lot had changed, but not the way that some crow eaters chose to dress.

Without even registering it, I was soon more than slightly aroused. Well… really who could blame me?

Besides, I didn't have an Old Lady, or even if I did have something with Cammie, she was inside… for two more years.

Well, actually I didn't even understand why I felt the need to justify anything to myself.

I stood up and walked to the pool table. Snaking my hand around a young brunette, I slowly, but surely, started inching my fingers down, until they were finally resting on her ass.

She responded with an awful giggle, but I did my best to hide my annoyance.

It didn't even take five minutes, before I had her in a spare bedroom, willingly stripping in front of me.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked in a baby voice.

"Shut up and get on your knees," I growled, for some reason boiling with fury.

With a slightly startled face, she did as I said.

I made her gag on my dick and then suck it dry.

She was willing to do other things as well, no doubt about it, but there was an awful feeling that stopped me from taking it any further. I don't know why, but it just felt wrong.

I left the girl to gather her clothes, as well as what might have been left of her dignity, and stormed out to my bike.

I needed to clear my head, before I started tearing people into bits and pieces.

…

I woke up where I'd stopped to sit on some weird-ass bench. My back ached from lying on it and for the life of me I couldn't remember the moment I'd drifted off.

The sun was already up, but I could tell by the way the air felt slightly cold and amazingly fresh that it was still early.

I guess I had officially run out of reasons to avoid seeing her.

Okay, I did have one tiny reason stopping me from riding there right away. I needed a shower and a change of clothes.

So, after getting a slightly better feeling and a bite to eat, I got back on my bike.

Not that I would have ever admitted it to anyone, but I was actually nervous going to see her. I had no idea what to tell her. Besides, there was also an actual possibility that she was going to give me the Jax-treatment.

Still, I had to give it a shot.

Sitting there, waiting, my thoughts were practically all over the place. For example, I couldn't even tell that I was strumming my fingers against the table, until the women in the next table started glaring at me.

I was about to snap at her, when the door opened up and the inmates started coming in.

I felt a punch go straight through my heart.

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