Warning: I apologise if it appears rushed in places. I was being kicked off the computer when I was coming towards the end of it.
Chapter Twenty
Enrique's life had been like an action movie. In the early mornings, he would dart to and from the showers and back to his dorm where Oliver would be waiting, pasty-faced and worried. No more were they days of bright colours and gaudy gestures. Mystery and low profiles were what they kept to now. Everyone was still pining for their blood. It had not calmed down like Johnny had said it would. Things had gotten worse.
"Oh Enrique," Oliver stood up at once almost like a soldier reporting for duty when the blond wondered in. "I'm so glad you're here!"
The Frenchman rushed forward and cuddled him hard, burying his little face into his chest. The colour in his face had long since disappeared replaced with a more droning capacity that made him look like just another face in the crowd. Enrique would try and lift his lover's spirits, but these days he seemed hopeless. He could tell he missed the popularity, the slight fame and the love and like from fellow inmates and to be honest, Enrique missed it too. Maybe not for the same reasons as Oliver, but he missed it nonetheless. Whenever Oliver was happy, he was happy, but what could he do now? Things were hopeless.
"It's okay!" Enrique cuddled the other European closer. "Things will settle soon enough"
He hoped.
"What are you kidding me?"
Johnny slipped into the dorm and burped loudly.
"Don't get his hopes up now, Enrique," The Scotsman added.
Enrique growled at the redhead.
"I thought you said it would," He muttered through gritted teeth.
"I was just being nice, but you might as well give him the full picture now," Came the reply. "Tyson and Max are still separate and Ian's not hesitating to make you lot look the part. I can't see things changing for now"
Enrique let go of his lover.
"Then we'll just have to get them back together,"
Oliver's eyes glistened innocently.
"But we've tried," His voice was feeble. "Tyson won't see reason."
He sat down on the bed and ran a frail hand through his ruffled locks.
Enrique's heart wanted to break at seeing his boyfriend so distraught, but he kept his brave face on. If he didn't, Johnny would see to it that they suffered even more, even though he was supposed to be helping them out.
"Here!" The redhead threw two tuna rolls wrapped in cling-film, at the Italian. "Better eat up. It's all I could get".
Enrique nodded his gratitude and handed one of the rolls to Oliver who smiled back weakly.
"So whatcha gonna do?" Johnny lied back onto the bed, his hands behind his head. "Not like getting Tyson and Max back together will be easy."
"Then we'll just have to resort back to what we're known for," Enrique scratched the back of his neck in thought.
"What? You mean backstabbing everyone?" Johnny chuckled.
Enrique glared.
"No!" He continued. "We just have to get them in the same room as each other."
"And then what? Lock them in?"
"…Not a bad idea,"
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Achoooo!
Max sneezed violently as all prisoners were issued in from the outside. It was raining hard and had been for the past day or so. It hadn't been raining heavily long before Max had caught some sort of cold however and usually, such things never normally happened to him.
The Wing knew him as an optimist – someone who brought joy along with them even when were times were hard. His look-on-the-bright-side attitude was legend, whether others either liked it or not. It would be almost impossible to believe he was a convict as he was far from dangerous, but he supposed that working for an unlicensed firm and delivering unknown goods was his own fault. After all, he should have made sure about them after none of his friends seemed to know about them. They had warned him. Pity he had been too content with the salary to notice just how illegal the whole operation was.
Fighting for his freedom had been harsh also. The police had thrown questions at him, manipulative and cunning, like he was a rat and their under-pressure routines were so great that he'd almost cracked. The Court case came and went. It would have been a success had a contract signed by him on admission to the company not ensured his downfall.
For a long while after being sentenced, the cheerfulness had slipped away. He'd never forgotten the look on both his parents' faces when they realised he was to be locked up. Even when they'd visited, they still looked at him with that same disappointment brewing in their eyes. They'd said they'd support him and Max had been hopeful, but there had always been that doubt in the back of his mind.
Then there had been Tyson.
Tyson - the superstar. Everyone had been harsh, making comments about how he looked up close, but he had let it pass, befriending most of them in the process. He had also befriended him and they had become close one day. Max had seen happiness, but they had become too close. And now, it was too late. It had all fallen apart. The happy days were over and now here he was, drowning his sorrows in the music, which he did so often these days.
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Kevin strutted along the Wing with a large grin on his face. Today was the day. Everything was good to go. He'd found his loyalties with ease in the past few days and everything seemed like it was up to scratch. He would receive his stash today; along with Ian and the rest of them and the goons would be none the wiser thanks to his perfectly constructed plan.
His dorm was situated on the twos, which everyone thought was particularly strange, but Kevin had ways of making himself look other than the sneaky little devil he really was. Not to mention, he had connections all over the place. Nobody seemed to believe this aside from Ian of course, but he was well known on the outside due to the friends he had acquired when he had gotten himself, Rei and Lee into trouble. The leaders had had the connections at first and of course, after a few meetings and greetings, Kevin had been initiated properly into the group. Of course, upon joining a new group came consequences, such consequences that had gotten him locked up. Still he had his advantages.
The door to his room was ahead and looking from left to right, he ensured that any goons and inmates were well about their own business to notice how suspicious he looked. When the coast was clear, he pushed open the door and closed it behind him, an even wider smirk spreading across his face as he sighted the small gift that sat ahead of him, perched on the chest of draws.
It was amazing how something so innocent looking could have escaped through check up. After all, it was only well and too obvious that a teddy bear would be stashing something illegal. The fluffy white child's toy with its dark black beads for eyes and neat stitching for a mouth grinned back at him as if mirroring his victory. The goons were foolish, only seeking to check the back compartment where one might store batteries, or at least that's what they would have done if it had gone through check up. Kevin loved it when he had people under his thumb and even more so when they owed him favours.
Immediately, he reached forward and picked up the toy looking for any unusual stitching and there upon the bottom of each limb it was; a piece of stitching that had been conveniently left out of place for a suspecting drug dealer to unravel and dish out the prizes.
"This was too easy," He grinned, as he pulled on the string and a second compartment effortlessly came to light where all the goodies were stashed.
"Kevin! KEVIN!" Like a sudden bolt of lightly, the dorm room door suddenly burst open and Kevin's heart instantly ascended in his throat before he realised who was calling him.
"Don't scare me like that!" The Chineseman snapped, as his partner was stationed the doorway, panting heavily.
"Kevin! Where are the goods?" Ian's eyes were wide and anxious.
"They're right here!" Kevin showed him the toy. "Now close the door before someone see."
"Kevin, they're coming!" The shorter of the two poked his head out of the door.
He was shaking and it wasn't like Ian to shudder so. "They've moved drug checks up to today."
"That's okay then, they'll never find them" Kevin relaxed ever so slightly.
With the way the drugs had been hidden inside the decoys, it would be almost impossible for them to find.
"You don't understand, Kev. I didn't get mine,"
"What! And the others?"
"Nothing!"
"Shit!"
Kevin continued swearing insults. If Ian hadn't received his and everything was non-existent besides his own, then where did they all go?
"Ian…" He turned around to address the other only to find that his partner was gone and that standing in the doorway of his room was the Wing Governor himself accompanied by a few officers and what looked like a minor swat team.
His violet eyes widened and he snapped the decoy behind his back at an instant. Jurgen's eyes were a picture of victory. He could see right through him, but he just needed proof – the proof that he held behind his back.
"Tear this place apart," Jurgen ordered in which two of the officers stepped into the small abode and began looking through draws and between bed sheets.
Kevin had never felt so uncomfortable and vulnerable in his life. Not even Lee compared to how intimidating his current situation felt.
"Well, well, what do we have here," An officer had not long just lifted Kevin's mattress off his bunk and there lying compact beneath it was the complete stash that they had been expecting.
Kevin looked mortified.
TBC…