Chapter 14 (Present day)
The prison transport van came to an abrupt halt, catching the prisoner off guard and throwing her forward in the tiny cubicle. She knocked her elbow hard and cursed, "Oi, where did you learn to drive you stupid git! We aren't bleedin' cattle you know." She banged her fist hard against the metal partition to make sure she was heard. "Stand clear from the door please," came the muffled reply as she heard the key turn. "About time innit. You lot sure know how to take the roundabout route," Michelle Dockley said as she climbed down from the van straightening her skirt. She looked up at the familiar building in front of her as a sinister smile curled the corners of her mouth. The sight of that smile of hers made the hair on the back of Aaron's neck stand on end. This woman gave him the creeps and he'd only known her for a few seconds.
"This way please miss," he said, trying to catch her attention by guiding her gently by her elbow. She pulled away violently, "Who the bloody hell gave you permission to touch me." "Sir," she added after a short pause. Her eyes turned on him for the first time, he could feel them travelling over his body. "Well, well. Larkhall has certainly had an upgrade in the prison officers department," she took a step towards him and traced her index finger down his tie as she leered at him, "I seem to have changed my mind, you can put your hands on me any time you like, sir." Aaron grabbed her wrist just as her hand grazed his belt buckle. "That is more than enough from you Miss Dockley, now if you wouldn't mind," he gestured toward the door, "let's get you settled in shall we?" "Oh please sir, lets," she smiled her lascivious smile and turned on her heels, wiggling her bottom at Aaron as she walked. No wonder the number one had warned him about her, this one was trouble and it gave him an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Shell Dockley was up and dressed by the time the screws came a knocking. She'd applied her makeup with great care that morning and chosen her best outfit. Today was the day that she'd be back on her old stomping ground and she was sure as hell going to be queen bee again, right from the get go. She wondered if there would be any familiar faces out there. She'd heard that that old tart Atkins had shrivelled up and died under the prison trying to escape. Served her right that stupid bitch. She'd also heard about Fenner, no loss there, especially now that there was such tasty fresh meat on the wing. Although after what he did to her she would have loved to have been the one to stick it to him. She smiled as the key turned in the lock and Aaron opened the door. "Morning," she said as she brushed passed him, making sure that he got a good view of her tits as she went by. No man could resist them.
Shell strolled onto the wing as if she'd never left, "You lot are still serving the same crap for breakfast as the day I left." Julie J dropped her serving spoon, eggs and all and took a shaky step back from the serving counter. "Now, now girls, no need for a mess." "Jesus, look what the cat dragged in Ju, are my eyes deceiving me or is that Michelle Dockley standing in front of us?" Julie S said in a small voice. "In the flesh girls. Hear, what in the bleedin' hell are you two still doing in here anyway? You lot should have been out ages ago." Shell said, hands on hips. "Yeah well, just can't seem to shake the place can we Ju. Like bubble gum under your shoe," Said Julie S. "yeah, like bubble gum," said Julie J.
Pat and Alex had been watching the scene play itself out from the front of the line. Pat had been watching the new girl like a hawk. She'd heard of Michelle Dockley from a few of the older cons and screws. Shell had aged well; she was reasonably trim and being in doors for most of her adult life had done wonders for her skin. At thirty eight she could still have passed for ten years younger. Pat decided that now was the time to sus out the situation. "Well don't be rude Julies, introduce us to your friend," she said. "Where are our manners Ju," said Julie S, "Pat, this is Michelle Dockley. Used to be a lifer here on the wing back before she was sent off to the nut… Um, I mean, transferred to another facility." "Yeah, another facility," Chimed Julie J nodding vigorously.
"Pat Kerrigan," she said as she stretched out her hand toward Shell. Shell didn't move an inch as she looked at Pat's outstretched hand. She knew that this was the wing's current top dog in front of her and decided quickly that she needed a little time to find her weak points before making a move. Just as she was about to drop her hand Shell took it. "Nice to meet you Pat," she said with the sweetest little fake smile you've ever seen. Pat didn't buy it for a minute. "This is a mate of mine, Alex Montgomery," she gestured to Alex who nodded in reply, "Why don't you join us for breakfast Shell, and then we can all get to know each other a bit."
Dominic stood behind the gates with Aaron watching the scene unfold. "Well, that went better than I expected," Aaron said as he watched Shell take a seat with Pat and Alex. Dominic turned to look him in the eye, "You don't know her Aaron, that woman is poisonous. If I had any choice in the matter she would have gone anywhere but here, she has too much history here for anyone's good." He looked at the group of woman at the breakfast table again, "Pat can take care of herself, I have no doubt about that, but I'd watch Alex around Shell if I were you, She'll try to win her over, and if she can't she may be in some real danger. Cause if I know Shell she's always got an agenda and my best guess right now is that she's looking to knock Pat off the top spot." Dom turned to leave, "And watch yourself around her Aaron, I saw the way she looked at you this morning, just remind her you're not edible."
Aaron caught Alex's eye, and she smiled at him. She was looking a bit more full of life these days and he wondered if it had anything to do with her new Lawyer he'd seen visiting her earlier in the week. He smiled back at her, holding her gaze for just a moment longer than he normally would have. He liked to see her smile. The exchange did not go unnoticed by Shell, or Pat for that matter. Pat also caught the look of contempt on Shell's face as she watched them. This could be trouble.
She'd only been back for just over an hour and she already had a good idea about how things worked on the wing these days. After spending some time with the Julies today she was sure she would know everything about absolutely everybody in here that there was anything worth knowing about. The one thing the Julies were good at was gossip and that was unlikely to have changed. Silly cows never did know when to keep their gobs shut.