The Deadliest Secret (The Deadliest Series) (6 page)

CHAPTER sIX

Curses echoed in the still of the night through the hallways of McNeil Island Penitentiary, Kody was still awake. He craned his neck over his latest drawing of his Gwen obsessing over every small detail.

             
"The lips aren't right." He growled into the darkness.

             
"Then shut up and go the fuck to sleep," his cellmate complained "or I will handle that part for you."

             
Kody's body tensed for his cellmate to attack, willing the low level booster Russel to make the first move towards him or towards the drawing of his beloved psychologist, Gwen. Kody glared in Russel's direction the hatred that flowed between the two men was almost palpable, "Mind your own shit Russ, this is for my woman so go fuck yourself." Kody warned the other man.

             
"Whatever Kody just think about all the men she has those sessions with. She's probably on her knees most the time suckin' them off." Russel taunted

             
"What you mean?" Kody's interest was perked he looked at his cell mate for a moment before his mind forced him to gaze back at the drawing he lovingly labored over for the last two hours, he knew something was off about her lips.

             
"Fuck man, are you seriously that brain dead?" Russel rolled over in his threadbare bed, laid his hands behind his head and tried to think of ways to make Kody mad enough to stop his incessant coloring of the psychologist woman.

             
"What?" Kody said obviously not comprehending still.

             
"She sees men all day long privately, put the pieces together man, she's had more dick than a two dollar hoe. Check the bitch for rug burn next time, she probably got it all up and down her ass" Russel taunted.

             
"She's not like that. She’s a good woman." Kody started to seethe at the thought of anyone touching what was his, he had her before and he vowed to himself that he would have her again.

             
"Fuck she's not, wave a dick in front of any hoe and it will get sucked, you can tell she's a freak just look at her body and that ass man, I'd tear that up then kiss it all better." Russel's taunted further getting more of a reaction out of Kody; Russel licked his lips to keep pushing the right buttons. "I'd get behind her and make the bitch speak in tongues," He gripped an invisible pair of hips and slapped them against his and grunted in a primal way, "just like that, and make her call me daddy afterwards" Russel chuckled when Kody's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

             
Just as Kody's murderous thoughts carried him away and all he could see was red and Russel the night guard tapped one of the bars, Kody only saw him from his peripheral vision, his eyes locked on Russel and refused to let the subject of his hatred go. "Calm it down McQueen, and get to bed, its lights out. Don't make me put you to sleep." The guard finally got Kody’s attention.

             
Kody turned his head and noted whom the guard was; he sat down still locked in glares with Russel, he laid back down and waited for a few moments after the guard finally left to continue his rounds. Russel started to snore, bored of Kody and his games, the sound instantly disgusted Kody, he cracked his neck and laid next to his drawing his mind churned over the conversation he just had with his new room mate. His resolve thickened to the point it almost choked him; he needed to touch her, he had to. Gently Kody started to press his thumb against Gwen's cheek on the drawing, her eyes now boring into his as he moved so she was laying next to him. He kept tracing the picture with his thumb but he refused to touch the lips because of their imperfection and soon he whispered to the drawing. "Your lips are not perfect my love, but I promise you that I will fix that. I just need to see you one more time, I promise."

             
Kody kept tracing his drawing until he finally fell into a restless sleep; the nightmare that Russel described was as vivid as if it were real. He could see his woman doing vulgar things that he had made many prostitutes do for him in his life, no emotion behind it and no true longing just trying to fill the aching void within. Gwen was too good for that, how the hell could she do this, Kody was not going to let this deed go unpunished, she needed to pay for cheating on him.

             
Kody woke up the next day his entire body was jumpy the guards called the prisoners to wake way too early for his tastes.  His nightmares kept him up most of the night, he was unable to tell when he woke up but he assumed it was almost every hour, that same nightmare would restart with a different male's face in the place of Russel's but never his own. He wanted to kill each and every person that touched her, even if it was only in his dream. They did not deserve to feel the soft flesh of her body or the supple folds of her core.

             
In a small act of aggression he strayed in bed to annoy the guards. How he loved the moments when he could annoy the guards, overpaid pussies in his opinion. He dominated men like that on the streets and made them cry for fun. The previous night had taken a toll on Kody and as the week progressed, he felt it; he felt something worse than the withdrawals he was already feeling. He thought of his Gwen seeing all these men, the danger she purposefully put herself in with her line of work, she always had flair to help the most helpless people.  He had to change that; his thoughts became more and more rapid as the guard yelled at him. He regarded the man with distaste it was corrections officer Ford. How he wanted to just beat the tar out of this man, his stare was all wrong, no respect in it. That little bitch had no clue Kody had stabbed people for less, he thought of possibly showing the little mite what he was quite capable of.

             
"Why must you make the day impossible to start McQueen?" the officer asked almost as exasperated as Kody already felt.

             
"Why must you wake me up asshole?" Kody bit back a little too quick.

             
"Because we aren't keeping you here for beauty sleep, I don't control how late you stay up after lights out but when the lights come on your mine again, believe that." The correctional officer met Kody with the same force and the same hatred in his eyes, maybe he could respect this man, but hell he couldn't get past the guy being one of the government bitches to give him any credit as a real man on the street would have.

             
Kody got up and to his feet, the schedule was boring and repetitive enough he didn't have to think as he walked the familiar lines, the cracks in the ceiling barely fazing him, nor did the lonely washed out gray walls. All that was on his mind was Gwen, her perfect form had not changed in the slightest since the day he met her when he was attempting that bullshit college life.

             
His Gwen was still slender, blonde, slightly tanned, and she looked like an angel. She was his angel. Her eyes glowed in a way that made his heart skip a beat. How could she not remember him? Kody's inner turmoil had him wasting his chow time. He refused to eat, he wanted his time with his Gwen this self harming thing would do the trick, the bastards that ran this place kept a close watch on everyone that they would notice if he didn’t have a regular bowel movement let alone a more serious lack of eating.  They would soon be sending him to get his head looked at again. He just knew it.

             
The clock had barely moved. The hands were mocking him with how slow they moved in a minute he felt he had aged years. Finally Ford called for the prisoners to move on from chow. Kody stayed in line, not making waves his body craved to smell Gwen's scent just a couple of hours left till he could see her again, till he could smell her, be in that office with her. He was getting hard just thinking about her, the lithe moves she made. Her walk had always been sexual to him; he couldn't wait to just watch her.

             
A sudden thought struck Kody, what would he be telling her today? When they had left off he had only dropped clues that he knew her, he told her about his favorite woman was she able to connect the dots and how would she want him to take her today? Kody's heart raced as he ghosted through his tasks, planning his words carefully, he didn't want to wait longer for his woman but he knew he had to. His resolve solidified and he went to his cell to work on that drawing of his Gwen until the guard would come and collect him for his therapy session, today would be the day he got his woman back in his life after all of this time apart.

             
Finally Kody heard officer Ford walking towards the cell, was it finally his turn? Ford stopped in front of his cell, Kody stepped back as he was instructed.

             
“Ready to get your head checked boy?” Office Ford asked Kody.

             
“I’m ready to go see the only good pussy around here for miles, if that’s what you meant by getting my head checked.” Kody made a masturbatory gesture with his hand, and to his surprise this got a reaction out of the officer. 

             
Torrian looked as if he was ready to slam Kody’s head against the wall for making the coarse joke. Funny men don’t act like that over women who don’t belong to them, and Kody knew for a fact his Gwen would never belong to that male. Gwen would only ever be his. This male would be a prime example of the pain he could inflict if he tried to touch her.

              Torrian had a strong tolerance for bullshit from the prisoners, but the way this McQueen guy talked about Gwen was just distasteful, if he wasn’t careful there might be an accident involving the stairs soon, very soon.

             
“Inmate shut the fuck up.” Torrian said, his voice clipped short, he was grinding his teeth behind his words.

             
“The good doc has a good mouth on her, I’ll let you know how it feels. I’ve probably felt it before.” Kody said coolly, he knew he was getting to the officer, dropping one subtle clue that he knew Gwen better than any other male could ever imagine.

             
“I said, shut the fuck up McQueen or you won’t be going to see the Doc.”

             
Kody did not want to put his seeing Gwen in jeopardy so he stopped speaking immediately, hating that this oaf could control whether he got to see his lover, surely this would have to become a love/hate relationship between them and he would have to get used to this.  He canned all his nasty comebacks and turned his back to the guard and backed up slowly so he could be cuffed for transport to his beloved.  Thank fuck he wasn’t that far away. Kody would soon see his female.

              Gwen opened her door for the inmate, her past walked through the door. She knew in her heart this was the man she loved in college, and despised since. She knew it, but did he know it? Her head was tumultuous with all the thoughts and painful memories that were clouding her senses.

             
“Doc you good?” Torrian asked concern racked his voice.

             
“Yeah I’m fine Torrian, thank you.” Gwen replied, she was lying but hopefully it was convincing enough for Torrian to leave Kody and let her talk to him.

             
“You sure?” Torrian again was very good at reading people, Gwen smiled and nodded, she wasn’t sure of her voice at the moment and if it cracked like she knew might happen it would be a dead giveaway that she was not okay, she was far from it.

             
“Doc can we talk after work? On the ferry?” The worry still on Torrian’s face Gwen knew it was about work so she nodded once more, Torrian released the handcuffs from the prisoner and shut the door behind him.

             
Gwen eyed the prisoner, her ex, her ex lover, she didn’t know whether to slap him or to wait for him to speak then slap him. She tried to calm herself; Kody was the first one to breach the silence.

              “Uh hello Doc,” for the first time his voice sounded somewhat unsure, as if he knew his presence was painful. “How are you?”

             
“I am well Kody, how are you?” Her voice lifted his spirit like an angel.

             
“Want me to just talk like last time?”

             
Gwen nodded to Kody, he began to detail his father, and his own words stated father was a woman-beating piece of shit.  While he spoke Kody was only truly thinking of Gwen, he continued his evaluation from the other day.  She had gained some weight in all the right areas, but her stomach was flat and perfect the way it had always been. His cock twitched in his pants. Damn he wanted at her right this minute.  He didn’t realize he stopped talking until Gwen cleared her throat.

             
“Kody why don’t we continue talking about your childhood a bit, I need to understand more about you.”

             
“Oh yeah sugar tits.” Kody used his old term hoping his Gwen would know exactly where it came from.