Niccolo
“Hustle Inmate 4279211.”
Such a charming name.
I sigh, letting the guard lead me to the courtyard. I close my eyes.
Nothing like the confidence of closing your eyes in a yard full of deadly prisoners to say, kill me, I'm cocky.
Anyway. Most of these people have never seen me. They may know of Luciano, but they've never seen me.
Some are my contacts, and that's fine. I just wanna make it outta here, that's all. Alive, would be nice.
They gave my hands and legs chained. A bit much, if not necessary. It's fine though. I'm totally fine with this situation.
The best thing to do? After working through the variables during a strip search where I fought not to murder the guard with my fingers, the best thing right now?
Cause trouble. Get to solitary. Then all I have to deal with i
