CHAPTER 5
Alaska tossed his clothes out of the dryer and into his basket before adding the clothes from the washer into the dryer. Setting the timer, Alaska pressed the button and went into his room, folding and placing his things back into his suitcase. Damn, he was tired. The thought of going back to the prison so soon was unsettling, but Alaska also knew how necessary it was. He had hated leaving innocent men behind bars, but he also understood how important it was to keep the guilty exactly where they were. He also didn’t relish the idea of facing so many angry men that he knew he and the others would be forced to endure, since they had been moved from Club-f*****g-Med to the actual prison. Yet, there was no way in hell he was going to allow all those men to live in the lap of luxury,
