Grace was sitting on the cold floor, picking at a meager plate of food alongside Alex, when the iron door whined on its hinges yet again. A guard stood in the threshold, his frame blocking the light from the corridor as his eyes swept over them.
"You two. Drop the plates," the guard ordered, gesturing with a rough jerk of his chin. "The capo wants to see you both in his office right now."
Grace rolled her eyes, a defensive breath escaping her lips as she reluctantly set her plastic tray down. Beside her, Alex let out a low groan, her shoulders dropping in defeat.
"What is it this time?" Alex asked, her voice tight with exhaustion as she wiped her hands on her trousers. "We just got handed this food."
"Don't ask questions," the guard snapped, stepping back into the hallway to leave them
