The air inside the prison visiting room was heavy. William Williams sat on one side of the plexiglass barrier, dressed in his gray suit and gold cufflinks a contrast to the room’s dull concrete walls.
Across from him sat Oliver Cromwell, Aidan’s stepbrother. Oliver’s face was faded, his handsome features, hardened by the months he’d spent behind bars. But his eyes were still filled with the confidence of a man who had nothing to lose.
“To what do I owe this pleasure” Oliver said while the guards were still removing the chains on his hands and legs.
“I have a proposition for you,” William began, with a sharp stone.
Oliver leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.
His orange jumpsuit hung loosely on his slender frame. “Oh, this should be good,” he sneered. “What could you possibly wa
