I’m still strapped to the bed. And my hand is throbbing like a bitch.

“First,” I say, trying to sit up and failing. “Are you okay?”

“Second, what the fuck are you doing here?” As far as I can tell, I’m still in the segregation unit that the fuckers put me in after I confessed to killing Bateman. They deemed me to be too dangerous to be with the other residents, so they pumped me full of shit and left me in here to rot.

She cocks her head. “I got Roberts to smuggle me in here after threading to cut his dick off. There are no cameras in here.”

I flash a grin at her. “That’s my girl.”

She lets a ghost of a smile stray over her lips. “You were hallucinating?”

“I thought you were Aurora….come back to haunt me.”

She sighs and gets to her feet. “And who am I now?”

“The one and only, Viola,” I say. She smirks and comes over to where I’m restrained, looking down at me. The bed is still set to the lowest position. “Can you let me out now?”

She nods. “We don’t have much time. Apparently, they check on restrained patients every six hours. We’ve got about an hour left before they come back.”

“How do you know that?” I ask her as she bends down to undo the straps holding my wrists and then my ankles.

“I asked one of the nurses out of curiosity. Paige is super helpful.”

I snort and sit up, noticing the splint made out of a plastic bag on my fingers as I do. The splintering pain brings a grimace to my lips. “I didn’t dream you breaking my fucking fingers then?”

“Nope,” her smile is pure evil.

“Bitch,” I say as I drag her to me with my good hand and kiss her mouth like a man dying of thirst, and she’s the fucking oasis.

“Asshole,” she retorts, moaning lightly as I massage the back of her neck where I hurt her. The noise has my cock springing to fucking life.

“I don’t suppose we have time—”

“No, we fucking don’t. Come on,” she says, tossing what looks to be an orderly uniform at me.”

I stand up and hold it out in front of me. It’s miles too fucking small. “Where the fuck did you get this?”

“Laundry. Just put it on. You’re going to walk out of here,” she says, helping me into the jumpsuit because I’ve only got one hand.

“This is fucking insane,” I say. “It’ll never work.”

“Oh, it will,” she says, pulling me toward the exit just as the fire alarm goes off.

“What the fuck—”

“Jordan,” she mouths.

The door to the segregation unit opens, and the sprinklers turn on. Roberts pokes his head around the door, drenched and pissed off. “Hurry the fuck up, now.”

I follow Viola through the door and straight into pure carnage. The hallways are filled with bodies of people trying to get out of the building. No one looks twice at us. Fuck, we’re going to get out of here.

Everyone filters outside. I’m forced to separate from Viola as the staff stands on one side of the parking lot, the residents on the other.

The last I see of her is a flash of dark brown hair as Robert drags me to the side of the building away from the headcount that’s happening.

“Wait, I lost Viola.”

“She’ll meet you outside,” he rumbles at me.

Tags: Mallory Fox Dark
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