Chapter 1.

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"Michael

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"Michael.." she whispers with swollen lips.

"Yeah?" I whisper back, my thumb tracing along her bottom lip.

"I'm glad I met you..." she smiles.

"God, I'm glad I met you too.."

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You don't find love. It finds you. It's got a little something to do with destiny, fate and what's written in the stars.

An innocent girl thrown into a men's penitentiary

An intelligent man on a mission to rescue his brother

When two worlds collide..

When two worlds collide

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Chapter 1

I follow the guard up the stairs to the middle tier, ignoring all of the stares and whistles being thrown my way. The officer yells "open on 40!" and turns to face me with a smirk on his face that makes my skin crawl. "Bellick." His name badge reads.
"Here's your new home, pretty." He gently shoves me into the cell and I freeze as I take in the sight infront of me.

A tall man sits on the small metal stool infront of the desk. He has piercing blue eyes and a buzz cut. I spin back around. "Hey-" I start but the gate is already closing. I slowly turn around to face the man again, I give him a quick glance  before looking away and throwing my pillow onto the top bunk, before climbing up myself.

I feel the man's eyes on me as I climb up and sit on top of the bed. "I'm Michael.." he looks up at me with a puzzled look on his face.

I don't reply and instead look out of the gate, I can see men in the cells opposite ours staring my way so I quickly look away and down to my feet swinging off the edge. "What are you doing in here? In the men's wing?" He asks slowly as he stands up and leans against the wall.

I give him a wary look but decide to answer him. "Women's cell was full.. same in every penitentiary in the country." I mutter as I pick at my nails.

I feel his gaze stuck on me but I refuse to look up and meet his eyes. "What's your name?" He asks. I keep my gaze down at my hands and stay quiet.

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