Prison Chic #1st book of the Chics series (EDITING)

Chapter 52

“Ok, then. I’ll leave you two to it.” Mark said cowardly and spun around, leaving Joanna behind with big Aldo.

Joanna couldn’t help but turn around this time. She saw Aldo there, in his glorious state, only this time he didn’t wear his usual neat suits but closths that resembled hers.

All black and leather.

“Hi Aldo.” She said weakly, but Aldo’s expression didn’t faze. It was impassive and unreadable.

She knew he was still mad at her for her stubborn decision to go with them to the warehouse. But he had to know that this was her war too.

When he didn’t make any move or sound, she was about to turn and leave him there, but then he spoke,

“Would you like a drink… downstairs?” he asked, his voice indifferent but Joanna was able to make out the tiny disparate tone in it.

“Sure!” she said quickly nodding her head. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be alone with him, but this awkwardness had to end at some point.

Aldo gave a little smile before he extended his hand and she moved beside him to the stairs and down to the bar.

It was about time the two of them talked.

Julian tried not to choke as he downed the second cup of soup he was offered. He already had about eight doses from the deathly drug and his body was already accepting it in its system.

Traitorous body, Julian thought. He was still able to stop himself from begging for it, but he wasn’t sure how long this will was going to last.

He was able to almost ask for food and water because he knew that without him he wouldn’t have a well at all. But he didn’t have to beg for it. He was sure Peter White wasn’t planning on starving him to death since he was so disparate to use him for his evil plans.

Julian wasn’t sure why wasn’t he keen on working for white. Before, he would do about anything for the right price, what could be more valuable than his own life.

No, he thought, he has changed since he met her. He wouldn’t sell a program as dangerous as Zelda to a man like Peter White. He only hoped that he would be strong enough to say the same thing when the next dose of drug came. Only thinking about it made his muscles relax.

It was humiliating.

“Hey, what time is it? What day?” he asked the man who was almost leaving the room.

“I don’t have to answer you.”

“Oh come on.” Julian exclaimed.

The man looked at him uncertainly. He fidgeted for a moment before he finally said, “it’s Monday. Twelve thirty.” He muttered quickly and left the room.

“Monday, huh?” Julian said to himself. So he’d been here for almost five days now. Any hope of a rescue, not that he had any hope for it, was gone by now.

He couldn’t help but wonder though, about what Isaac and the other were doing.

No, the truth is, he didn’t give a shit what others were doing right now. But he wondered non-stopping about what Joanna was doing right now. Was she well? Was she sad for him? Was she still angry at him? Did she care at all? Or had she moved on already?

The last thought made something stir inside Julian’s chest, but he silenced it at once.

He had to let her go. She had to go and finds a new life… without him.