By: Jamie Begley


“Close door one, open door two.” Colton could hear the cold voice over the loudspeaker as he watched the doors open in order, knowing it was leading to his freedom.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, he walked through the metal gate into the parking lot of “The Grange” where several cars were waiting to pick up the newly released prisoners. The maximum-security prison, where he had served his punishment decreed by the court, held hardened criminals. Serving three of his five-year sentence had been hard, but now it was over.

Colton took another deep breath, catching sight of the car waiting for him. King had said he would have someone waiting, however only a sadistic son of a bitch would send the same woman responsible for his incarceration. Tessa stood in her shorts and tank top, leaning against her car. If she didn’t get back in the car, one of the other men being released would be going back in before he truly had his freedom back.

“Get in the car, Tessa, you’re showing enough ass to get yourself in trouble,” Colton ordered.

Tessa made a face before sliding back inside the mustang. Colton opened the car door, ignoring Hank-the-Yank giving him the thumbs up, his greedy eyes still trying to gaze at Tessa through the car windows.

“Why are you here?” Colton asked through gritted teeth while getting into the car.

“Now is that any way to say hello after all this time, Colton? I missed you. When King said you needed a ride, I volunteered.” Tessa’s overly cheerful voice grated on his nerves.

“I don’t need any favors from you.” Colton stared out the window, watching the scenery as it passed by. He wanted out of the tight confines of the car with her cloying perfume filling his senses.

Three years without a woman underneath him had been torture. However Tessa sitting next to him had no effect other than making him want to put down the window. King was smart; he had every intention of luring Colton into working for him. Sending Tessa was his reminder that Colton owed him a favor.

This time King’s manipulations wouldn’t work. Prison had taught him a hard lesson. You had two choices; clean up your shit or keep going down that never-ending road until you were a lifer and died behind those walls.

Colton had learned his lesson. He had no intention of going back.

“You look good. You clean?”

Tessa heard the question in his voice. “I am. Been clean since rehab.” Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “I told you I would get clean and I have.”

Colton nodded his head, not saying anything more. He had given her a chance; it was good to know she had been smart enough to use it.

“I never got the paperwork,” Colton said coldly.

“I thought we would wait and see how we felt after you got out. I don’t want a divorce,” Tessa said softly, looking at him from the corner of her eye.

“I told you to take care of it, you didn’t, so now I’ll take care of it myself,” Colton informed her.

“Colton, give it some time. Let’s—” Tessa started to protest.

“Tessa, our marriage was over when I found out you were selling pussy to feed that habit of yours. You almost destroyed my business and you put me in prison. I think our marriage is pretty much in the shitter.” Colton’s voice left no doubt he hadn’t forgiven her during his time in prison.

“The business is good, Colton. Reverend has been doing the ink. I’ve gotten pretty good at giving tats and piercings. We even pierce cock now.” She took her eyes off the road to grin at him, ignoring his harsh words.

“Yeah? That’s one job I won’t be taking off your hands.” Colton’s eyes returned to gazing out the window.

Tessa laughed. “Now that we have you back, Green Dragon Tats will rake in even more cash. No one has your skill.”

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