"Just do it, no more fucking excuses!" I whisper harshly into the phone as my roommate Danny keeps an eye out for guards.

Carlos sighs. "Yes boss, I will get it done at all costs." He promises as I rub my forehead stressfully.

"By the way, the number for the new supplier, I got it, do you want it now?" Carlo says and I grunt out.

Fucking hell, do I have to do everything myself? "Just fucking give it to me." I snap out, grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil.

Shit, this pencil is fucked, just my god damn luck. Carlos gives me the number and I write it down before the pencil gets too blunt to write with, it's going to have to do, it's barely readable but I don't trust these fuckers on the outside to handle my business with the proper results.

"We got company!" My roommate Danny says as he hints towards the hall.

I hang up on Carlos as I hear a gate opening, immediately hiding my phone behind the loose brick in the wall of my cell. Roll call is now and I was lucky enough to phone Carlo as texting takes too long to get a reply back, and I need my problem fixed yesterday, not today.

What a fucking mess Carlos and Russo put me in.

"PRISONER 348531, show some hands!" A guard calls out as I turn around and put my hands behind my back, walking backward to the bars as the guard puts cuffs on me.

Danny gives me a look and I shake my head.

"What's going on?" I ask the guard and he looks at me with a smirk, meaning the boss wants to see me.

"Warden wants a word with you shithead, what else?" He says, grabbing me and pushing me out into the hall.

What I wouldn't give to beat this fucker to a pulp. He thinks the uniform protects him in here against us, against me, nothing protects him from me in here, I rule this prison, the fact that this newbie guard hasn't gotten that in his head yet is dangerous.

I give the newbie a week before someone stabs him.

I need to text that number as soon as I get back to my cell, I need that shipment passed or it's going to make a lot of friends suddenly question my position as boss around here.

Prison is faithful to no one, you either show what you got or get your ass chewed out for wasting time, I don't waste time. As much as people fear me in here, it doesn't protect me from everyone in here, I have made a lot of enemies to get to where I am in here, there are plenty of guys in here wanting a piece of me.

As we walk down the hall, past the cells, I see prisoners catcall the new guard and it makes me grin when the guard pales, his eyes staring wildly at the men that we pass. He has no clue what he signed up for.

This is a max prison, housing the worst of the worst, you only get in here by taking another line, one way or another, this is the endgame, no one has left here unless you're in a body bag.

"EYY FISH, how about you let me welcome you ey?" A prisoner yells out as others whistle.

"Fishy fishy!" The whole cellblock hollas out as a guard pings open the gate for the guard escorting me.

Fucking idiots, but it's a ritual to scare the fresh meat, we do it with new inmates too. Establishing dominance here will keep you alive, prison is a ruthless, unforgiving, and deadly place.

Especially when you're in this prison, Crowshore Max.

The warden of this place is a real piece of shit, addicted to gambling, girls, and drugs, while on the outside he has a family with children, friends, and family and a fucking dog, a picture-perfect life, no one knowing his true face. Good for my business, not good for me in the long run, sooner rather than later I'm going to have to get rid of him.

The new guard opens the door to the warden's office and the warden is sat behind his table. "Take a seat Silver, this won't take long." Warden John Bishop says, behind his thick-rimmed glasses and shit haircut.

I sit down and click my neck, the workout I did in my cell last night has my muscles all sore and tense. "What's this about?" I ask and Bishop closes the file in front of him, he leans back and looks at me hard.

"What's your quota this month?" He asks me and I snort out, standing up and walking to the window behind his desk, it's raining.

"Quit the bullshit Bishop, what is this really about?" I say, sighing out annoyed.

Bishop opens his draw desk and pulls a file out with my name and prisoner tag on the front. He opens the file and leaves it open as a certain page with a picture inside of someone I once trusted.

"Rocco is being transferred here in a few days, I hope this doesn't cause problems for us, I don't need complications Silver." He says, slamming his fist on top of the desk.

I stare at the photo and notice instantly the ink he has on his neck. "He's not a problem, but we will have one if you bring me here again, don't forget I know where your daughter goes to school, Bishop." I say deadly silent as I stare at him. When he nods I walk over to the door and bang on the glass, alerting the guard that we're done.

Bishop doesn't say anything back as he closes the file and puts it back under his desk in the draw. The new guard escorts me outside the office and past the secretary who I give a wink to, causing her to shift nervously with a blush.

This just makes everything easier for me. Rocco Russi, he was a nobody in the underground scene for as long as I remember, I took him under my wing on the outside, the last I heard from him was just now, it seems like the idiot got mixed up with a gun trafficking gang that imports for Milos 31, a terror cell.

That fucking idiot.

Which begs the unanswered question, why is he being transferred here and not somewhere more blacklisted for information? This stinks of the CIA, my guess is that they found a connection to me through Russo and they're using him as bait to get information out of me.

I need to throw him a welcoming party, I need to make sure he's not working with them, because if he is... let's just say, I am not going back to a black site again without knowing all the facts first, I learned my lesson the hard way not to trust those close to you from a young age.

Making it to my cell the new guard opens my cell and I stand facing backward as he closes the door, walking backward so he unlocks the handcuffs on me. I see Danny laying on the bed with a magazine that looks like it's been passed around the cell block more than a few times.

When I hear the gate open and close, a sign the guard is gone for the next five minutes until they do the rounds, I sit on my bed and sigh out tiredly, I'm getting too old for this shit.

"All good bro?" Danny asks from behind his mag and I grunt out.

Going in my pockets I get the piece of paper out with the number Carlos gave me for my new supplier, I stare at the numbers and they've smudged slightly, this is fucking good, it keeps getting better.

I get up from my bed and kneel down to the loose brick in the wall and reach in for my burner cell. Turning it on I go back to my bed and wait, it's a piece of shit phone but it's all I could get on short notice, especially in this place. Only Danny knows I have it, I don't trust any of my other men to squeal, if they did it would be the last thing they did, but I would be without a phone.

The phone turns on and I begin to type the phone number in and write a text, Danny jumps from the bed and keeps a lookout with a piece of mirror from above the sink. I type in a message and hit send.

It's fucking unlikely that I get a text back due to the current time so I'm just going to have to sit back and wait, I have two weeks to get this shit sorted before my parole hearing, it's a waste of time because I know the outcome, but the route is special, I have guards on payroll and this is the only time I get to collect my shipment.

I could give less of a fuck to getting out, I have nothing on the outside but a price on my head, and everyone knowing who I am, disappearing again and going on the run is easy with the connections I made in my line of work, but what's the point anymore?

I can do everything inside here without any FBI, CIA or any other state intelligence looking to put me in a black hole again for a few months until they realize I'm not saying shit, as much as I enjoy being tickled by them, I rather sit back and relax and do everything in this shithole.

In here they can't touch me.

Turning the phone off and putting it back deep inside the wall, I put the brick back in place, like nothing was ever out of place. I nod to Danny and he jumps back on the top bunk as I sit on the bottom and lay down.

The sound of a guard hitting the cell bars with a flashlight echo through the hall and in the cells, the sound of keys rattling and jingling can be heard as a guard walks down the cell block with a flashlight in hand, nothing is out of the ordinary in Crowshore, never ever changes in this hellhole.

I turn my pillow over, lay back down as I close my eyes, ignoring everything happening around me as yelling and shouting can be heard throughout the prison.

Another day in fucking paradise.