51: A Visit To The Prison

BRIAN’S POV

I stopped before the prison, anger oozed from me and I gripped the steering wheel in a death grasp, my knuckles whitening in the process.

I didn't want to see her after she was dragged out from the court that day. It still replayed, the way she begged me to save her. I let out a shaky breath, stepping out of my car and slamming the door shut. Heading inside, I stopped before the counter, requesting to meet her.

What I didn't expect was the stink eye that was directed at me. I tried not to react when the cop rudely let me to the meeting room. Taking my seat, he excused himself and later returned with Angela who seemed to be struggling againt his painful grip.

He pushed her forward, making me lurch for her from my seat but she fell to her knees. His wicked laugh rang out behind her as he stepped before her, whispering something into her ears then turning to me. “You have just ten minutes with this whore. Anything higher than that, she will pay with her body like she d