Chapter 67: Cellmates

With a shaky breath, Hannah heard the cell close behind her. Seeing her news had gotten out, she met with the chief commander and requested to be transferred to somewhere with tight security.

Hannah's eyes darted around the small cell, which housed five women dressed in yellow jumpsuits. Never had she thought she would be in such a position, but she had no choice.

Diego had killed Henry Maxwell without blinking an eye, meaning hers wouldn't be any different. All her men were down.

The women in the cell stared at her with frowns, except the one who was busy sleeping with her back facing them.

Not watching her step, Hannah kicked a metal plate, creating a loud noise that woke the last woman sleeping.

"Oh, fuck, who the hell is making that noise?" The woman asked, irritated by the noise. Hannah frowned, finding the voice familiar.

"It's the new prisoner, ma'am," one of the other women said.

Ma'am? Does that mean the woman on the bed is someone they respect?

"New?" The woman on the bed gr