My enemy's daughter

H E N R I C O

Just a few more months.

I repeat until I fall asleep, then when I wake up the next day to a guard splashing me with water and snarling a few curse words, I just smile and say I don't know where my saddlemates went.

When the night comes again, I dream about the girl with the green eyes and I imagine doing the most wicked things to her in front of her lying father and fake sister, until these dreams become my obsession and I start dreaming during the day too, creating the most hateful scenes and dialogue, wondering if the sweet youngest Leal has any experience with men and would be capable of giving me pleasure, but also loving the idea of ​​being first.

She will hate me in the end, but she will also learn about herself and doubt her feelings. I will break you to the core, take your body for myself and keep your soul for my delight.

Anyway, my plan starts and ends with her.

I will be your end.

"Hey." Antonio, a guard I don't completely hate and keep on the payroll, calls out to me, pushing a printout from some digital newspaper he likes to post about the Leal family. "You owe me." he says and walks away, yelling at some inmates who have started an argument over who can lift the most weight.

I shove the piece of paper inside my pants and go back to the cell, after making sure I'm alone, I remove the paper from inside my pants and read the small text above the photo. I ignore the editor's fawning over Augusto and focus on the names mentioned, my eyes dropping to memorize the features of my ex-wife's new husband.

The bitter taste of betrayal dulls my taste buds, causing an overwhelming need to play, but I don't. I hold the gaze of the man in the photo and then follow his hand, one arm around his wife's waist and the other around his baby sister.

It seems like a perfect family, but I have a weird feeling about the asshole, especially since his hand is touching what's mine.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes until I push the anger away from the dark room I keep in my head and am back in control of my actions.

Just a few more months.

Days pass, and I wallow in self-pity, seeking refuge in revenge, fights, and exercise.

I finish my set of weightlifting with the equipment improvised by some inmates and rest on the cement bench, closing my eyes to take a deep breath and relax my muscles.

Someone taps my shoulder.

"Hey pretty boy"

I would recognize that voice anywhere by now, it was the first lesson I'd learned since getting here, and even though we never exchanged a word with him, I knew it was worrying to have his attention on me right now.

Shadow isn't known for making friends, no, last time I was warned I was told not to be alone with him in the dark if I didn't want to become his little doll.

" What do you want!?" I growl, hoping the idiot realizes he's a nuisance.

He looks at me with a crooked smile that tells me he's unimpressed.

I roll my eyes.

The guy is six feet tall and covered in tattoos, including a skull on his throat, so of course I didn't intimidate him.

"I just thought you needed to relax." he says with a shrug and I eye him suspiciously.

"I don't like guys." I speak and her smile dies.

"And you're too skinny for my taste, idiot. I'm here to offer you a cigarette, not the gun I keep between my legs."

I almost smile at his shitty comparison, then remember I'm in jail and this guy is a murderer.

"And you are offering me this?"

He snorts.

"I'm a guy like guy, but that doesn't mean I'm hitting on you, pretty boy."

I pinch my eyebrows together.

"Okay, I'm sorry if I was judgmental."

"Yes, you were." he cuts me off and I look at the cigarette between his fingers.

"What does this offer mean then?"

"It's just cigarettes, man. That shit kills, so you don't need to get all emotional."

He holds out the cigarette again and I take it, letting him light it for me.

"This here sucks, maybe death is a better way out." he says, blowing smoke upwards, his gaze lost on a group of faces a few steps away from us.

I shrug, holding the smoke longer than I should.

"What stops you then?"

"My daughter" reveals and surprise overwhelms me, but considering he doesn't seem willing to say any more about it, I swallow my curiosity.

"And you?" he asks after a while.

" Revenge."