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They call me Velle, but that’s Officer Chevelle to you. Hands dirtier than my mind, I have no qualms with staying ruthless to keep these creatures in line. And I’m not alone.
Joy Jameson is my partner in crime, and my ex. Together we rule Alabaster Isle like Bonnie and Clyde, only prettier and far more dangerous. It’s the two of us against this wicked, secluded world.
“The martyr cannot be dishonored. Every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame; every prison a more illustrious abode.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
This guy is… insane? Ridiculous? Kinda cool? I
I’m John Chevelle, Head Correctional Officer of Alabaster Penitentiary. And simply put, I fucking own this place.
“Lesson number one, Rook. Lower expectations in this place. If you wanna keep those rose-colored glasses on like Elton fucking John, get ready for some disappointment.”
So, then what the hell is going on with these two?? Do they know each other? If so, how?
He looks good leaving… They always do, which is why I’m not supposed to want guys like him anymore. It’s always me standing around alone in the end.
I’m fucking trapped in this. I can’t escape it. I can’t have anything good, and I can’t let go of control. Not ever. I deserve this.
“My mind is running wild. You don’t happen to have a hidden camera set up in here anywhere, do you?”
pauses, breaths tickling as his lips brush my ear. “You’re like a rollercoaster, baby. Scary as fuck, but just the best shot of adrenaline.”
Thing is, even Hell needs someone wicked to guard the damned. And when you’re surrounded by fire and brimstone, you gotta ask yourself… what’s the good without a little evil? Is it The End…
