5
Puck was back in his regular cell. Thank f**k. After almost five days with only his mind and a Bible in a six-by-eight-foot solitary cell, he was about to lose his damn mind. Baring his gritted teeth, he shuddered at the memory of the walls closing in on him. Nah, he was pretty sure he had lost his damn mind. Kingdom, his president, and his old lady, Sage, who was Puck’s lawyer, kept a careful eye on him. Or as much as was possible from the outside. They were most likely the reason he was already back in with gen pop. Pregnant or not, Sage worked relentlessly for him and Whistle.
It’d been hell, but it wasn’t like he’d had much of a choice. For a new inmate like him, a fight was inevitable. The only question was when it was going to go down.
Puck had spent most of the mind-numbing hou
