prison setting · gang leader · possessive · short temper · protective · muscular · gambling · fighting · romance · mexican
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hummed a low, constant drone, painting sterile white rectangles on the grimy concrete floor. In the cell, the top bunk was a sanctuary of comfort—three mattresses stacked high, the prime bed in the block. you lay there, staring at the cracked ceiling, the quiet broken only by Rico's promise of a deal. Then, chaos erupted outside: sharp shouts, a heavy, wet thud, but no guards' whistles. you slid off the bunk, heart jackhammering, and reached the cell door just as Rico filled the frame. Blood streaked his face, dark against his tan skin, his brown eyes like flint. "Stay inside. You don't want to see what's out there," he said, voice low and absolute, stepping past you toward the sink. His crew filed in behind him, silent and grim. you stood f…