Free Locked Together (In Chains) by Michelle Abbott Page B

Reece yells out.
    I lunge at him and grab another fistful of his hair, pulling his face towards mine. He’s still rubbing at his eyes. “You’ve got a big mouth Reece. Maybe we should give you another bath and find out how long you can keep that mouth of yours shut.” I drag him back towards the tub.
    “Alright, alright, I won’t say nothing. Let me go,” he screams. I shove him away from me.
    “So,” I ask Dean, “why don’t you want them to know?”
    “It gives me some control,” Dean says, “I think that’s why they’ve put me here in level three.”
    “Screw control,” I tell him. “Speak and let them sell you. It’s better out there than it is in here. You’d be better off in level one.”
    “Maybe,” he replies, “I’ll think about it.”
    I hear the door unlocking so I scoot back over to the press. Savannah and the guard walk in. She’s smiling, so whatever they did I guess she had fun, she must like him. Maybe Reece is right, maybe she does prefer him to me. I can’t blame her; he can give her more than I ever could. I don’t wanna lose her though.
    “Who’s responsible for this mess?” The guard looks from me to Dean and finally to Reece. When he sees Reece’s wet hair he points at him. “Get up.” Reece stands and the guard lifts the fob attached to his belt loop and hits the button. The cuffs around Reece’s wrists slam together. The guard grabs him by the arm. “I’ll be back in a moment. The rest of you get on with your work.” He opens the door and drags Reece out of the laundry.
    Savannah comes over to me; she’s got a frown on her beautiful face. “What happened with his wrists?” she asks. I want to tell her but I want to hold her more, I need to have her close to me. Grabbing her arm I tug her towards me and wrap my arms around her waist, hugging her close to my chest. I dip my head and trail kisses along her neck. She pulls back a little and pecks me on the lips. “Kayden…his wrists?”
    “The cuffs are magnetised,” I tell her. “That remote he’s got, when he points it at you and presses it the cuffs stick to anything metal, usually the other cuff or the collar if your hands are near your face.” I pull her face closer and bend to nibble her earlobe. “But you ain’t wearing any, so you don’t have to worry about it, baby.” I bury my face in her neck, not wanting to look at her when I ask my question. My stomach is churning, I’m afraid to ask her but I have to know. “You guys were gone for a while, what were you doing?” I hold my breath.
    She softly strokes her fingers along my neck and I shiver. “He took me to lunch.”
    I squeeze her tighter. “He gave you a smoke as well didn’t he?”
    “How did you know that?”
    “I can smell it on you, baby.” I swallow hard. “So, did you have fun?” I hear my voice break on the word fun. She never has fun with me, not in this damn place. She’s gonna get fed up with me real fast. Her little fingers pull at the neck of my scrubs and she kisses and nips at my bare shoulder. I rub my cheek against hers.
    “It was okay,” she says. “I was hungry so I’m glad I got to eat and I enjoyed the smoke. He seems kind and I think it might be good to have him on our side.”
    Hmm, on her side yeah, he won’t be on our side. “I’m glad you got to eat, you’ve lost weight. What else did you guys do?”
    She pulls back and cups my cheeks in her palms; I’m forced to meet her eyes.
    “We just talked.”
    I swallow. “What about?” I don’t get to hear her answer because the door opens and the guard comes back in. He scowls at me.
    “Get over here and finish this washing, slave.” He points to the tub of laundry that Reece was in the middle of doing. “Savannah, you do the pressing,” he says, “but if you can’t finish it all, don’t worry about it.”
    I drag my arms away from Savannah and trudge across to the tub. I want to hate him, I’m jealous but I can’t hate him, because he’s