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women prisoners had been forced to endure on a daily and nightly basis. One of the girls in her unit had been a virgin when she came to prison, and was now 18 years old and pregnant by one of the guards. She hated the way the correctional officers used their strength to break the rules and take advantage of the female inmates. She hated it with a passion.
     
    “Teddy. Let’s get her back in her cell, it’s a fight in the 9 unit!” An officer yelled as he ran down the hall. Quickly, he released Milan and whisked her back to her cell. He was thirsty for some action, and breaking up a fight meant that someone had to go to solitary confinement. The ladies in solitary confinement are usually the ones that ended up pregnant, and he was definitely one of the many men contributing to the madness.
     
    “Hurry up!” He hollered at Milan as he fumbled for his key. He wanted her to hurry up and get in her cell so that he could join the action. When she was finally inside, he looked at her and her cell mate and gave them a sinister smile. He briefly imagined a threesome with the two beautiful women, but he would have to think about that later. The officer locked the cell door and took off running.
     
    “What happened Milan!?!” Vicky yelled as she watched the strange body language of the officer and the intense disgust written across Milan’s face.
     
    Milan rarely let her feelings be voiced, but at that moment, she needed someone that would listen to her in her time of distress. She shook her head and sighed. She stared at her cellmate, a woman who was seemingly a naturally naïve individual. She had known from day one that the woman wasn’t a real criminal, and had probably been set up by someone who was obviously craftier. She felt sorry for her situation every day that she woke up and saw her.
     
    Milan knew that she was locked up for some very serious reasons, and they were all deserved. With all of the people that she had killed in her lifetime, she was surprised that she hadn’t been charged with any of them. So with that, she felt as if she shouldn’t have to do so much time for those lesser crimes. She took her boots off and got into her bunk. Her cell mate was pacing back and forth in deep thought, waiting on her to respond.
     

    Milan lay back against the rock solid pillows wrapped in bed sheets. She closed her eyes, took another deep breath, and began.

Treasure
     

     
    Treasure was in love.
     
    But it wasn’t a love like all others; it was a love written in blood and passion. It was a love that existed on the cusp of danger. It was as if 5 had been patterning his life in this way so that when Treasure came along, she would fit right in. It seemed that Treasure had gone through so much drama in her life, so that when 5 came along, all of her suffering would cease. All of her woes would be gone.
     
    Treasure and 5 had done everything together. Almost…
     
    Whenever he mentioned the types of jobs he had to do, she never flinched, judged him, or even voiced her opinions. This made him love her even more. But at the same time, she knew that she had been holding out on him by not letting him know her areas of expertise. She was as much of a killer as he was, but he knew nothing about it. He only thought that her and her crew of girls were on a one-time setup mission, and that was that.
     
    If he had only known that she had escaped from prison, and was one of the most wanted women in the universe, there was no telling what he would say or do in response. She had intended to tell him in the beginning, but it seemed that with each passing hour, she found herself falling deeper and deeper in love with him. The deeper she fell in love, the more she realized that she didn’t want to risk losing his love.
     
    Three months into their relationship, she figured that she would just tell him about The Lipstick Clique and accept his response, no matter what it was. She felt that they were in a place of growth and that