Cellblock Heat
“Do not let her touch you ever again.”
“Why not? She’s my…girlfriend. You’re just my sneaky link cellie.”
The rage in Jordan’s eyes is volcanic and terrifying. He takes a step closer, voice dropping to a threat disguised as a promise.
“Try me, Preppy… and I swear I’ll kiss you in front of every guard, every inmate, every pair of judging eyes in this hellhole. Then we'll see who you truly belong to.”
Quincy Laurent—alias, richie rich—had the kind of life people envy. He's got a future paved in gold. One mistake shattered it all. Now he’s Blackbridge’s prettiest, trapped in the same cell with Blackbridge's most chaotic, Jordan Vex.
Jordan is everything Quincy is not. inked, dangerous, magnetic, a walking storm with eyes that see right through the armor Quincy didn’t know he still had. They clash instantly. Quincy hates the chaos Jordan embodies… and hates even more how drawn he is to it.
While the prison changes him, Jordan ruins him. And the desire he believes is a fantasy is tested when he finally learns who Jordan is.
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Chapter: EpilogueQuincyThe engine's cold from how long we've been waiting in the parking lot of Blackbridge.Rafael is draped over the steering wheel like he's mourning a fallen comrade. His forehead thumps softly against it once. And twice…and thrice, for emphasis.He groans, and it takes my sharp senses to pick up his words. “We’ve been here for two hours and…” he checks the clock again, as he calculates with clear precision “fifteen minutes past the assumed release window.” I glance up from my phone, where I haven’t actually been reading anything for the past twenty minutes. “You’re exaggerating.”“I am not,” he says, voice muffled by leather and despair. “On your release day, it didn’t take this long.”I snort. “On my release day, you were eager to see me, so time wasn't a damn factor.”“That was payday, Quincy.”“And that was the release of your second boss. The genial one.”Among all my dad's worker's, I've always seen Rafael as someone I could be cool with. He wants to be strict in regards t
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Chapter: EpilogueJordanBill is the last person I expect to see when the door buzzes.Not a guard. Not a clerk with dead eyes and a checklist. Bill—standing there like he owns the place, suit jacket folded over his arm, sleeves rolled just enough to say I’m official, but I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty.For a second, I think my brain’s fucking with me again.Then he smiles.“Well,” he says. “You ready to stop being state property?”I blink once. Then I scoff. “Didn’t know they let civilians do the honors now.”“They don’t,” Bill replies easily. “I insisted.”Of course he did.I step forward anyway, chains clinking softly as the guard unlocks the cuffs. The sound echoes too loud in the small room, like it’s trying to imprint itself into my skull one last time. Bill watches it all with an expression that’s calm but sharp—like he’s cataloging everything for later.The cuffs come off.Just like that.My wrists feel naked. Wrong. Free in a way that makes my skin prickle.Bill gestures toward the desk.
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Chapter: EpilogueFour months laterJordan.In the absence of you know who, I made adjustment. Yeah, b’cos “amendment” ain't the word.JordanThe yard feels different when it’s your last day in it.Same cracked concrete. Same rusted bleachers baking under the sun. Same chain-link fence humming faintly as the wind passes through it. But today, every sound lands heavier, like my body already knows I’m about to leave it all behind.I sit on the bleachers anyway.One foot planted on the bench below, elbows resting on my knee, hands loosely clasped. My duffel bag is by my feet—everything I own reduced to frayed fabric and folded prison-issued clothes. It’s strange how light it feels. Like I expected more weight. Like I expected leaving to hurt in a different way.Manny drops down beside me with a grunt, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He looks the same as always—unbothered, unhurried, permanently settled. Manny has the posture of a man who knows exactly where he’ll be sleeping for the rest of
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Chapter: Chapter 182: DenizenJordan From a distance, Stacy looks so small. She folded in on herself, knees drawn up. I see a glass of wine dangling loosely from her fingers like she forgot it was there. The ocean laps somewhere beyond the glass railing in a steady motion. Rafael chose to park properly in the garage, then we took a walk to the ocean view suit to clear the alcohol out of our heads. We didn't expect to see Stacy waiting in…whatever that state was. Rafael slows beside me instinctively, already angling toward her. “I’ve got this, man,” I murmur, my hand lifting to stop him. “Go take a rest.” He hesitates, searching my face, then nods once. He didn't go off like I asked him to. He stays back, close enough to intervene if needed, far enough to respect the moment. I walk toward her slowly. The closer I get, the clearer the details become. The dark stain of wine bleeding into the pale fabric of her dress. Her shoulders shook in that restrained way that tells me she’s been crying for a while
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Chapter: Chapter 181: Lost LoveQuincy From a distance, Stacy looks so small. She folded in on herself, knees drawn up. I see a glass of wine dangling loosely from her fingers like she forgot it was there. The ocean laps somewhere beyond the glass railing in a steady motion. Rafael chose to park properly in the garage, then we took a walk to the ocean view suit to clear the alcohol out of our heads. We didn't expect to see Stacy waiting in…whatever that state was. Rafael slows beside me instinctively, already angling toward her. “I’ve got this, man,” I murmur, my hand lifting to stop him. “Go take a rest.” He hesitates, searching my face, then nods once. He didn't go off like I asked him to. He stays back, close enough to intervene if needed, far enough to respect the moment. I walk toward her slowly. The closer I get, the clearer the details become. The dark stain of wine bleeding into the pale fabric of her dress. Her shoulders shook in that restrained way that tells me she’s been crying for a while.
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Chapter: Chapter 180: GroundedQuincyMy sight isn't the first thing that comes back to me. It’s muffled sound warped, like I’m underwater and someone’s yelling from the surface. Voices collide and separate, echoing strangely inside my skull. There’s a pressure on my firm chest and it's rhythmic, and my body reacts before my mind does, a sharp gasp tearing out of me like I’ve been dragged up from a deep water I wasn’t done drowning in.Air burns my lungs.I choke on it.“Idiot, absolute fucking idiot.” a voice snaps with panic and something dangerously close to guilt. “I should’ve never…never agreed to this—”That voice becomes clear, and it doesn't take me a lot to realise it's Rafael's.Even half-dead, my brain recognizes the cadence of his voice. The way he sounds when he’s furious but terrified underneath when he didn’t meet up my Dad's expectations. The way he sounds when he thinks he’s failed at a job he takes personally.Something wet splashes across my mouth before I can brace for it, and my body convulses
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The Wrong Type of Free
Parole is Shaw Carter’s final shot at freedom, and he doesn’t want to lose it. After a felony conviction nearly cost him everything, the path forward is narrow—keep his head down, stay out of trouble, and survive long enough to earn his life back.
It would be an easy task if he wasn’t placed in the mayor’s custody, and is forced to share the same apartment with his son.
Lucas Hale is everything Shaw should avoid. He’s sharp-tongued, infuriatingly composed, and far too comfortable pushing Shaw to his limits. From the very first night, it’s clear Lucas doesn’t want Shaw there. Every word that came out of Lucas' mouth was a provocation.
Shaw tells himself it doesn’t matter. He can endure anything for a few months.
But tension has a way of twisting.
What starts as hostility quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Their fights grow closer and sharper, charged with something neither of them wants to name. Their moral lines blur. Control slips. And suddenly, the one thing Shaw can’t afford becomes the one thing he can’t stay away from.
Because Lucas isn’t just getting under his skin, he’s unraveling him.
But beneath the tension and the touching and everything neither of them will say out loud, Lucas is carrying a secret, one that doesn’t just connect him to Shaw’s past.
It is Shaw’s past.
And when the truth finally surfaces, Shaw will have to decide if the man he’s falling for is his salvation or the reason he never should have been free at all.
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty TwoRefugeLUCAS“No.”Nico blinked. “No, what?”“Whatever you’re thinking.”“I wasn’t thinking about anything.”“That,” I said, “is a fucking lie.”Nine years of knowing this man, his thoughts revolved around two things. Cash and Dicks. Yes, plural. Dicks. Dicks from all races.No shades to any race.His smile widened. Those blue eyes—doe-soft, stupidly pretty—caught the light the way they always did. That was the first thing that had gotten me, years ago. Those eyes. I’d been nineteen and all I wanted to do was shove my dick down his throat and watch those eyes tear up.I was not nineteen anymore.I was also, apparently, not immune, because my dick is bricking up in my pants. It just clocked in my head that I haven't gotten laid in a while. That should be the vivid reason for my annoyance. I rubbed my temple, feeling my traitorous dick throb in my pants. The music from the club floor pulsed faintly through the floorboards—low and rhythmic, like a second heartbeat beneath our feet.
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty OneRefuge LUCAS I drove fast when I was angry. Faster when I couldn’t figure out why. This afternoon was definitely the second one, which was significantly more annoying. The Bugatti tore through London like it had somewhere important to be. I didn’t, technically. But the car didn’t need to know that. The city lights smeared into gold ribbons outside the windows and I kept my foot down and my thoughts exactly where I didn’t want them — back at that garage. Back at Shaw’s face when the woman said triple my premiums like it was the most reasonable thing in the world. Which it was. That was the irritating part. I drummed my fingers against the wheel. I wasn’t the one who got rejected. I wasn’t the parolee. I wasn’t the one rebuilding from scratch with an ankle bracelet and a rap sheet and a roof that didn’t belong to him. None of that was me. I had a Bugatti and a trust fund and a father who despised me and a life that looked excellent from the outside. So why had I left
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Chapter: Chapter TwentyDead EndsSHAW“He’s fit for the job.”For one stupid second, I let myself believe it.Then Mateo’s mother kept talking.“But I’m not hiring somebody on parole.”There it was. That familiar drop in my chest, the one that came every single time hope decided to show up uninvited. I should’ve stopped letting it in. It never stayed long enough to matter.Lucas frowned beside me. “Why?”She looked at him like he was asking an obvious question. With patience and looking slightly tired. She wiped grease from her hands with an old rag and said it plainly.“My insurance company doesn’t care if your friend’s trying to turn his life around. They see felony convictions and they triple my premiums.”Lowering my head, I squeezed my eyes short. This was way past her judging me. This was a fact.I stood there staring at the stained concrete floor while something hot crawled up the back of my neck. Something quieter and uglier than anger.Of course.Insurance. Background checks. Liability. Risk asses
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Chapter: Chapter NineteenFirst ImpressionsSHAWLucas Hale’s Bugatti met my expectations, of course. I sat stiffly in the passenger seat trying very hard not to touch anything unnecessarily because every surface looked expensive enough to sue me personally if I damaged it. The leather seats were smooth black with blue stitching. The dashboard glowed softly beneath tinted glass. Even the air-conditioning smelled expensive somehow.How does air smell expensive?Rich people were terrifying.Meanwhile, Lucas looked completely at home behind the wheel like he was born inside luxury vehicles and personally breastfed by capitalism.“This car should honestly be illegal,” I muttered.Lucas smirked without taking his eyes off the road.“It practically is.”The engine purred beneath us like something alive.No, not purred.It literally growled.The Bugatti felt less like a car and more like a very wealthy predator.Lucas tapped the steering wheel lazily before suddenly accelerating hard.My entire body slammed back aga
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Chapter: Chapter EighteenEqual ClassSHAWLucas stood so abruptly that it startled me.He was sprawled comfortably across the lawn taking unauthorized pictures of my suffering one second ago. And the next, he was on his feet clutching his phone dramatically against his chest like a Victorian woman protecting her virtue.“Absolutely not,” he declared.I blinked up at him from the grass. “What?”“You’re going to ruin this phone too.”I stared at him in disbelief.“You smashed your phone yourself.”Lucas pointed at me immediately. “You caused the circumstances.”“I did not. You slammed me into a wall!”“And yet somehow my screen still suffered most.”“That’s because you launched it across the bathroom like a fucking frisbee!”Lucas narrowed his eyes at me thoughtfully.“You’re unusually argumentative for someone unemployed.”I scoffed loudly and pushed myself upright from the grass. “You’re insane.”“And you’re still jobless. Shut the fuck up and focus.”I hated that he always found my loops to pull on them.Lu
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Chapter: Chapter SeventeenProfessional RecommendationsLUCASI probably should not have helped Shaw Carter rebuild his life.That felt important to acknowledge.There were several reasons for this.First: he was technically an ex-felon with anger issues and prison trauma.Second: I was me.Third—and honestly most importantly—I was originally supposed to hate him properly and consistently.Instead, I was currently sitting shirtless beside him on the Hale family lawn while he held together the torn remains of his résumé like a grieving widow.Life came at you fast.“I might know how to help you,” I said.Immediately, Shaw narrowed his eyes at me like I’d announced plans to sell him illegally on the dark web.Fair.“Why do you look evil when you say helpful things?” he asked suspiciously.“That’s just my face.”“No, it’s not.”“It absolutely is.”He squinted harder.The sunlight caught against his hair annoyingly well today. His green eyes looked brighter outside. Softer too. Prison stripped a lot out of him, but
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