~Raife’s POV~

The four walls surrounding me tauting with their silence although in my mind I was any where but here. I knew I wouldn’t be here long but for now I’d have to keep myself busy and figure out a way to keep Spencer quiet, she knew far more than she realized and although I wanted to keep her out of the new family business it didn’t work out that way.

"Davies!"

Blinking a few times I let my eyes focus on the bars in front of me. There stood Michael, one of the only guards on my pay roll. He was short but built very well bench pressing at least three hundred pounds, "What?"

"You have a vistor," Michael unlocked the cell but I didn’t move, "Come on Davies," I loved when he tried to keep up his big security guard act up when he knows very well that I’m in charge even in this hell hole.

Smirking I sat up stretching my limbs, once I’m out the beach is the first place I’m heading to. The wide open space, fresh air and all the waves I can ride, that is freedom. Placing my hands out the bars he cuffed me than he opened the cell up, "Watch your tone," I hissed walking past him causing a very visable shiver to run through his body. I hated to scare people but it kept me safe and in charge so I did what I had to do, especially to keep Bailey safe.

The walk wasn’t long as this place only seemed big, people called and yelled from their cells out to those in other cells. The only way to contact your friends, to keep sane, no privacy but you learned to forget about embarressment. Several men screaming at their bitches about the lewd acts going to be done tonight at shower time and they knew not to call back instead just tremble in their cells at the thoughts running through their minds.

I don’t understand how these men can’t go a few months or whatever without getting jerked off. Touching another man is not acceptable and no matter how horny I get I’ll masterbate or wait for one of my whores to come visit and she’ll get me off, got to love conjugal visits.