Chapter 120 Coban’s POV:

The kiss grew hungrier, the heat sparking off us both in waves… Her fingers curled tight in my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath hitch, and my hand gripped her waist like I was anchoring myself to the only thing in this place that had started to matter…

I’d meant to stop – meant to push her back before this fire got out of hand – but fuck, I didn’t want to stop. Not when she was right here, tasting like salvation against my damn lips. I wanted more… Needed it…

Especially having her on my knee like this, it was beyond teasing me… I groaned as she tugged the strands again, my hand falling down to her ass as I squeezed harshly. This was the best fucking make out session I'd ever had, if only I could push things further… But then came the knock. A sharp, clipped rap against the steel door behind us. Both of us froze… Margot scrambled off my lap like she’d been burned, her braid falling loose against her shoulder as she stumbled up on to her feet. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling in frantic breaths as I watched her – my dick now rock hard and my desire burning through me… She looked guilty as sin, like she’d just been caught stealing, even though the only thing she’d stolen was what I’d given her willingly… I groaned as another knock came, dragging both hands down my face, leaning back against the cold door.

Who the fuck could it be?! The last thing I needed tonight after Sarah nearly bleeding out in her cell was a fucking visitor… Another knock. Louder this time. As my temper shot higher with each time the sound came. I was in no rush to answer them, because she didn’t matter to me at all. “Maybe it’s Leo and Cara?” Margot whispered at me, as I shook my head. “Nah can’t be – he would’ve yelled by now,” I stated, confident in my words. I eventually pushed myself up onto my feet with a reluctant grunt. “Step back,” I told her, as she nodded quick, stepping back toward the far wall like she wasn’t sure what to do with herself, arms wrapping tight across her chest. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, already bracing myself for a guard’s smug face… But this time it wasn’t a guard. Two men stood there. Both in dark suits, pressed neat, clean shaven, polished shoes gleaming against the concrete floor. They didn’t belong in this place. Not with the stench of bleach and sweat engulfing them, not with the clanging steel and the chaos that had just gone down… These men were obviously above all that. Above the others. ‘Important’. “Mr. Santorelli?” one of them greeted, voice calm, like he was reciting lines off a script. My brows drew down, suspicion already prickling its way up my spine. I only gave a short nod. “What is it?” I snapped, tone flat, bored, already unimpressed by their little midnight surprise. “We need to have a chat with you about the incident that happened here tonight,” the man said smoothly, eyes flicking past me into the cell as though he already knew what I was hiding in here. “Follow us, please.” Behind me, Margot shifted, her sharp intake of breath cutting through me. I ground my teeth, every muscle snapping taut. “I didn’t do that to her,” I growled, heat spiking fast. My voice bounced hard off the corridor walls. “Don’t you fucking pin Newman’s shit on me.” The second man lifted a hand, waving me down as though my fury was something he expected. “No, we know it wasn’t you. This isn’t about that.” I narrowed my eyes, cold suspicion digging deep. “Then what the fuck is it about?” The men glanced at each other, their exchange silent but quick. One of them stepped a fraction closer, lowering his voice. “We can’t say much here. Not where the walls have ears.” He winked, as I rolled my eyes at the weak attempt at conversation. I stared, my blood still burning. They weren’t guards. They weren’t here to lock me down for a fight. But if they weren’t here to accuse me, then what the hell was this shit even about? “What the fuck are you two talking about?” I deadpanned, as their faces fell. “Mr. Santorelli,” the first man said, his tone careful, precise. “We’re not your enemy right now. We just want a word. A private one if you’ll give us the time.” Margot’s voice broke behind me, trembling but clear enough to cut through. “Coban?” Her eyes were wide, fear and confusion flashing in them, her body angled like she was ready to come to my side if I asked her to… I tilted my head back at her, giving her the smallest shake of my head. “Stay here, get yourself in to bed, I won’t be long.” My voice was firm and final. She didn’t look too sure, but nodded anyway, as I went to leave… “Oh… and remember to take those other pills!” I nodded towards her, as her brows raised in surprise with my memory amongst everything else. Smirking, I earned a smile from her, before I left the room with the two idiots….

My shirt and skin was still tainted red, too caught up in my kissing session with Margot to take myself to the shower, but I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. The men waited ahead for me to join them. I squared my shoulders, jaw clenched, hating that I had to leave Margot alone in the cell… “This better be worth my time,” I dragged out from behind them, as I took note of one of them reaching up to tug at the collar of his shirt. Nervous? I wonder what about… We walked down corridors I hadn’t seen before, kept tucked away and classified for the prison staff only, and after what felt like forever, they stopped outside one of the doors – punching another keycard through the reader as it buzzed. The door clicked, swinging open, as they motioned for me to step inside and I did… I froze at the sight, a comfortable looking office room with rich leather sofas and high quality decor. “Sit, Mr. Santorelli,” the taller one said smoothly, gesturing to the head of the table like I belonged there. “We won’t keep you long.”