The Prison Project (by Bethany Donaghy) novel Chapter 205

Margot’s POV

I could barely keep up with him.

Coban didn’t slow down once.

Not through the corridor.

Not past the guards.

Not even when the elevator doors opened and closed around us.

His grip on my hand was firm – unyielding – as he pulled me along as his shadow, his jaw still tight, his breathing heavy, his entire body humming with the aftermath of what had just happened back there.

And me?

I was still trying to catch up with it all…

Not just physically…

But mentally too!

Because that entire thing had been insane…

The argument.

The slap.

The tension.

The way the entire room had frozen and watched…

The way he hadn’t hesitated either, even with the watching staff…

My heart was still racing, adrenaline buzzing through my veins like electricity, making my hands feel slightly shaky as I stumbled slightly to match his pace.

But I didn’t pull away.

Didn’t ask him to slow down.

Because I knew that right now, he just needed to get out of there just as much as I did until eventually, we reached the cell…

The cell door opened, and the second we stepped inside, It was shut behind us with a heavy click.

Sealing us in.

Away from everyone else.

Away from her.

Away from the chaos.

And just like that, he finally stopped.

Turning toward me so fast I barely had time to react before his arms wrapped around me, pulling me straight into his chest.

Firm.

Protective.

Claiming me as his.

“I shouldn’t have made you stand through that,” he muttered into my hair, his voice still edged with anger but different now wh

Less explosive.

More controlled.

“She’s a nasty little bitch.” He added quickly.

His arms tightened slightly around me, like he was grounding himself through the contact.

Like he needed to feel me there.

Safe with him again.

I exhaled slowly against him, my hands instinctively coming up to rest against his chest.

“I-I’m fine…” I said softly, even though my body was still buzzing.

But I wasn’t scared.

Not of him.

Not of what he’d done.

If anything…

I felt… more protected.

“I don’t think Addison will be though,” I added, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

There was a beat of silence.

Then…

A low snigger rumbled from his chest.

And just like that…

Some of the tension cracked.

I couldn’t help it.

A small smile tugged at my lips, pressing lightly into him as the absurdity of it all settled in.

God…

We were insane.

Completely.

“She deserved worse than that you know,” Coban muttered, pulling back just enough to look down at me now.

His eyes still dark.

Still burning with fury.

“That was just a warm-up.” My smile faltered slightly at hearing that.

“I’ll fucking end her,” he added, like it was nothing.

Like it was a fact…

Not a threat…

Causing my stomach to tighten.

Oke to me.

Because I believed him…

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