The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291: A BACKSTABBER

Third POV

The prison was a gray concrete fortress looming under the sun. Jeff thought it looked almost beautiful if he forgot it was a prison.

Tall, gray, massive buildings with no doors, just walls all the way. He glanced down at his watch. It was just past eleven in the morning, but it was hot as hell.

The October air sizzled. Jeff crouched behind a battered utility van parked near the entrance to the prison, eyes scanning the place. Sweat trickled down his back under the stolen maintenance uniform.

It hadn’t taken much to pose as a maintenance worker for the state prison. He’d bribed the right people, greased some palms, but one wrong move and the plan would fall apart.

He waited for the patrol guards to pass, then slipped toward the side gate. The warden was waiting. He was a nervous, middle-aged man with a gambling debt that made him easy to buy. Jeff approached casually, tipping his head in a nod.

"When are they moving him?"

The warden glanced around, wiping sweat from his brow. "Calm down. It’ll take a few hours. His transport is scheduled for this afternoon."

Jeff’s jaw tightened. "A few hours? I don’t have all day. We have things to do!?

"You’ll have to wait!" the warden hissed. "Or do you want to get us both arrested?"

Jeff didn’t answer. He slipped back into a corner just as another pair of patrol guards rounded the corner. Damn, these people really took their jobs seriously.

He pressed himself against the wall, heart hammering, reaching for the gun in the holster under his jacket, just in case.

He had barely escaped the warehouse shootout that got Devin caught. So naturally, if he was smart, he shouldn’t be here.

And he was smart. He just also needed money, and the payout for this job was six million dollars.

That was the number ringing in his head. Devin had promised it if Jeff could get him out before he was sent off to die.

With that kind of money, Jeff could disappear forever — new name, new country, no more scraping by as a disposable thug for the Wolfe family.

He wasn’t like the others Devin had used and discarded. He was alive, and useful.

As he pressed against the wall, listening to the guards’ footsteps fade, doubt gnawed at his gut. This was suicide if it went wrong.

Breaking into a high-security prison to extract Devin Wolfe? Even with the bribes, it was insane.

But six million... Jeff pulled out his phone, checking the news to distract himself. The top headlines made him snort.

"Billionaire Finnegan Wolfe Celebrates Birthday with New Girlfriend Abigail Kellerman"

"From Tragedy to Romance: How Abigail Kellerman Captured the Heart of the Ice King"

Jeff chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "She really hit the jackpot, didn’t she? From assistant to girlfriend. Lucky bitch. I should’ve been born a woman,"

He scrolled through a few more articles, smirking at the photos of Finnegan and Abigail looking disgustingly happy.

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