Chapter 39
Dante Castelli.
Every muscle in my body hums with fury as I storm through the corridors, cursing under my breath.
Who the hell visited Elijah?
No one sets foot in this place without paying a fortune.
I don’t care about the stares. I don’t care who’s in my way.
When I spot Nick, my patience snaps.
My fist flies like a missile, landing squarely on his face, hard enough to knock out a tooth.
He stumbles back, screaming in pain.
“Where the fuck is my boy?!” I roar, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back to force him to look at me.
Nick writhes, breath hitching in panic.
“H–He… he’s in solitary… for fighting with the visitor…”
The grip on his hair loosens just a fraction.
An invisible weight lifts from my shoulders at the confirmation–at least Elijah is alive.
But the rage still roars inside me, wild and untamed.
1 shove the bastard, watching him fall to his knees and spit blood onto the floor.
“Take me to him.” My voice is a decree–cold, final..
Nick scrambles to his feet, fear etched into every step as he rushes down the hallway.
His body still trembles from the punch, but he doesn’t dare hesitate,/I follow without slowing, impatience burning hot beneath my skin.
The walk to solitary feels endless, every second feeding the fury that threatens to boil over.
When we finally reach the rusted door, Nick digs through his pocket, fumbling desperately with the keys. His hands are shaking so badly he nearly drops them, but he recovers and unlocks the cell with a sharp metallic click.
The moment I step inside, my heart twists.
Elijah is curled up in the corner, small and fragile in the vastness of the dark cell. His face is red, eyes swollen–proof of silent hours spent crying.
F**k…
I approach him, rage melting into something I can’t even name.
A suffocating relief. A maddening need to protect him from everything.
When I lift him into my arms, he doesn’t react–he just sighs softly and rests his head in the curve of my neck.
The warmth of his body against mine dissolves the last remnants of tension.
He’s okay.
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He’s safe.
I inhale deeply, breathing in his scent, feeling my entire body finally begin to relax.
I walk out of solitary without looking back, ignoring the curious eyes watching us from the hallway.
Some inmates murmur among themselves, but I don’t care.
The only thing that matters is in my arms, and I’m not letting him go.
Once I reach the black–uniform ward, I enter the cell and slam the bars shut behind me, the sound echoing like a warning,
I draw the curtain, securing the privacy 1 demand.
I walk to the bed and lay him down gently, studying every inch of his exhausted face.
He doesn’t even stir.
He’s completely drained.
What the hell happened?
Who was the bastard that made him cry like that?
I run my fingers through his soft hair, brushing a few strands off his forehead.
I lean down, pressing my forehead to his, eyes closing for a brief moment.
“You scared the shit out of me, Elijah…” My voice comes out low, full of something I can’t even name. “F**k, I thought my heart was going to stop.
I squeeze his hand, feeling his calm breath against my skin.
“But I’m glad you’re safe, my little bunny.”
I pull away, my mind a chaotic mess of thoughts.
None of this makes sense.
I’ve never felt like this.
I’ve never feared losing someone.
Since when does a simple absence unhinge me like this?
my chest, suffocating me, crushing my
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My mind screams for order.
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