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She’d flopped over to sleep on her stomach at some point in the night, and her pillow is under her head and breasts for support. Her clothes are a mess from earlier, and I chuckle softly. If she doesn’t remember what happened, she’ll have questions about the state of her clothes for sure.

There’s not an alarm in the room, so I get up out of bed and move to grab my bag. I packed super light for my one-night stay in her room, but I made sure to toss in an extra alarm clock in case I decided she was nice.

They’re supposed to provide inmates with alarm clocks, but it looks like they dropped the ball on a lot of things with Silla. Setting the alarm for five-thirty, I quickly change into my own uniform of black pants and a lavender sweater.

Glancing at the girl who is sure to have a shitty day when she finds out what her life is going to be like now, I shoulder my bag and walk out.

A quick trip to the bathroom sorts out my morning routine, but I’m grouchy for some reason. Since Silla was so soft, innocent, and half-asleep, there wasn’t any way for me to cum too. Blowing out a breath, I walk across the building for coffee in the staff lounge.

“Damn, Andrya, I don’t make a point of paying much attention, but you look like you may have a case of blue bean,” Ayden snarks as he drops next to me with his breakfast.

There’s no one near us to listen, so I roll my eyes. “I’m sure you did not have any issues getting that girl to ride your dick, little brother,” I murmur.

“God, did she tell you no? You only remind me I’m the younger twin when you strike out, or things don’t go your way,” he teases me.

I don’t strike out very often, and honestly, I don’t feel like I did this time…

“This girl is different,” I grumble. “Her pussy tastes delicious, but there wasn’t time for her to reciprocate.”

“Why?” he asks, brow raising as he eats a piece of toast.

“She was half asleep?” I tell him, feeling heat rising in my face.

Ayden snorts, shaking his head. “This group of recruits are gonna be fun. Bella fucks like a porn star, but I think she wanted more than a one night banger,” he murmurs.

“Why do you always find the clingy ones in a reform camp?” I giggle.

Ayden loses it with me, and I love how ridiculous we can be together. We may give each other shit, but we never judge.

“Are the twisted twins up to something as usual?” Sidney asks, sliding into a chair at our table. He yawns, making me wonder how he’s worked here as long as we have, and he’s still not used to early mornings.

“We are always up to and in someone,” Ayden jokes, which causes Sidney’s lips to twist in amusement.

“The new people are going to get a rude awakening today,” he says. “Warden always acts as if he’s going to give them a day or two to get used to things, but that’s not really true.

Some of the newer recruits have been here as long as three days, but this is only because he was waiting for the last person to come in.”

Nodding, I take the last sip of my coffee, moaning as the caffeine kicks in.

“Keep your sex noises to yourself, unless you’re teaching a class while you’re sitting on my face,” Sidney rumbles with a lazy grin.

Teaching with him is always fun, and I never know what the day will bring with his fine self. God, I’m needy as hell again as I shift in my seat, taking in his muscles encased in his black shirt, pouty lips that can kiss or curse me out, and well trimmed goatee that is a team player when I use his face as my throne for teaching purposes.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t ya, baby?” Sidney teases, making my eyes snap up to his light green eyes.

“Don’t bug her too much, she’s one step away from dragging you into a dark corner,” Ayden snickers.

Sidney rubs his closely cropped brown hair as he watches me. “Sounds like there’s a story there,” he says with a smirk.

The breakfast alarm goes off for inmates, and he grimaces. “Come tell me all about your smutty adventures while we get ready for this group. I’m too damn old for all of the shit you get up to. Let’s head over there, because I hate it when they beat me to the auditorium.”

Sidney is thirty-three, hardly six years older than us. I just don’t think he enjoys the hunt as much anymore.

Standing, we clean up our trash and dishes before heading to Section B’s newbie instructional auditorium. It’s a smaller room, and there’s twenty-six new people that are being remanded into our care for the next six months before they’ll be reassessed.

After that point, they’re usually no longer our problem. Walking into the empty room, I turn on the lights, telling Sidney and my brother about my time with Silla. I know them so well, it doesn’t feel as if I’m breaking the magic that happened in that time.

But I always knew it would be finite, and not meant to last, and the reason for that is because Sidney, Ayden, and I are here to break these inmates.