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Ashwood Prison.
I froze. The letter was stamped the same day that I met Enzo. Had he written me, and I only saw the letter now?
Impatient, I tore it open, my eyes falling on the elegant scrawl on white lined paper.
Amara,
Hello again. I wonder what my name will sound like when you call it as you come for me.
-Enzo
I dropped the letter, a bolt of pure need and longing spearing me. No one had ever talked to me like that before, especially not a client. I was flustered and didn’t know what to do with myself as I put the letter in a drawer and slammed it shut.
I looked at the letters again, and I gasped when I saw another one and another. It looked like he had written to me each day since I saw him, only stopping on the day he broke out.
I ripped the second envelope open, glancing up to ensure the door to my office was closed before I looked at the letter.
Amara,
No answer? That’s alright. I’ve got all the time in the world to spend writing to you, baby. How about a poem?
Roses are red
Violets are blue
No matter where you go
I’ll be watching you.
-Enzo
I shook my head at his words, trying to clear my head of filthy thoughts. The first letter was hot, but this one was scary. I threw it in a random drawer before I opened the last one, holding my breath as I read the words.
Amara,
I bet those lips would look beautiful wrapped around my cock. I’m thinking you’re wondering what it looks like, just like I’m wondering what your pussy looks like. Is it wet for me already, baby? Are you touching yourself now thinking of me? You might not know it yet, but you’re mine, Amara, and I don’t share.
Get thatdivorce finalized, or I’ll have to help it along.
-Enzo
I had to remind myself to breathe. Enzo was threatening my husband. Why did I find that thrilling? I shoved the letter into a drawer, slamming it shut as my heart pounded.
My panties were soaked and uncomfortable, but I had to work. I tried my best to forget about those letters as I read through the files on my desk.
Enzo was facing new charges for his escape, and he hadn’t escaped alone. I shuddered at the thought. Were the others dangerous like him, and were they terrorizing the law-abiding citizens?
I tried my best to focus as I scrambled for a defense. Apparently, his sister had been kidnapped, and he broke out the same day. I was unsure whether she had recovered, so I began digging into this mysterious inmate.
I went to the beginning, searching every record of him and that gym teacher he killed.
When I found statements made by his sister, my heart sank.
In her initial statement, she stated that she was sexually assaulted by the gym teacher, who was her coach at the time. She said that Enzo had walkedin on him raping her, and that’s when he snapped. But the police had asked her why she didn’t report the previous assaults and decided that she would say anything to get her brother out of jail.
But then I kept looking. During his first years in adult prisons, he only targeted child molesters and rapists. It fit his profile and explained his rage, and it only worsened. When all the sex offenders were gone, he went for other violent criminals until killing and fighting was all he knew.
The system had failed him, and he was a product of their failures.