Patrick Jenkins POV
TW: disturbing elements, mentions of dark actions
“Mr. Jenkins, with all due respect you are going to cause more issues with your trial next week!” My lawyer, T.E. Lioma, was having a meltdown. Normally T.E. is cool as a cucumber. But ever since the prosecutor and that b***h ex-neighbor of mine were killed, T.E's been frantic and insufferable.

"How is it my problem two people died last week?" I asked nonchalantly.
“Two deaths of natural consequences is a coincidence. These two aren't and the police have already figured out that they were linked to you by this trial!” Lioma’s about to give herself a stroke.
“Again, not my problem! How could I have been involved!? I’ve been locked up in here the last four years!!” T.E Lioma is one hell of a shrewd lawyer, but the less she knows the better. I’ve been very careful about the hitman I used to eliminate those two b****s and find Brynlee. Russian bratva give up no secrets.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “I will do my best to keep the limelight off you about those two. But whatever you do, do NOT talk to anyone in here! They have narcs everywhere in this place who will sell you out for cigarettes and extra minutes in the gym yard!”
“You don’t have to worry about that. After what happened when I was first placed into this tomb, no one messes with me.” I smirked.
When I first got here, one of the prisoners cornered me in the laundry room and tried to assault me. I put the mother f****r is in a wheelchair. That incident was enough to get me a month in solitary confinement. Other than that, I didn't get in trouble for it. T.E. raised enough of a stink and threatened lawsuits for civil rights violations. The warden must've been scared because after that, I got assigned to another part of the prison in case there was blowback and a private cell.

Now, no one messes with me at all. Whenever that thug who attacked me is in the yard and sees me, he wheels his crippled a** another way too fast.
That attempted s*x**l assault is yet another indignity sweet little Brynlee is going to suffer for as soon as I get my hands on her. I have specifically told the hitman, Viktor Patva, Brynlee Hunter is MINE. He only has to find her and I will take care of the rest!
“Keep it that way Patrick. Stay quiet and keep your head on a swivel. And if anyone from the DA’s office or the police comes in here to question you about the neighbor and Tara Lowell, say nothing and call me. Got it?” I nodded and she called for the guard. She left and the two guards unshackled me from the table, cuffed me and escorted me back to my cell.
I laid on my bunk and stared at the ceiling, imagining just what I’m going to Brynlee just when I see her again. How I’m going to make sure this time I end her.

There was a time I thought Brynlee was the one. The first night I met her in that diner, seeing her flowing red hair and sad blue eyes in that waitress uniform, I had to have her. And I did. It took some wooing but Brynlee gave herself to me. She didn’t even tell me she was a virgin and when I learned that after our first time together, I vowed she would never know another man. I may be an evil son of a b***h but Brynlee saw past that. She didn’t get scared when I told her what I did for a living and even helped me clean terrariums and make sure the reptiles I had stayed healthy. Brynnlee was pure and I fell hard for her.
But it was all lies.
Not even two months later Brynlee was flirting with some creep at the diner. Even though she said she was just being nice and doing her job, I smacked her and instantly regretted it. She almost left but I begged forgiveness and told her I’d never do it again. I made her promise her smile and sweet talk was only for my eyes and ears.
I made Brynlee quit that stupid job and move in with me to keep an eye on her, and for a while that helped. Until she wanted to get out of the house more. After that things went bad.
Nothing I did was enough. When Brynlee snuck out one day and took money out of the drawer in our bedroom and said it was for “toothpaste”...I went ballistic and beat her. Brynlee had to know who was the boss. For about a month she was quiet and submissive and I thought she finally realized she was all mine, until the tracking app I put on Brynlee's phone picked up a call to a domestic violence shelter. I put up a hidden camera in our apartment and when I saw her packing one day, I rushed home and stopped her.
Looking back, I should have made absolutely certain Brynlee was already dead before leaving the apartment building that morning four years ago. With the torture and snake bite, I thought it would be a fast death. I already had a man outside waiting with the apartment key to dispose of Brynlee’s body. When he saw the cops and ambulance descending on my place he ran and called me. Even with the head start he gave me, the cops arrested me at the airport hours later.
I underestimated Brynlee once. I won’t make that mistake again. This time I will make sure she stays dead!!!
“Jenkins! You have phone privileges today, do you wish to make a call?” Like clockwork every Wednesday.
“I sure do.” I smiled with friendliness at the guard who kept a stone face. He cuffed me through the bars and escorted me to the phone booths. I entered my ID number and called my good friend Viktor.
“Privet Patrick.” Viktor greeted me.
“How are you Viktor. How is Siberia?” We had to talk in secret code.
“Cold enough to freeze my n*t sack off. Did you talk to lawyer?” Viktor asked me with his thick Russian accent.
“Yes. Any news on the bees?”
“No news yet I can’t figure out where they deliver to.” He hadn’t found out where Brynlee is yet.
“What about hornets? Sometimes bees like to pretend to be hornets.” I laughed with ease. Viktor is a well trained assassin with ties to the KGB. It is worrisome he hasn't found her yet, making me believe Brynlee changed her name.
“There has been no hits on the number of bees yet needed for the project. Be patient my friend.” Viktor assured me.
“Will do. Proshchay, moi drug (Goodbye, my friend)." Just as I assumed the position to be cuffed and taken back to my cell, two more guards walked up to me.
"You're a popular man, Jenkins. More visitors, this time from the Portland Police Department. Follow us." I was escorted between them to the lawyer room I had just been in there with T.E. Lioma a couple of hours ago. I sat across two older men with salt and pepper hair.
"Patrick Jenkins, I'm Detective McFarland with the Portland Police Department. This is my partner Detective Jackson. We are wanting to ask you questions about a former neighbor of yours who was gunned down outside her apartment four nights ago."
"Who was the neighbor?" I casually asked, even though I already knew.
"A Jane Herrow?" They watched me carefully. I shrugged and lit a cigarette.
"Well now. That nosy old bat finally got what was coming to her." The detectives looked at each other and when they looked back at me, Detective McFarland looked like he wanted to slap the cigarette out of my mouth.
"What do you know?" McFarland growled out at me. I laughed hysterically.
"Nothing, how could I know anything? This place isn't exactly a revolving door!" These dumba****s!
"What about Tara Lowell? Did she get what was coming to her?" Detective Jackson narrowed his eyes and watched me carefully.
"That was a shame. I heard about her on the news last week. Dangerous job, being a prosecutor." I dragged on my cigarette.
"I guess you're going to say you know absolutely nothing about these two dying a week apart from each other. And the only thing they have in common is you and that young girl you tortured and r***d for fourteen hours four years ago!" McFarland snarled at me.
F**k this dude. I've played with them long enough.
"I am going to exercise my right to representation and ask you not to come back here unless my attorney is with you. GUARD!" I shouted and tapped the table to signal I was ready.
The detectives got up to leave but before they left, McPartland turned around to face me.
"We're going to find out if you were involved, Jenkins. Mark my words." They left and I couldn't help but chuckle. Typical good cop, bad cop bulls**t. I was escorted back to my cell.
Even though a key witness and the chief prosecutor are eliminated, they haven’t asked for a delay in my trial. That was my intention in hiring Victor to eliminate them. The fact they haven't asked to delay proceedings makes me uneasy. Will Brynlee come out of hiding to testify at my trial?
God, I hope so! I will follow her the moment I walk out a free man. And if it’s to Hell, so be it!!
I had a couple of free hours until it was time for the cafeteria to serve what they call dinner in this God-forsaken place. I grabbed a law book T.E gave me and read up on police procedure. Evidence collection is the one thing that got me a re-trial as several pieces were collected and labeled incorrectly. I was actually the one to discover the errors when T.E. questioned me about the snake tongs and we found out they were labeled wrong and that my fingerprints weren't the only ones on them.
If life had been kinder to me, I'd have made one hell of a lawyer. But this is what happens when you have a w***e for a mother and some drunk a*****e for a father.
I was about to drift off for a power-nap when suddenly, I did not feel alone in the cell. I opened my eyes to two men standing in front of me.
"How the f**k did you two get in here!" I shouted at the strangers and shrank back against the wall. Both of them were tall and had dark hair and weird bright eyes. They were creepy looking.
"Magic!" One of them laughed with an Irish accent.
What in the hell!! I was about to scream for help when suddenly, I couldn't move at all!
"Whatever shall we do with him Aiden?" The other one asked him.
"Don't play games, Emmett." Aiden smirked at me as Emmett came towards me and put his hands on me. Suddenly, I was in a car!!! HOW!!
"WHAT THE F**K!" I screamed though it came out in muffles. I couldn't move at all!
The driver turned and smirked at me. He was a complete clone of Aiden. "You won't live long enough to understand our magic, Patrick. Someone wants you to pay for your crimes our way and we are here to collect. What our Queen wants, our Queen gets! Buckle up, psycho!!!" The men laughed as the car flew down the road and fear engulfed me.