2:46 PM

I check all the cells to make sure the inmates are inside, ignoring their leering and twisted looks.

I stop in front of the last cell”but it’s empty. I frown.

It’s isolated from the others; only one cell faces it.

Don’t tell me I’ve already lost one!

A voice calls out:

"Relax, miss. He didn’t escape."

I turn and see the man in the cell opposite the empty one.

He gives me a warm smile, trying to be reassuring.

He’s around fifty, green eyes, pale skin, straight nose, and full pink lips.

I notice deep wrinkles on his forehead. Despite his age, he’s in good shape.

If I saw him on the street, I’d never suspect he’s a criminal.

But I know better”looks mean nothing.

"My name is Fatih."

"Do you know where the inmate is?"

I’m being rude, but I didn’t come here to make friends.

If word gets out that I lost a prisoner, I’m screwed.

"You can speak informally with me. I’ll tell you if you tell me your name."

I sigh.

"I’m Inara."

"Beautiful name."

I give a small, embarrassed smile.

"He’s in solitary. That’s why he’s not here with the rest of us. It’s been three weeks."

I breathe in relief. I was afraid my cover had already been blown.

"I wasn’t informed."

"Your colleagues were too busy checking you out to tell you about the inmates."

Sadly, he’s right.

"Thanks for letting me know."

"You’re lovely, and you look like a fighter. I felt it was my duty to help when I saw the worry in your eyes."

I give him a sincere smile.

"What did he do to get placed in solitary?"

"He fought one of your colleagues”Anis."

That explains Anis’s visible injuries.

I hope it hurt like hell.

"I see."

"Anis took revenge by putting him in that awful cell."

"I’m not surprised”that guy’s a rat."

He smiles at my comment.

I give him a small nod to thank him and let him know I’m leaving when I hear:

"Alexander is a criminal who enjoys violence far too much for his age," Fatih whispers.

I think he said that to himself, but I heard it and immediately turn to him.

That’s the name I’ve been looking for. I need to confirm it’s the right Alexander.

"Alexander Graves?"

"How do you know that?" Fatih replies, surprised.

It’s him.

Now I know where he is”perfect.

I just need to find a way to get into solitary to get closer to him.

"My colleagues mentioned him. They told me he’s dangerous and that I should stay away from him if I don’t want to get raped."

My ability to lie never ceases to amaze me.

Fatih frowns, visibly irritated.

"Alexander is a good boy who would never force a woman into anything.

If he had heard that bullshit, he would’ve lost it."

I nod and leave the floor.

I’ve finally found Alexander.

Now I just need to figure out how to get to solitary confinement so I can get close to him.

I don’t have a clear plan yet”but I’ll find one.

I have to succeed in this mission.

It’s not just about the money”it’s about proving to the idiots in my gang that even as a woman, I have the strength and the mind to succeed.

I continue doing rounds until my shift ends.

Then I head to the locker room, change, and leave the prison.

PRISON

7:49 AM

I finish buttoning my shirt to start another day in this prison that gives me no sense of security.

My body aches and I have bruises from last night.

Even though I’m undercover, I’m still not exempt from my duties to the gang. Far from it.

I wish I could be free from all that.

My nights always come down to the same crap that filled my childhood.

They’re unavoidable if I want to avoid my father’s wrath.

I also had to come up with a plan to get into the isolation wing. It’s really complicated. I can tell my coworkers are watching me.

They’ll probably find it strange that I want to go into such a dangerous area on just my second day.

But I don’t have a choice. I don’t intend to stay in this prison for long.

Thankfully, I’ll get a nice sum once I complete this mission.

I still hope that one day I’ll have the means to get far away from the gang and my father.

I want to be free and live the life I dream of.

I arrive at the surveillance room where my colleagues are sitting, drinking coffee.

I shake hands with Mathieu, who hasn’t done anything to me”unlike the other two idiots, whom I completely ignore.

Anis can’t keep his mouth shut:

"Nice to see you too."

I ignore his comment while Franck smirks and Mathieu remains neutral.

I sit down in a chair and watch the surveillance footage while thinking about how I can access the isolation wing.

Really, I just need to be discreet since my colleagues don’t leave their seats unless it’s for patrol.

If I can slip away for a few hours, it’ll be perfect.

I decide to gather a bit more intel:

"Why can’t we see what’s happening in the isolation cells on the footage? Aren’t there cameras in there?"

They stare at me with wide eyes like I just brought up a sensitive subject.

It feels like shady things are going on”but that’s not my problem.

"Why do you care?" Anis asks.

"I work here, remember? I’d like to understand how the prison operates."

"Don’t get upset, Inara," says Mathieu, trying to ease the tension.

"I just don’t like people who talk nonsense."

"A real tigress, this one," Franck laughs.

"Alright, guys, go check what the inmates are doing. I’ll stay here with Inara to monitor," Mathieu orders the other two.

Franck gets up, and Anis follows with a scowl:

"Guys like you don’t get to give me orders, got it?"

He glares at Mathieu, who quickly lowers his eyes.

Anis is clearly more physically imposing. His tone is full of disgust and disdain.

Now it’s just me and Mathieu. He lifts his head and gives me a timid, awkward smile.

"Don’t mind their behavior. They’re decent deep down… they just like to act tough."

There’s nothing decent about them.

"You shouldn’t let them talk to you like that. Anis makes shady comments about you."

He tenses.

"Don’t worry about it… it’s between us."

I shrug. It’s not my business.

"To answer your question, there are no cameras in the isolation wing. Some pretty intense stuff goes on in there."

Just as I thought.

"How intense are we talking?"

"Anis and Franck like to beat and humiliate the inmates… That place is their playground to abuse power."

"Seriously? What exactly do they do?"

"Your life would be in danger just for knowing."

I wonder what kind of abuse we’re talking about”there are plenty of ways to hurt or humiliate someone.

They make me want to throw up.

"Is the warden aware of all this?"

"He doesn’t care."

"So, what? Everyone knows but stays quiet out of fear of retaliation?"

"Nobody wants to piss off Franck or Anis."

I just shrug. I need to keep gathering information.

"Who runs the isolation block?"

"Two guards, but you won’t see them often. They rarely come down to our wing because they’re overwhelmed."

"And you? You never go there?"

"You’d have to be insane to go voluntarily. The guys in general population are babies compared to the ones in solitary."

"I’m not scared, don’t worry."

"Why would you even want to go there? Those guys would tear you apart the second you get close."

"Don’t worry about me. I’m not planning anything specific. I just want to understand criminal psychology."

That’s the best excuse I could come up with on the spot”and Mathieu seems to believe me.

He’s nothing like those two brutes. He seems so naïve and innocent.

It’s almost… endearing.

"You’re into psychology? That explains why you came here. I found it strange that a young woman would be assigned to a place like this."

Time to bring Alexander into the conversation.

"One of the inmates mentioned a fight between Anis and… from what I gathered, it was pretty violent."

"He must’ve been talking about Alexander."

Bingo.

"Yeah, that’s the one."

"It took seven of us to break it up. Alexander was uncontrollable. That guy could kill someone with his bare hands. He almost murdered Anis."

"Seriously? He sounds dangerous."

"My advice”stay far away from him if you don’t want any trouble."

Trouble is exactly what I’m here for.

"What happened between them?"

"I don’t know. I guess Anis provoked him, and Alexander isn’t one to back down."

"How long is he in for?"

"A month. He’s got two days left in solitary. He’s been in there for three weeks."

Two more days before I can meet this so-called Alexander. Too long.

"That’s a long time."

"Anis insisted he face the consequences. Alexander couldn’t care less about being in isolation”it’s not his first time."

"I’m guessing he’s a loner."

"He keeps to himself. No one messes with him. He’s highly respected by the other inmates. I find it strange he was only arrested for assault”he’s done and is still doing far worse."

I nod like I care, but honestly, I’m just like him”I’m involved in shady stuff too.

The only difference is that I’m not nearly as influential.

"I kinda want to check out that area. Just to get a feel for it."

He gives me a surprised look.

"You’re insane."

"That’s the perfect word to describe me."

"If it’s for your criminal psychology research, I’ve got your back. Just be quick."

I give him a hard slap on the shoulder with a wide grin.

"You’re a good guy."

He smiles and rubs his shoulder.

"You’re stronger than you look."

I smirk and he points me in the direction of the isolation wing.

I memorize the path and then leave the room.

ISOLATION BLOCK

I show my badge to the other guards, but judging by the way they ogle me, it wasn’t really necessary.

I told them the warden asked me to check on Alexander Graves because his lawyer was requesting an update.

They seem to buy it, and even give me a key to his cell.

I make my way there.

I have no idea how I’m going to approach Alexander, but I’ll figure it out.

There are only a few cells, and most of the inmates are asleep.

I hope this famous Alexander is awake.

He must be about my father’s age”forties, judging by how respected and important he seems.

I’ll just play the role of the naive girl. Maybe he’ll take pity on me.

I stop in front of the cell the guards indicated.

I see a man doing push-ups. From that position, he looks muscular and imposing.

I can’t see his face.

I slide the key into the lock and step inside, quietly closing the door behind me.

I expected him to turn around at the sound”but he doesn’t.

I glance around his cell: bare essentials”a bed, toilet, small round table, and sink.

I clear my throat to signal my presence, though it’s clear he already noticed me.

He keeps doing push-ups for a few minutes, then finally gets up.

He turns his head to me”

I’m stunned.

He looks nothing like what I imagined.

He’s tall, at least 6’5", maybe more.

I feel oddly small beside him.

His skin is deeply tanned, with light brown eyes with long dark lashes, a faint scar beneath one eye,

and a short beard that adds undeniable masculinity.

He shoots me a cold look that makes it clear he doesn’t want me here.

My gaze briefly drops to his sweaty, sculpted chest”still glistening from his workout.

Then I spot a small cross-shaped scar on his bicep.

He exudes insane charisma.

But what really draws my eyes is his hair: shoulder-length, wavy”

it makes you want to run your fingers through it.

He scans me up and down”but not like the others.

His gaze analyzes my every expression, as if trying to read me”

But I’m used to hiding emotions. His little game won’t work on me.

We silently watch each other until he breaks the silence:

"Who are you? And what the hell are you doing in my cell?"

His voice is deep and raspy, probably roughened by cigarettes”

but it only adds to his charm.

My father didn’t warn me that he’d be this attractive.

I cough once to regain composure and force a neutral expression.

"I’m the new guard. The warden asked me to check if you were doing alright."

He raises an eyebrow”clearly not buying it.

It feels weird using formal speech with someone so young.

But I have to maintain my cover.

"Since when does that fat bastard care about anyone but himself?

Why’d he send you and not one of the others?

You need seniority to access solitary."

I ignore the comment about the warden.

He keeps staring. He seems well-informed.

"I don’t need to justify myself to you. If you must know, the others are busy."

He clenches his jaw.

"You don’t look like a guard."

I frown, annoyed by the remark.

"What makes you say that, inmate?"

I really emphasized “inmate” to create distance and assert superiority.

He lets out a short, mocking laugh.

"No one calls me inmate. You don’t look like a guard because I just insulted your boss and you didn’t flinch!"

"I’m not a lawyer."

He laughs again.

"The warden paid you to play guard, come flirt with me and get me to spill my secrets, right?

How insulting. He could’ve sent someone way hotter.

It’s been ages since I’ve seen a woman, and he sends me a tight little virgin?"

My jaw drops, fists clenching on instinct.

I wasn’t expecting that. I feel insulted and degraded.

It’s only been minutes and he’s already formed a strong opinion.

A “tight little virgin”? Who the hell does he think he is?

He wanted “someone better looking”?

He can go throw himself off a cliff and see what he finds down there!

He’s already radiating hatred toward me”and I feel it becoming mutual.

I want to slap him across the face.

He’s probably capable of killing me, and I left my weapon at the entrance.

Officially, I’m just here to check on his well-being.

I can’t cause trouble.

I take a deep breath, though I’m mentally smashing his face into the wall.

"Don’t disrespect me. You don’t know me. I suggest you don’t talk to me like that."

He doesn’t deserve formalities.

"Dropping the 'sir' now, huh? What are you gonna do? Bite me?"

"I’d rather break whatever you’ve got between your legs. Watch it."

He doesn’t take me seriously at all and raises his brows.

"I’d like to see that. If you just wanted to take care of my balls, you could’ve just said so."

This man is unbearable and way too smug.

Gaining his trust is going to be harder than I thought.

"I hope Anis taught you a lesson."

He smirks.

"Do I look like I got beat up by that son of a bitch?"

Of course not.

I sigh and turn to leave. I unlock the door and exit the cell.

As I walk toward the exit of the isolation block, I hear Alexander’s voice behind me:

"Tell that bastard warden it’s insulting to send a whore to manipulate me.

He knows I’m not stupid.

So next time, don’t send me a rookie!"

I bite my lip to keep from yelling at the bastard.

He really thinks the warden sent me to get information?

If only he knew I’m really undercover”but not for the warden.

He called me a "rookie."

I hate that word.

I leave the isolation block and return the key to the guards, face expressionless.

SURVEILLANCE ROOM

7:49 a.m.

I finish buttoning up my shirt, ready to start another day in this prison that doesn’t exactly inspire trust.

I’m sore and bruised all over from last night. Even though I’m undercover, I’m not excused from my duties to the gang. Not in the slightest. I wish more than anything to be free from them.

My nights are filled with the same crap that’s haunted me since I was a kid. It’s inevitable if I want to avoid my father’s wrath.

I also had to spend time coming up with a plan to access the isolation ward. It’s complicated. I can feel my colleagues keeping an eye on me. They’d definitely find it strange if I wandered into such a dangerous area on just my second day.

But I don’t have a choice. I have no intention of staying in this hellhole forever. At least I’ll walk away with a decent chunk of cash when this mission is done.

I still hope that one day I’ll have the means to get far, far away from the gang and my father. I want to be free and live the life I dream of.

I arrive at the surveillance room, where I find Mathieu still sitting in the same place as before.

When our eyes meet, he smiles. I return it. I sit down on one of the chairs and rest my feet on the desk.

He’s the one to start the conversation:

"So, feeling suicidal?"

"Not yet. I’m pissed at that Alexander guy."

"What’d he do? Hit you with one of those savage comebacks he’s famous for?"

"More than one. He implied that the warden hired me to play the role of a sexy guard just to get him to spill his secrets."

Mathieu bursts out laughing while I’m still fuming.

"I hope you’re enjoying yourself because I’m not laughing. I want to smash his fucking head against a wall."

Mathieu tries to regain his composure, still chuckling.

"Don’t forget, officially we may have the power, but in reality, guys like Alexander are the ones who really run things."

"I don’t give a damn. He spoke to me like I was nothing, beneath him. It’s obvious he’s a sexist bastard who thinks women don’t belong in prison."

"Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but most of the men in here think the same way. I’m pretty sure even the warden does."

"They’re all idiots. Women aren’t inferior to anyone. One day, I’ll prove to everyone that we’re just as capable as men."

"In case you haven’t noticed, they’ve been raised to believe that women should be submissive."

I’ve heard this kind of crap for years. I’m used to moving in male-dominated circles, and I’ve always proven I belong just as much as any guy in the gang. So I’m definitely not going to let myself get walked on here.

"You’ve been through it with guys, huh?"

"Let’s just say I grew up surrounded by men, and I had to make my mark from a young age."

"You’ve got brothers, then?"

"Not brothers, but they were part of my family."

"You raised in a conservative household? The type that thinks women should stay at home, right? Conservative families have a hard time accepting someone different from what they know."

He sounds like he’s speaking from experience. I choose not to bring it up”it seems personal. Still, I can tell he’s been hurt too.

I sigh.

"My father wanted a son. He shaped me into what he wanted."

"I can hear the hate in your voice."

"Hate that makes me want to burn everything down. But I’m here to work. Not to complain."

Mathieu looks at me, then gives me a wide smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"When you talk, it feels like maybe things could finally change in this prison."

I’m only here for a mission. If a criminal like me is the one bringing change to prison, something’s seriously wrong with the world.

APARTMENT

7:34 p.m.

I get home after a long day. I notice a sliver of light under the door, even though I’m sure I didn’t leave anything on.

I pull out the gun tucked in the back pocket of my jeans and grip it tightly. I enter the apartment, weapon raised.

My father is sitting on the main couch like he owns the place. I let out a sigh and lowered my weapon.

"Always on guard, huh?"

"You’re the one who taught me to be. Next time, ring the bell. You’re lucky I always look before I shoot."

"Just a reminder, this is my apartment. You’re living here as a tenant, not as the owner."

I hate when he says that. Like everything I have is his and I’m dependent on him. I could’ve figured out a place to live on my own.

"If you came just to say that, the door’s over there."

"Sometimes I feel like I have a son, not a daughter."

"Sucks for you”it’s just a feeling."

He shrugs.

"How’s the mission going?"

"Fine."

"You met Alexander?"

"Yeah. It was... intense."

"What do you mean?"

"You didn’t warn me about his personality."

"You didn’t think it’d be easy, did you?"

"I never said that."

"Think about it”how does someone that young get so much respect and influence? He’s got serious balls."

He stands up from the couch and heads toward the door. Before leaving, he turns to me one last time.

"Last night, you were pathetic. I was ashamed you were my daughter. You better do way better next time unless you want to suffer the consequences of your weakness. I won’t accept another failure."

He leaves, slamming the door behind him.

I sit down on the couch and run a hand over my face with a deep sigh.

I knew he’d have something to say about what happened last night, but I didn’t think he’d show up in person. Usually, he sends one of his guys to deliver the blows.

When he comes in person, it usually means I’m going to suffer”but this time, he didn’t touch me. He didn’t even try.

Good. I wouldn’t have been able to handle his rage with my body already wrecked from that shitty night that left me in so much pain.

At the prison, I suffered in silence so no one would get suspicious.

Living a double life is really fucking complicated.