Chapter 1
Corrupting The Law Book 2
{An ongoing story, new chapters coming soon}
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Chapter 1
Astrid
The sweat rolled from my head down my neck, my back. I controlled my breathing, the squats still burning from calisthenics, as I transitioned into the brush knee push. I tried to keep my workout routine every day. Calisthenics, Tai Chi, and Yoga. Bringing the low simmering anger, resentment that boiled through my dreams at night into the morning. Ending with mindful poses. I needed this job to help my family and to continue my education, but I hated it. The sun began to rise in the morning air, and I felt refreshed. This wasn’t a job I wanted, especially not at a men’s federal camp. But finding a flexible job that paid what I needed was harder to find than I thought. I stood under the hot water, trying to swallow the lump in my throat, the stress of my life, threatening to drown me in my family’s debt, greed, and drama. My father let my stepmother run everything, and she loved to live way beyond her means on my dad’s dime and my neck. Nothing like being the second eldest, I should’ve done like my older brother and disappeared with our mother. But I believed myself to be a daddy’s girl, something I’ve regretted every day since. I carefully styled my hair in a low bun to cover up and hide my nape undercut. I threw on jeans and a hoodie under my leather jacket, lacing up my combat boots before grabbing my duffle and heading out the door. I took the long drive to the camp’s facilities, music blasting with the windows wide open. This was my only semblance of entertainment lately in my boring life. I’ve only been there for four weeks after several weeks of training, and I’ve only been working in the office. Administrative work was easier than being in full rotation, but that was going to change soon.
I was organizing the files for the new inmates, who were en route here today. This was my first inmate intake. My stomach felt uneasy. Although federal camps don’t usually have seriously violent inmates, they were still criminals. The bus rolled in, and I watched the others move into position. I stayed behind the desk and glass, waiting. The new inmates shuffled in, cuffed at the wrists and ankles. Some of them looked like regular guys, not intimidating at all, which made me question what I thought I knew. When I saw this one with short, perfectly styled dark brown hair, he was about 6’3 and effortlessly fit. His arms were completely tatted; from the little I knew, he had to be Yakuza. His hands and arms were veiny and sculpted. His eyes were dark and intense, which contradicted his playful, smug smirk. I tried not to look at him too much, and my gaze continued down the line of the other guys between him and another one that caught my eye. He was 6’5 unlike the other one, who was neat-faced and smooth. This one had a very low beard, curly brown hair, lazily styled in the middle of his head with a temple fade. His arms had tats too, but I didn’t know what they were. His tattoos looked like mafia tats, but he didn’t look Italian, or did he? I internally kicked myself at my stupidity because I was so stuck in my bubble. His arms were fucking thick, though his biceps were firm without him flexing and bigger than my head. He had a slim waist and broad shoulders like the other one. His eyes were gray and perceptive. His body language at first glance appeared to be relaxed, but his eyes said the opposite. Both of them made me feel like I was overheated.
Dai
I was surprised to see a lot more women here, six female COs, and the rest were a bunch of chumps. Two of the women might as well have been men themselves. But two were decent, I could imagine they had decent bodies under the uniforms. One would’ve been pretty enough, but she had a mean mug; she had huge tits, which was a plus, better to look at than her scowl. And one hiding behind the glass. From what I could see, she had an impressive athletic pear-shaped body. She had a decent rack, and if I wasn’t mistaken, nipples big enough for me to bite down and hold between my teeth. Her lips were pink and pouty, and her amber eyes were trying to avoid eye contact. She had her hair in a big, tight bun, and I wanted to pull it apart and wrap it around my hand. Maybe I’ll get a chance. I could use the distraction. I was here on assignment to find and eliminate the snitch, and I’d be out of this bitch. But I wouldn’t mind taking a hit of that. Or maybe I could find her when I get out. I looked to my left, at my right-hand man, and he knew exactly what I was looking at. He shook his head knowingly. I looked back at her and caught her eyes, before I licked my lips, she looked away quickly. Got her. She turned away to do some paperwork. I’m assuming, as we shuffled to the next room, my eyes stuck to her until she was out of view.
Bendito
I couldn’t believe I fell into such a stupid trap. Lucian knew I was getting ready to shut down his secret operation. I had to undo all that my uncle had done after he stole my father’s seat. It took more than I thought to take it back, and when I was cleaning up his mess, I couldn’t believe the chaos. My brother and our crew were caught with me. But we were lucky it wasn’t anything too serious, but I had no intention of staying locked up. There were two way too tiny COs who walked me to my new ‘bed’. I was so excited to be stuck in a place with men I didn’t know. I wasn’t, and when we stepped in, I couldn’t believe the fucking chances. Our cellmate was Aleksandar Krasovsky; he stood up, slowly rolling his shoulders back. It was a six-man cell/dorm before we could say a word; two more entered. One short and stocky who looks like he chews rocks for fun, with a tall, pretty boy mother fucker with a smug smile.
“Well, well, well, looks like a party.”
I scoffed. What are the chances, or did someone set this up? Fucking Dai. I am in here with one of the Yakuza princes and a fucking Russian Avtoritet.
“Fucking bullshit, move Cuca.”
I took the top bunk opposite Aleksandar, who lay back on his bunk, and my brother took the bunk under me.
“So sensitive we’re roomies, can’t we all just get along?”
I sigh, staring at the ceiling. This is going to be long and torturous if I’m stuck with them, and I can’t just take him out with my family out in the open.
“Everything is always a joke with you, Dai.”
Aleksandar said his face was blank, but he was clearly just as annoyed.
“That’s because this is a joke.”
Dai chuckled before laying down his arms under his head.
Aleksandar
I stopped myself from kicking his face when he moved to the other bunk. I didn’t want him sleeping near me. Even though I am stuck here for now. I had enjoyed having this space alone, well, Ivan was here, but he was my cousin. I wonder where I was going to meet Mara now. I mean, she was a CO, she had access, but this spot was empty because everyone knew not to fuck with me, and here now are these three idiots. I hopped off my bunk and made my way out to the rec areas. When I noticed a CO I hadn’t seen in the months I’ve been here. She was talking with CO Roberts, one of the bitches who thinks she has some real power in her uniform. I sat in the corner, and I watched them slip my hand in my pocket to grip my hard-on when I watched her lick her fucking lips. The thought of those lips wrapped around my cock. It fucking jumped when her eyes locked on me. She licked her lips again, a subconscious thing I suspect. A slow smile crossed my lips. I had crossed my leg over my knee, but I dropped it so she could see that even in these loose pants, my bulge was aching for her. Her eyes went to it immediately. She froze. I expected her to look away or to be frazzled like most women when they see what I’m packing. But she stared and took a deep breath before slowly letting it out, and then fucking Roberts blocked my view of her, taking her attention from where it mattered. I got up and moved closer
“Are you new?”
I couldn’t stop myself. Roberts looked at me like I had committed a crime, but I ignored her glare, smiling at the new girl.
“Yes.”
She spoke
“Obviously.”
Roberts jumped in
“Dent.”
I looked at her name tag, she said nothing, but I saw how her gaze kept falling to my pants.
“Go find something to do, Krasovsky.”
“I have.”
I looked at her, and I knew she was going to be mine. I would make sure if it
“Don’t play around. Now is not the time.”
I rolled my eyes at Robert’s comment before turning and walking away. I barely made it far before Clark crossed my path
“Krasovsky, come with me.”
I nodded and followed. I’ll give her a few more pumps until I get the one I want. She took me down into a storage closet. She tried to kiss me. I turned my head away. She knew better. I never kissed her.
“You know damn well we don’t kiss. Stop it.”
“Just this once.”
She rolled her eyes and got on her knees. She undid my button and unzipped me so fast, so desperately. Luckily, her husband didn’t work the same shift. That’s how this started. I found out they had kids and were married, working opposite shifts to take care of them. I dug for their information because he thought he could use me as a punching bag in the boiler room. One of those little men who don’t have true power and take advantage of situations. His wife, Mara, was easy; it took no effort to get her to suck me off for months. And she begged to get her pussy fucked. I only fucked her a few times. I’d rather have her mouth. I leaned back on the wall. Her blow jobs were terrible at first. She used too much teeth, and she had trouble swallowing all of me. She learned quickly that she could only take half of me into her mouth. I have to admit it, though, she has improved. I watched her working her hands on my shaft when she sucked me into her mouth. I closed my eyes and imagined the new girl. I heard through the door
“Boss. Skoro vremya dlya telefona..”
(It’s almost phone time.)
Ivan stood outside the door
“Pozvol’ mne zakonchit’ s etoy shlyukhoy.”
(Let me finish with this slut)
“Tridtsat’ minut.”
(Thirty minutes)
“Uznat’ o toy novoy devushke.”
(Find out about that new girl)
“Na etom.”
(On this)
She paused
“Focus.”
Her spit dribbled down her chin. She stood up to pull down her pants
“No fucking today.”
“What?! Why not?”
Her voice was whiny
“I don’t feel like it.”
“Please.”
Pathetic
“Did you bring condoms?”
“Yes.”
She pulled them out and quickly rolled one on. I bent her over and slid into her. I pulled her belt off and put the middle in her mouth, wrapping my hand around the ends, pulling her back. She moved back, and I held her still with my other hand. I didn’t hold back, and I didn’t give a fuck about her cumming. I knew she would, though, without me trying, her needy pussy was easy. I fucked her hard and fast, yanking the belt back. Gripping her tight, I knew I was bruising her pale skin. I thought of her again when I felt her cum around me just as I released. I let her go, and she dropped onto the floor. I took the condom off, grabbed her face, and poured it into her mouth. I covered her mouth, forcing her to swallow. I fixed my clothes and left her there.
