Isela's Love
them and asked if we could do this.”
    “I’ll kill him,” Maggie muttered.
    “Maggie, don’t blame Bernie or Darrios. I want to do this. I need to. Tell her what he’s done, Darrios.”
    “We think he killed Kie, one of our hunters, who happened to be that young woman’s father—the woman I told you about, Isela. Apparently Guarros is obsessed with her, but what’s even worse is he’s been sexually abusing some of the female inmates and servants. We had two inmates admit it to us.”
    Maggie gasped, “Oh my God. And Isela?”
    “No, at least not yet. He abuses her, but not sexually. He’s trying to beat her down into submission. He really is a twisted fuck.”
    Maggie sat down, placing her hands on the table. “Do you really think you can stop him?”
    Both Darrios and Brendan nodded.
    “And Brendan will be safe?”
    “At the first hint of any danger, we’ll pull him out,” Darrios promised. “It’ll be easy to monitor since we’ll be back and forth because of the meat deliveries and the trustees.”
    Staring down at the table, Maggie said quietly, “I don’t like it, but I understand why you have to do it. I admire that you’re doing the right thing...both of you.”
    Brendan patted his sister’s hand. “Look at the bright side, Mags. This will keep me in Celio longer.”
    “But I won’t get to see you.”
    “Maybe I’ll take you on a delivery if you miss him too much,” Darrios offered.
    Maggie looked up, smiling. “I’d love that. Then I can see for myself he’s all right.” She pointed at Brendan. “But you’re on your own telling Aunt Gin.”
    “C’mon, Mags.”
    “Don’t need me to protect you, my ass,” she said with a smirk.

Chapter Eight
    Isela and Mae stood together washing dishes after lunch.
    “I miss Jerric,” Mae said.
    “Me too,” Isela agreed. “He was really lucky to get that job on the farm.”
    “I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s kind of scary, leaving here every day and going through Midland...with all the monsters?”
    Isela shook her head. “No, I’d give anything to get out of here...except once I do, I’ll never come back.”
    “Why are you so anxious to get out of here?” Mae asked, clearly agitated. “What else would you do? Where would you go? It’s not so bad here, Isela. It could be worse.”
    Isela looked at her friend, feeling sorry for her. Mae really would rather stay in the prison than even attempt a life outside of it. It was safe to her. Although, as far as Isela could tell, Guarros had never laid his grubby paws on her. Isela doubted if he’d even noticed her.
    “I hate it here, Mae. Every minute. I feel like I’m dying inside. The only good part of my days is when I’m with you and Jerric.”
    Mae smiled weakly, hugging Isela. “I’m sorry you’re so sad, Isela. I really hope you get what you want.”
    “I will, Mae. Someday I will.”
    They finished the dishes then moved on to their other chores, agreeing to meet later for dinner.
    ****
    As Isela and Mae finished their dinner, one of the inmates approached them, sitting down across from Isela. Frowning, Mae glanced around nervously.
    “What do you want, Keeri?” Isela asked. “Why the smug smile? Did the warden give you extra beans or something?”
    “Listen to you talk. Everyone knows he wants to screw you.”
    Isela’s stomach rolled at the thought. “I’m sure you’re mistaken, Keeri. Why are you here?”
    “You know, Isela, if you’d quit trying to be all high and mighty and just give in to him already, your life would be a lot easier. All of our lives would be.”
    “I will never give in to him. And I don’t understand how you can. The thought of him on top of me repulses me beyond words.”
    “Oh spare me, Isela. You’re saying you wouldn’t like new clothes or an extra helping now and then? Maybe get out of some chores once in a while?”
    “Not if I have to give myself to him.”
    Keeri rolled her eyes. “Suit yourself. More for me.” She

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