Brown-Eyed Boy novel Chapter 2

I had to give some bullshit speech, that I had recited over and over to be every new batch that gets through the door. Though I knew no one paid attention, It was a standard procedure for the warden to brief new inmates on the dos and don't. The fact that we deal with numerous cases of the said don'ts proves it's a time-wasting affair.

With no motivation whatsoever, I took long quick strides towards the welcoming hall. I was in the middle of my speech when I felt eyes on me. I glanced around and my gaze fell on a slender blonde boy who looked truly scared. He had beautiful

golden-brown eyes and I couldn't look away.

The sorrowful orbs drew me in and I couldn't understand why. The boy fidgeted but held my gaze nonetheless. He tilted his head quizzically and I averted my eyes, not wishing to draw unnecessary attention. Once the briefing was over, I walked back to my office, but couldn't get that scared boy out of my mind.

To satisfy my curiosity I requested files of the new batch and skimmed through till I found his' thanks to the mug shot.

I went through it hoping to find how the innocent-looking boy found himself in this hellhole.

By the time I had finished reading the file, three things were obvious. The boy was gay and I will be damned if that didn't thrill me. In the report, it was clearly stated that he helped his boyfriend cover up a murder.

Two, he was outrageously stupid. Who helps a lover hide a murder weapon?

Three, no way that scared rabbit was making it out alive. From his height to weight Liam didn't have an advantage when it came down to his body size. And one obvious rule in places like this; size does matter. The bigger and tougher you are, the fewer chances of anyone messing with you.

I had barely put the file away when Gianna barged into my office looking rather furious. Before I could speak up, she did, " Kane put that poor kid who came in today in Block 3 cell 12, despite my objections. Did you know about this?" Her determination almost had me laughing, if not for the seriousness of the matter.

"Of course not! Why the hell would Kane put him there?" I whisper-yelled offended that she thought I knew. My expression must have mirrored my thoughts because she instantly lost her fighting spirit and slumped on the opposite chair helplessly.

"You know what goes on in that block..." She began warily. "My assumption is that Kane owes someone in cell 12, and throwing that poor kid in there is a consolation prize."

It was no secret that Kane was somehow involved in the illegal businesses going on in the prison. But no one has been able to prove it yet. The bastard knew how to cover his tracks well. Gianna and I have been investigating him for a while but we haven't found any concrete evidence against him.

"Do something, " Gianna prompted when I fell into a thoughtful silence.

"I need to talk to Kane," I decided. " In the meantime please transfer him to block 1." I ordered softly, rising on my feet, in pursuit of Kane.

"Block 1?" Gianna called out surprised and justifiably so because that block was strictly for the elderly and the sick.

"It has more protection." I countered confusing her momentarily, "they have already set their eyes on him, Gigi."

Her eyes widened in realization. Accidents do happen here, and with the help of crooks like Kane, sooner or later someone will come for that boy.

At least in block 1, he had more chances of avoiding deathly accidents, compared to other blocks.

"I will personally pair him with Mathew. He is too old to scare the kid and might be a good influence, "she responded and left.

"No, sir." He bowed his head with fake humility. "I just thought since it had an empty bed I could..."

"This isn't an innovation company, you are not paid to think." I snapped angrily. He might be able to fool others but not me. I knew exactly the kind of a guard he is. He knew the repercussions of his actions, he is too smart not to.

"Do I have to remind you that a a dead inmate brings about scrutiny?"

"No sir, It won't happen again." He assured me confidently.

"Of course, it won't." I retorted. "I will be watching, one mistake and you are out." Without waiting for his response I walked off.

Soon I will have to do more than a verbal warning.

LIAM

I don't know if what transpired was a miracle, or the stars were aligning to my favor, but I got lucky to be transferred to a different cell.

A lady guard who introduced herself as Gianna, informed me of the transfer. The relieved sigh that I let out had her chuckling knowingly.