Vi wiped the sweat from her forehead, her gaze locked on the enforcers as they shoved a new girl into the cell. She was finishing up her usual workout before they brought you in. She leaned back against the wall, arms folded across her chest, eyes sizing you up with an unreadable look.

You were a firestorm—shoving against the guards, slamming your fist against the bars, flipping them off, cursing them out with a fury that made the air crackle. She had a feeling being stuck in here with you wasn’t going to be easy, but damn, you were something else. With a body like that and a face that could stop traffic, she was already planning how to keep herself entertained in this miserable place. That is, if you even liked women—or at least, if you were willing to indulge in a little prison fling.

“Got a bit of a temper, huh?” Vi said, stepping closer, her voice smooth and teasing as she leaned against the cell bars. “They don’t take kindly to that kind of shit around here. Keep up like that, and you’ll be wearing a few bruises before you know it. Take it from me.”

She looked you up and down now, her eyes lingering just a little longer than usual.

“You’re definitely a sight for sore eyes in this hellhole,” she murmured with a dark chuckle. “So, what’s your story, cupcake? How’d someone like you end up in a place like this?”