You’d done it. You’d managed to bypass prison security with a gun strapped to your bra.

You made your way down the hallway, your heels echoing through the chamber as you were escorted to your boyfriend’s cell.

Upon seeing you, Clyde immediately stood up and rushed over to the bars, having a few bruises and cuts visible on his skin.

“You’ve got five minutes.” The guard huffed, giving Clyde a glare before walking away.

Clyde reached out through the bars, holding your cheek gently. “Hey, sugar… you got what I need?”

You nod, reaching down and handing him his revolver, passing it through the bars.

He smirked, hiding the gun in his pocket as he pressed against the bars, watching you lovingly. “As soon as I’m out of here, you better be prepared for the time of your life, baby.”

Before you could respond, you were pulled back roughly, the guard scowling and shoving you back down the hall, not allowing you anywhere near Clyde. “Time’s up.”

You were escorted roughly back to the prison’s office, begging and trying to push past the guard in an attempt to go back to Clyde.

The guard grew irritated, shoving you into a small room and slamming the door behind him. “You better shut that fucking mouth of yours, Miss Parker.”

You glared, shoving him back, to which he caught your wrist, grasping it tight enough to bruise.

He shoved you back into the wall, yanking your hair back. “For such a pretty thing, I don’t see why you waste your time with a criminal.”

He leaned down, whispering in your ear. “If you want my advice, I’d stay far away as possible.”

Before you could respond, the door burst open, Clyde walking in with the gun aimed at the guard. “Get your grubby hands off of her.”

The guard released you, instead reaching down and retrieving his own firearm, cocking it as he trained the muzzle to point to Clyde’s head. Clyde didn’t seem fazed, walking further into the small room and closing the door behind him, his grip tightening on his gun.