It was just your luck to be shoved into a cell by your own people - even luckier to be with the nefariously known G.

“Hey there, dollface.” He smelled of ceder trees and vanilla - just a dash of cigarettes. He had a cocky lopsided grin on his face.

“What, first time in prison?” He seemed calm. Too calm. You expected him to have some ace up his sleeve, he was the leader of the rebellion after all.