Thorne
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I walk out of the cell, as I settle down and pick the receiver as Damon picks the telephone on the other side.
"How are you doing Dem ?" He asks as we sit opposite to each other.
But the glass wall between us that has separated us.
"Great.
Tell the guys not to worry" I smile.
Holding up the pride even though I'm in a f*****g jail
Damon shrugs as he hears me
"I can't believe you surrendered.
You had all the chances to escape.
We were close.
We could have made it.
Few bullets wouldn't have hurt any of us Dem." he grits out his words frustrated, and I chuckle like its funny
"I know.
But let that poor old man win for once.
At least.
We don't know how many more years he will be alive if he will be chasing the door like last night " I add ,as I mention the senior
