RIDGE's POV
The dirty, hard, concrete floor is starting to wear on my knees. Both Hudson and I are in solitary confinement, the warden standing over us. I'm not sure what he plans, but I have a good idea it ends with both Hudson and me dead. What he doesn't know is the only one who's going to die is him. I'm just not sure how I want to do it. Do I wrap my hands around his throat and let the life drain from his eyes? Or do I make it swift and merely snap his neck?
The cocky fuck thinks he's fine alone with us, our hands bound behind our backs with cuffs that I unlocked moments ago. Our escape plan is working perfectly, with only a few small details to wrap up.
The warden lands another blow to Hudson's face but he barely moves. If he thinks he could beat us to death, this would take all fucking night. Doc Charlotte had more fight in her than the warden does.
