Chapter 172: Chapter 172

Chapter 172

~In the private room~

“I want some time with him in the private room. He is my fiancé now,” Lucy said to the prison warden whose face held fire.

“Fiancé?” the prison warden queried and shook his head, “You lie. The American blonde has ordered that you should be stopped from staying in a private room with Mr. Fanny any more. If you are visiting you visit and go.

Lucy widened her gaze at him and scowled hugely, “What do you mean? Since when did this one start? I say I demand to see him in a private room now,” she snapped, raising her voice.

Just then an oxford knocking on the floor interrupted them; the American blonde walked in with hands pocketed.

“Why have you decided to disturb the peace of this prison, my sister “

Lucy’s countenance fell as her eyes became watery as though in a short while she was going to cry.

“Why won’t I disturb the peace of the damn prison since you wouldn’t allow me be with my man,” she yelled, going red.

The American blonde threw his stare at the prison warden, “You can leave us. I got this.”

As soon as the prison warden parted, he threw another gaze at Lucy.

“Join me in my office, sister,” he said and led the way, with his well polished oxford knocking through.

The door banged; they had entered the office.

Tea or coffee?” he asked once he appeared at the shelf to pour himself a cupful of coffee.

She winked. “I don’t need your tea or coffee,” she was still walked up as her face reddened. The only tea or coffee I want is meeting my fiancé in a private room.”

He lost it as he shouted radically, “What rubbish fiancé!” he cast a hostile, menacing stare at her. “Listen up Lucy, I am not going to stay here and watch you get messed up by a prisoner with a dirty record. Mr. Fanny is not the best man for you…”

He was interrupted, “Suddenly he is not the best man for me because he wouldn’t push your drugs in prison, right?”

The American blonde hearing that from her sighed and threw away his gaze, knowing that was his reason for hating Mr. Fanny.”

“Oh yes, I am saying the truth…”

He cut in “…You are not!” he breathed hard and winked at her furiously, “You are my sister and I want the best for you. That man has an outstanding divorce case with his wife, Mrs. Fanny and it is something I wouldn’t want you to get mettle with…”

She slammed on the door, “You lie Pedro. You have been mischievous and greedy right from our childhood, so I am not surprised at what you are pulling now. Mr. Fanny is a nice man. He may have messed up in the past but I love him that way. And by the way, hands in the air if you haven’t messed up.”

He swallowed hard, and then toned down his voice as he spoke softly, “I want the best for you, sister. I don’t want you to end up with an ex-convict that will tarnish your reputation and our family’s honor too”

She let a forced smile, “What dirty reputation are you talking about. I had no reputation and Mr. Fanny gave me one. I was a street whore and he came into my life and gave it a meaning and every reason to live. Today I am leaving my dream and a better person to the society. You and the family never saw this in me. You left me to hawk my pussy to those hungry street lords and gangsters and you sit here to talk about reputation. It is right now that I have reputation; inspired and brought upon me by the same ex-convict and evil Mr. Fanny you despise without a cause.”

“Come on, sis…”

She stunned him, “Don’t sister me. Today I own the best barbecue joint on the street with almost every day sold out and you think if you were in my shoe you wouldn’t fall in love with him.”

He shook his head, “I introduce you to Fanny remember, so don’t think I can’t stop what I started. He is not the kind of man I want for my sister. You deserve the best life can offer. Fanny is not the best man for you.” He stood to his feet and stamped his hand on the table, “I am the president of this prison and I have spoken.”

With her eyes locked into his, she stood up to him, and I will write to the Californian government how you covert your prisoners into your personal drug pushers and the ongoing drug business you have championed in the prison. I am not bluffing. I mean every word of it. Don’t forget some of my old clients when I was a whore are politicians. If I run to them this minute they will grant me my heart desires and your ass will be put behind bars.”

“I dare you,” he groaned, paused his lips scowled his face and widened his eyes at her face.

She picked up her handbag , “Watch and see,” she said and had a walk,

Upon getting to the door, the American blonde said, “Hold on Lucy,”

And she paused turned around with her face holding fire and brimstone. She breathed uneasily as she stared darkly at him while he dialed some numbers into the phone.

In a few seconds the receiver picked up the phone and Pedro said, “Yes my sister will be out soon. I want you to grant her a private moment with Fanny in the bedroom. Good. Thank you,” he said conclusively and hung up. Looking at Lucy he sounded, “Your wish is granted but you just know you have opened a door to war you can’t finish. It isn’t a threat. It is a promise.”

Lucy winked at him, either doesn’t scare me and if you do anything stupid to Fanny, I will crush you so bad that you will wonder if I am your sister,” she said and banged the door.

“Shit!” the American blonde said, punched his fist in into his palms and gulped his coffee.

***

Lucy was well seated in the private room when the door opened, and Mr. Fanny was pushed in by a prison warden. Patiently their eyes locked as they stared into each other’s eyes and Lucy hastened to him hugged him and about to wail…