Maybe Always (Maybe Series Book 3) by Ella Miles Read Free Book Online Page B

wishing they were dead pieces on the floor by the time I am done with them. Because death is not something I will give them, not until they have experienced every pain known to man. Because that is the pain Kinsley experienced. That is the pain I am going to face every day until I die.  
    “She was yours,” Santino says as he leans against the door to our cell.  
    I narrow my eyes as I toss the last piece of stuffing onto the floor. “Who?”  
    “The girl who is all over TV. The daughter of the billionaire casino owner. She was your girl.”  
    “Yes.”  
    I glance past him, and that’s when I see the TV showing nonstop coverage of Kinsley, her grandfather, and her mother. It will be all over the news for weeks. A beautiful girl like Kinsley will be hard for the news crews to just drop the story without answers and outrage from their viewers.  
    I watch Scarlett in tears on the TV. And I see that the news outlet even have Kinsley’s ex-boyfriends, Eli and Tristan, coming on next. They’ll have any person who ever spoke to her on. Every grocer, mailman, and neighbor who ever spoke to her will come on and speak. It brings me some comfort to know that she won’t easily be forgotten. That, even though she’s dead, she won’t fall from everyone’s memory. She will live on. That’s why I have to live—to keep her memory alive when the media has moved on to the next scandal.  
    “Still want a way outta here?” Santino asks.  
    I incredulously stare at him. I have a way out now. A way out where I can see my family. Where I can find out what the FBI knows about what happened to Kinsley even if they won’t let me stay on. A way where I will be watched like a hawk and have no chance at ever getting my revenge.  
    But, if I go with Santino, I will be a fugitive. The second the FBI finds me, they will send me back to jail. But, if I get my way and kill the men who killed Kinsley, I will be a fugitive anyway. Either way, I will end up back in this jail—no, in prison for the rest of my life.  
    I don’t care though. I’ll be spending my life in prison either way even if I don’t break the law. At least, if I kill them, my heart will be able to rest.  
    I look at Santino. I have no idea why he is offering to help me or what payment I will have to pay for my freedom. I don’t even know if he can get me out of here. But I know I have to take the chance.  
    “Yes, get me out of here.”  
    A slow grin curls up his face. “Wait here,” he says before he vanishes.  
    I look at the mess I’ve made and begin tossing the torn sheets back onto the bunk beds. If any of the guards see this, they will think something is up and reprimand us. I can’t take the chance, not when I’m so close to freedom and revenge.  
    I toss the last piece of stuffing back onto the bed when Santino returns.  
    “Let’s go.”  
    I follow him out of our cell, but I wish I knew what the plan was instead of just blindly following him. Now, I am completely at his mercy, and I have no idea who else might be involved in the plan.  
    As we near the edge of the main room where we all hang out, a fight breaks out across the hall.  
    “Shit,” I say under my breath. Now, we will never get out of here. The place will go into lockdown for the rest of the day, and we won’t get a chance again because Hayes will be getting me out.  
    But, when I look at Santino, he isn’t fazed at all. It’s part of the plan, I realize. But who would be willing to pose a fake fight and possibly be in here for longer just to help two other men escape? It makes no sense.  
    Santino ducks inside the kitchen, and I do the same. The kitchen is crazy with people pushing carts of food in and out of the building. It’s shipment day. The one day a week when the food for the whole jail is brought into the building, and everyone is busy pushing carts in and out as fast as they can. Prisoners and guards and chefs are all busy with moving things around. No