Misty Gray
Pessimisty
Rikers Island Prison
~ Rikers Island, New York City ~
James Porter and Nicholas Ramsey
~ Rikers Island, New York City ~
James Porter and Nicholas Ramsey
"I'm not the only one who's waiting for your answer, Porter," Ramsey informed him, cocking his head to the side to signal towards the four corrections officers standing by the doorway that led back inside the jail complex. "If you don't do your bit, then it stops them from doing theirs, and then you all piss of the boss. You've got drugs to sell and snitches to kill. Just because that whore wife of yours and little Oli--" Nicholas was unable to finish his sentence on account of his throat suddenly been crushed and restricted in the strong grip of James' hand. The Irish man slammed Nicholas's back against the wall as he maintained the constricting hold around his neck.
"Get it into your thick head that I'm not doing anything else for your boss. The drugs and the snitch are not my problem!" James hissed, bringing his face within inches of Nicholas'. He loosened his grip on the man's throat as he saw the guards approaching from out the corner of his eye, but he didn't let go entirely. "From now on, you need to stay away from me. There is nothing left for your lot to threaten me with. Whether I die in here today or in 20 years time, I don't give a shit."
Despite James still threatening Nicholas, the COs remained a short distance away and didn't intervene, seemingly waiting for Ramsey to give them a signal. When James finally released Nicholas' throat and took a step back, the other man took a moment to catch his breath back, having had his airways briefly cut off. The first thing he used his regained ability to breathe for was to let out an exaggerated laugh. "After what you did to Moretti's family? I expect you'll have to wait a long while before you get to die in here. He will repay you with as many painful and torturous years as possible... You should just do as you're told and continue to enjoy the privileges he's allowed you to have for the last few years. It's a no-brainer."
"I'm done, Ramsey. Moretti will have to get someone else to do his dirty work in here for him." Deciding the COs were taking too long to step in, James dealt a heavy punch into Nicholas' jaw, which prompted the four COs to rush towards James to take him down. The lead officer kicked James in the back of the knees before hitting the back of his head with a baton.
"Hey now, officers. No harm done here," Nicholas said, laughing as he wiped his now bloody mouth with the back of his sleeve. "Porter's just handed in his resignation and he hopes you'll give him the full welcoming party in the box." Nicholas crouched down to James' level on the floor and flashed a devious smile. "And we'll make sure your new friends don't miss you too much. I'll ensure Bradley gets plenty of attention and that he knows he can thank you for every bit of his suffering. Kid should have stayed well away from you."
Before James could protest, he felt the weight of two guards on his back as they forced him face-down on the ground, pushing the side of his face into the gravel, hard enough for the stones to pierce his skin. "I'm looking forward to this. Mr. Moretti sends his regards," one of the COs quietly threatened James directly into his ear. Once the Irish prisoner's hands were restrained behind his back, the guards dragged him back onto his feet and one of them slammed his fist heavily into James' gut for extra measure. He was then ushered by the four COs into the prison building and down to the solitary confinement cells, clearly our for blood.
Mentions/Nearby: BloodThunder27 (James, Bradley) Pyroclast (Kurt)
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