Bust Him Out

[Knight’s POV]

I lay on my cot, staring at the roof of my cell, while an odd radio static reaches me, drawing my attention toward the door of my cell.

Frowning, I watch as the small video screen that allows the guards to insult and ridicule me from the safety of their security office flashes and blinks until an odd man with dark circles under his beady eyes stares at me with a look of interest.

For a moment, neither of us speaks as we take each other in.

Who the fuck is this man, and what did he even want?

"What?" I finally ask when the silence continues to draw out. "What the hell are you looking at?"

"I was trying to figure that out," the man responds, smirking. "What exactly is so special about you that Massimo would go through so much trouble to help you?"

Massimo? Did this guy work for Massimo? If so, what the fuck was he even doing right now? Didn’t he know that if the guards or even the chief of police here found him, they would hunt him down and kill him?

"Who the hell are you