Incest/Taboo Jail Bird

"Good workout today, go hit the showers," Rebecca said, lightly patting Max's shoulder when he was bent over, huffing in exhaustion from the four laps she had him do on the quarter-mile track that took up the bulk of the second floor. Holding out one of the many towels the gym had on hand as she watched the sweat dripping off his nose. Wondering when she would see him next as her eyes fell on his ass as Max walked towards the stairs that led back to the ground level.

"How did it go?" Carol asked, noting how his bicep became taut as he rubbed along the back of his neck. Feeling her nipples hardening as her eyes ran along his chest as his t-shirt was stretched tight along it.

"Good. You kind of forget what you're missing when you aren't looking for the next shiv in your back."

"I bet, we have time before Kate comes and picks you up. Shall we stop by the dealership?" Carol asked, following Max out of the gym.

"Of course."

"Have a good night, Max; I'll see you when you get home?" Carol said sweetly as Max walked out of her bedroom in one of the suits Kate had bought him. Watching how he fastened the bracelet to his wrist.

"Aren't you going?" Max asked, knowing it was her scene, not his.

"No, I have to be up at five, so I won't be able to be under your touch," Carol said sinfully.

"Ah."

"I know I won't be here when you leave tomorrow and move into your new place. But I hope you'll let your slut, your sub, your sister come visit you at your new home," Carol said in a submissive tone.

"Who else is going to suck my dick when I want it done?" Max asked in an emotionless voice.

"No one," Carol said, not hiding her smile. He might use her body, yet she could take solace in the fact he wasn't tossing her out of his life. "But if you need my pussy, then you just ram that hard thing into it. No need to worry about waking me. Fuck me like the slut I am," she said in a passionate tone as her brother walked towards the door.

"I'll think about it," Max uttered before the door closed behind him. Seeing Kate's car waiting for him as he walked down the breezeway. Wondering how he would get around for the next five to eight weeks the dealership said it would take to get his new 2022 Chevy Camaro ZL1 1LE. He went with the black paint job, the red and black interior, twenty-inch black-painted aluminum wheels with red accents, and all the other nifty gizmos that went into a fully-loaded car that came out to be just under forty-three thousand. While the SS-style Camaro that he had test-driven wasn't as powerful as the one he had ordered, it gave him a taste of what his would be like. Max so couldn't wait to take his car out for a joy ride when it arrived. Wondering if Kate would like to join him when it does.

"Good evening, Max." Kate's sweet voice greeted him as he slid into the rear of the car.

"Hello, Kate, pretty as always," Max flirted, watching the blush color her cheeks.

"Thank you, it's lovely to hear it from you," Kate spoke, running her hand down Max's left arm before coming to rest over his hand. Her fingers curled around it, a small sign of her affection for the man that had saved her twice when no one else was man enough to step up. "To the club, Dilyn," she ordered before she felt his light touch on her chin, turning it towards him. How she lost herself as their lips embraced. She knew she could grow drunk on just the taste of them. "I've been hoping you would do that," Kate whispered with a coy smirk on her lips.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm?" Kate hummed. "Do you like Dilan's new name?"

"Is that who that is?" Max asked, turning his attention to the sissy who was wearing a red hair wig.

"It is, Dilyn; how is the new outfit?" Kate asked with a devilish smirk on her lips.

"Quite lovely, Mistress, thank you for it," Dilyn spoke in a feminine voice.

"You did insert the plug, didn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress, my ass loves the feel of it pushing deeper into me with every bump,"

"Good. A sissyslut like you should love having your boy-cunt stretched out," Kate spoke in a dominant tone. "I've started him on his new hormone regimen," she whispered to Max. "Soon, that little thing he calls a cock will be useless."

"Mighty wicked of you."

"I know," Kate replied with a sadistic smile. "But my little sissyslut doesn't mind having his tiny dick cut off, do you, sissyslut?"

"No, Mistress, if turning myself into a woman pleases you, then I will be the best woman I can be for you," Dilyn said truthfully.

"His operation will be in two weeks," Kate muttered to Max.

"You are getting him large breasts implants, aren't you? If he's going to be a slut then he need to know how to give a proper tittyfuck," Max stated in a firm tone. Cocking an eyebrow when Kate's smile creeped him out just a tiny bit.

"Why, Max, that's a wonderful idea!" Kate exclaimed. "Did you hear that Dilyn, wouldn't you like to have your tits wrapped around a real man's cock?"

"Very much, Mistress. Already my boy-cunt is just quaking at the thought of having a nice hard cock gliding through them," Dilyn answered immediately.

"And I'll make sure you'll have plenty of big, strapping, huge black men to properly train that new pussy you are soon to have." Max noted how much she was taking delight in degrading and humiliating the broken man. Although it seemed to him Dilan or Dilyn as he was now called, got off on it.

"Thank you, Mistress, you take such good care of this unworthy sissy."

"Enjoy your evening, Mistress, and you as well, Mr. Daysome," Dilyn uttered when he had pulled up to the curb in front of Kate's Club.

"Dilyn, you have my permission to fuck your boy-cunt in the garage for all to see. If someone wants to fuck your sissy ass, you will let them. However, it will cost them ten dollars to fuck that used hole and five to suck them off, am I understood?" Kate spoke in a commanding tone. "There shalt not be a drop of their cum marring that uniform when you retrieve us."

"Yes, Mistress, I understand. Thank you, Mistress; I promise their cum will not touch this uniform," Dilyn nodded sternly.

"That's a good sissyslut," Kate mused as Max helped her out of the car.

"So, Kate?"

"Yes, Max," Kate replied as they climbed towards the front entrance.

"Am I ever going to see you with these nipple clamps I've heard about?" Max asked with a sinful smile. Watching how she turned her face away from him as her dark brown hair brushed along the tops of her 32C breasts. Breasts he was trying not to ogle given how well her t-shirt detailed them.

"I don't know, Max, I think that would be too intimate for friends to share," Kate said, dropping her hint.

"I see, yes, I can understand that," Max nodded. "Maybe soon that might change?"

"Why wait?" Kate asked, turning her gaze to him.

"There's a storm coming, Kate, I'd rather keep you sheltered from it until it passes," Max said, lightly patting the hand that rested on his left bicep.

"But you know I don't care..." Her voice grew still as Max pressed his finger against her lips.

"I do; I'm not about to let them demean your character like they have done to mine for the past six years."

How Kate's knees felt weak at those words. That he was looking out for her, protecting her, when it would have been so easy to ignore it and let whatever he thinks was coming affect her. It showed her that Max truly cared about her and did not simply want to slip his cock into her pussy, however much she would like that.

"I'm not about to allow them to do that to you," Max said in a firm tone.

"Okay, Max, but when it's over?"

"Oh, you'll just have to wait and see," Max spoke with a coy smile on his lips.

"So, what did you do today?" Kate asked, very curious about his day.

"Went to the DMV, got a new license, went to the bank, got some new clothes, joined a gym, worked out a bit, then went and bought me a new car," Max said as they neared the front door.

"Really?"

"Mmmhmm, I thought when it gets delivered that maybe you would like to take a little joy ride with me?" Max asked, holding the door open for her.

"I'd love to, Max, and I best be the first one," Kate teased as she entered her club.

After signing in like he has done for most of the week, the moans of pleasure and howls of pain that filtered out through the closed doors no longer surprised him. When he was in Lampac, Max had to learn to adapt quickly, or he wouldn't have made it. So he ignored everything that was happening around him and focused his attention on Kate. Who, as you would expect, was very happy to have Max's undivided attention.

"Kate?"

"Yes, Max," Kate cooed as the elevator doors rolled open.

"You wouldn't happen to have a picture of Darren laying around here, would you?" Max asked; he was going to ensure that Kate never dealt with that scum ever again.

"I believe we do; why do you ask?" Kate inquired, feeling his bicep was tighter than it normally was. However, she knew that was from his workout and not being tense.

"Oh, it would be best that you didn't know. That way, if someone asks, you can deny it without having to lie. You just let me worry about that scum, okay?" Max uttered in a deathly tone. He knew what he was going to do. Call in his mark, since he was out, he didn't think he would need an IOU from the leader of the Callejones Escondidos 13. Then again, the man might just do it for free; however, he needed to get word to him indirectly without tipping anyone off that he was involved. He was just going to have to figure out where that gang's territory was in the city. He couldn't ask Carol; she would just stick her nose into his business. He wasn't about to go back in. Not in this lifetime.

"Promise you won't do anything that would take you away from me," Kate said in a caring tone as the elevator stopped at the top floor.

"Don't you worry, Kate," Max spoke, lightly patting her hand that held onto his bicep. "I'm not foolish enough to get caught."

"Make yourself at home, like always, while I go over the books," Kate mused, gesturing to the sofa that sat by the door.

"Are you going down there tonight?" Max asked, staring at her ass as she walked towards her desk.

"Of course, Mistress Lin can't allow her subs to be left to their own devices," Kate spoke in a sinful tone as she smiled over her shoulder.

As the night wore on, Max spent the time learning how to operate his smartphone. He kept himself from chuckling when he found out how to use the Google app on his phone. He knew if he had that phone in his cell, it wouldn't have been so boring. Once he learned where the Callejones Escondidos 13 were known to frequent he shut the search engine off. He also erased his tracks should the law think to search his phone. Max knew what he would be doing on his Sunday. The South Park area was a place he knew well before he went in. A place he rarely visited, given its reputation, however, that was before prison life and before he had earned the tattoo on his left forearm. He wasn't a member of the gang. It was simply a symbol of the life debt he was owed. A symbol that would get that little gang to do what he wanted. Which was to see that Darren Soto never saw the light of day again.

It was around eleven that night when a knock came on Kate's office door, who was still working at her desk. As Max answered it, there she knelt with her breasts on display or as much as her shirt would allow and a collar around her neck. That held two tags on it, one with Kate's name, the other his own. Reaching forward and hooking his index finger around the collar, and pulling Jessica forward. Her eyes were always on his like the good little bitch she was.

"You enjoy this, don't you, you cunt?"

"Yes, Master, I enjoy it very much," Jessica replied instantly.

"Kate?"

"Yes, Max?"

"Would you mind if I used her for a bit before you head down?" Max asked from over his shoulder. Not missing how Jessica's eyes quivered when he asked that question.

"No, I certainly do not. Take enjoyment out of my slut as much as you want, Max," Kate said, not hiding her smile.

"Excellent." Max's face took on a sadistic feel as he peered down at the woman who took six years of his life from him. Hearing her whimper when he forcibly took hold of her chin. "I think it's time you put that lying, whorish mouth to work, don't you?" he growled darkly.

"Yes, Master, punish my mouth for the lies I spewed against you," Jessica uttered, feeling her cunt throbbing at how forceful Max was. It was nothing like her sissy husband had ever done with her.

"Then take it out so everyone can see just how much of a slut you are," Max commanded to which Jessica didn't hesitate. "I bet you would like it if I made that sissy watch as I fuck you, wouldn't you, slut?" he asked as her mouth worked to get him hard as he stood in the doorway to Kate's office.

"Yes, Master, I would enjoy that very much. To show that sissy how a real man fucks me," Jessica said in a husky tone before returning his cock back to the warmth of her mouth. Her eyes held such joy in them as Max roughly facefucked her in public view of everyone. Feeling Max's pubic hair going up her nose as he held her down at the base of his cock as his seed erupted in her mouth. Which Jessica didn't waste one drop of, swallowing it all down. Looking sadly at his hands when Max zipped up his fly, hiding the one cock she had felt deep inside of her for the first time in ten long years.

Max arched an eyebrow as he watched Jessica crawling along the floor towards her sister's side. Wondering how all the people down at the DA's office would like to know what Jessica was truly like. He mused on that as he closed the door.

"Max?" Kate's voice drew him out of the daydream he was having while he ignored what was happening around him as he leaned against the wall beside the door of her dungeon, as Kate called it.

"Yes, Kate," Max answered, looking down as she placed a hand on his chest.

"Come, I want to show you something," Kate mused as her subs moans filled her ears. Wondering if he would become her pupil like she was so many years ago. After all, he had the traits of a Master and she wanted to help bring them out regardless if his sister and Jessica would be the only subs he would ever have, not counting herself.

"Kate? What's going on?" Max asked, seeing Jessica kneeling on a black mat, straddling something. What that was he couldn't say. Her arms were bent and tied to her upper biceps that were secured to the metal bars that were fixed to the wall behind her. The same was with her legs; a silken rope was tied to her upper thighs and around her ankles, locking them in place before they too were secured to the metal bars behind her. Her mouth was held open by a metal mouth spreader that was buckled behind her head. Seeing a weird remote in her left hand that only had two dials and a red, clear switch on it.

"I thought you might like to torture this slut on the Sybian," Kate answered in a sadistic tone. "You do know you don't have to inflict pain to torture someone, right?" she asked, turning her chin towards him.

"Is that what's between her legs?" Max asked; he had never heard of the device before.

"Mmmhmm," Kate hummed. "Would you like for me to show you how it works?" Kate asked with hope in her voice.

"Sure."

"The left knob is for how much vibration you want the machine to use, and the right knob is for how fast you want it to go. And the switch, I'm sure you'll figure that one out," Kate teased as her fingers ran over the surface of the remote that she had placed in Max's hand. "Why don't you give it a try. I'm sure the slut that is my sister is dying to feel that rubber cock just violating her pussy. Here, let's do it together," she whispered, bringing his thumb up and switching the Sybian on. The roar of the vibration filled her ears as she moved his thumb along the left dial to its max setting. Hearing her sister whimpering as the device stimulated her clit and whining when she rolled Max's thumb towards the off setting of it. Listening to her sister howl as they increased the right dial to its max setting. Knowing the dildo that was attached to it was shaking violently in her sister's cunt. "Don't you just love hearing her pout when she isn't getting off like she wants?" Kate asked with a sadistic smile.

"Kind of," Max admitted, watching how Jessica's 36D breasts heaved as she panted for breath. "But why is her mouth pried open like that?"

"Oh, that's for you; if you care to, you can fuck her mouth without restraint," Kate said, turning back to where her sister rested. "That is if you want to do that to her. What better way for this," feeling Max jump a tiny bit as her fingers brushed up his cock, "to relieve its six years of frustration than to take it out on the bitch that took so much from you?"

Leaning in so her subs wouldn't hear what he was about to say. "What if it's not her mouth I want wrapped around my cock?" Max whispered low into Kate's left ear.

"We'll revisit that at a later date," Kate replied, trying not to let his words affect her. Yet, the knowledge that he wanted to feel her lips again meant the world to her. "Now, you just enjoy tormenting the slut," Kate spoke with a warm smile on her lips before leaving him to take care of her other subs.

For the next three hours, he tormented Jessica. Bringing her to the edge of her orgasm only to shut the machine off. Although he did allow her to have three orgasms. He's never seen so much pussy juice hitting the floor, or anything else for that matter, making the sound of a loud splash when it struck the protective rubber mat. Max took delight at the pleading in her eyes all throughout it. He did indeed fuck her mouth repeatedly or as much as he could get it up. By the time it was over, and he had to escort Kate home, Jessica had drunk down so much of his cum he figured she wouldn't eat for a couple of days, and her breasts were covered in his seed to the point it dripped off her left nipple.

"Max, I'll be there at eight to pick you up so we can be there when the movers arrive," Kate said when Max walked her to the door of the house she had taken over from her sister.

"Will you need me to help you inside?" Max asked, feeling Jessica walking up the walkway after parking her car, who followed them home.

"No. But thank you, my slut can see to my needs," Kate said with blushing cheeks.

"I'm going to have to find a supermarket around here," Max said offhandedly, knowing he was going to have to stock up his new place.

"Then use Dilyn, the sissy won't be doing much tomorrow anyway, have him drive you to one," Kate uttered, knowing the deal they had bargained with Delvin and Brandy would take effect tomorrow afternoon.

"Kate?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think Delvin would teach me how to cook?" Max asked, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Yes, you wouldn't have learned that in prison; I think he might be willing to help you if you ask him. I think he might like it," Kate nodded firmly. "Now, you best get home and rest that sore cock of yours," she said with a knowing grin after they shared a kiss. "Jessica?" Holding out her right hand to her side.

"Yes, Kate," Jessica uttered, sliding her hand into her sister's to tell her that she was right beside her.

"Help me to the bathroom; I find myself ready for bed. Goodnight, Max," Kate said from over her shoulder as her sister led her into the house.

"Goodnight, Kate, I'll see you in the morning," Max spoke, getting one last look at Kate's ass before Jessica shut the door.

"Where to, Mr. Daysome?" Dilyn asked once Max slid back into the rear seat.

"To my sister's apartment. So do you like being a sissy?" Max asked, making small talk.

"I do," Dilyn spoke in a feminine tone.

"How much did your sissy ass make tonight?"

"Five hundred."

"Good. And you obeyed Kate's orders?"

"Of course, Mr. Daysome. Not a drop of their cum soiled my pretty uniform." Dilyn said with pride.

"I bet you want to suck my cock don't you sissyslut," Max spoke, peering out the window as they sped down the streets of his hometown.

"Yes, Mr. Daysome, I would gladly pull over and suck that hard cock of yours and let you cum down my throat," Dilyn said truthfully.

"You know your wife loves having me inside her?"

"I know. It's good to know that a real man is taking care of her like I could not."

"I'm going to make you watch as I fuck the shit out of that bitch," Max said in a stern voice.

"And I will be delighted to see the joy you bring to her on her face. Would you mind if I ate her creampie from her pussy?"

"No. That is what you're good for, isn't it, sissy?" Max uttered, belittling the man.

"Yes, Mr. Daysome, I am a failure as a man, but as a woman, you won't find a better cocksucker than I am. Not even Jessica can suck a cock as good as I can," Dilyn said in a proud tone.

"When you don't look like a man, you might get your wish," Max uttered, not really meaning any of it.

"Thank you, Mr. Daysome; I will take great delight in having you cum in my mouth when I become a full woman."

"Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. Daysome," Dilyn spoke in a kind tone as Max exited the car once he had come to a stop in Carol's apartment parking lot.

Max didn't reply to the man as he shut the rear passenger door. Hearing the car pulling away as he walked towards the stairs that led to the second floor of the complex. Pulling out the spare key she had given him as he neared Carol's apartment. Blowing out a breath, wondering what kind of world he had been released into. Pondering if it had always been this perverted and he simply didn't notice. Walking into Carol's living room, noting how she was sleeping on her stomach and how her pussy was staring up at him. Looking down at his cock, wondering if he had one more in him.

Carol was smiling the whole time as she just laid there and allowed her brother to take her pussy. Biting her lip as she felt his cum flooding her. Wondering what he had been doing for there to be so little of it. Not that she minded; after all, she was getting fucked, and that's all that mattered to her.

Saturday, ten am...

Max stood back as the men carried the items Kate had ordered for him into his new home. Watching how two of the men wrestled the stacked washer and dryer into its compartment after hooking up the water, connecting the dryer to the vent outlet, and plugging the machines in. Noting how Kate was sitting on his new couch as the men worked around her while Dilyn stood in the corner out of the way. Seeing her nod when he told her he was going to show the men where he wanted his bed set up and to yell if she needed him.

Seeing the plastic bags that held his new clothes sitting beside the bedroom door, the suits he wore to Kate's club were already hanging in the closet. He was just waiting for his bedroom set to be delivered to store the other items in their drawers. The towels and linens that Kate bought were sitting on the shelves of the small closet situated by his open-walled bathroom. It wasn't the first time he wondered what it would be like to have Kate in that two-person tub with him. Directing the two men who carried up the armchairs to the west side of the room, placing them facing each other against the wide windows that ringed the floor. The round table that went with the two chairs was placed in-between them. Showing the man who brought up the disassembled double bookshelf to its place against the wall so they could anchor it to the brick that made up the structure of the building. Heading back down the stairs as Max left the men to finish the job unsupervised.

Watching Kate placing her hand on his left thigh when he sat down beside her on the couch. Which Max had to admit was rather comfortable. Seeing her smile as his covered hers as the man drilled into the masinary to secure the hanging TV mount to it. While he hasn't spent much time watching TV since his release; for the past six years, all he's had for entertainment was books, something he wasn't about to give up. Which was why the TV was on the third floor and not on the fourth, where he speculated he would be spending most of his free time reading and staring out those huge windows at the world that wronged him. The refrigerator and range were the last items to make the trek up the three flights of stairs. At least he knew he would be getting his cardio in every morning. With the last appliance installed and hooked up, Max escorted the men to his front door; in truth, it was the back door of the building. Hearing the TV going from the third floor as he began to climb the stairs. Only to have Dilyn intercept him on the landing between the first and second floors.

"Shall we head to the store, Mr. Daysome?" Dilyn asked in a submissive tone. "Kate will be staying. I programed the TV for her so she won't be bored while we're away."

Max looked up the stairwell one last time before following Dilyn out the door. What Max or Dilyn didn't know was the moment she heard the door closing and locking Kate began memorizing the layout of the third floor as best she could all so she wouldn't be needlessly tripping or stumbling into things when she was over. She did the same thing when she reached the fourth floor. Knowing that was where she would truly be spending most of her time. Plus, truthfully, in her mind, the first woman who was going to coat his bed in their sex was her. That would forever mark it as her domain; anyone else was just renting her space. Max would be hers regardless of the other sluts he fucked. He would be her man and only her man. Granted, she didn't like how the outer material, that encased the foam mattress, felt, yet, it would do for the moment. Folding up her cane, placing it beside her so it wouldn't get lost as she shimmied out of her pants.

Laying on her back in the middle of the bed with her legs spread. Pushing aside the soft pink panties Jessica had picked out for her to wear that day. Images of Max played across her mind as her fingers danced along her neat, tight labia. Whimpering in want, picturing Max between her legs tasting her sex. Pondering what his tongue would feel like running over it. Tasting her to his heart's content. While she's had plenty of men and women taste her before, they weren't the ones she truly wanted between her legs.

"Yes, Max," Kate whispered as she rubbed her clit. "Isn't this the pussy you want?" she asked the empty room as she lifted her hips, imagining herself rubbing her sex along his mouth as his tongue probed her canal. Gasping as two of her fingers inched into her sex, reaching up with her left hand and rolling her breast as she masturbated to the fantasy that was playing out in her mind. Spreading her labia apart as she came, allowing her juices to jet out and soak into the material that made up the outer casing. Smearing her wet fingers along it as well, so Max would smell her forever and ever.

It was around one in the afternoon when the buzzer rang out announcing that Delvin and Brandy had arrived. Walking down with Kate on his arm and Dilyn trailing after them. The moment Max opened the door, he was greeted with their smiling faces. Delvin was dressed in a nice dark blue dress shirt, black slacks, and matching loafers, while Brandy simply wore a tan trench coat around her body closed tight to keep people from viewing beneath it. Watching how Kate greeted both of them, seeing Delvin nod when Kate told him she would meet him at the club after he was sure his wife would be safe in Max's care.

"We brought you lunch as a housewarming gift; I didn't know what you would like, so I whipped up what you had the last time you were at our restaurant," Delvin said, setting the plastic bag on the island counter once Max welcomed them into his new home.

"Thanks, I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing in the kitchen. The most I can make is cold cereal," Max said with a friendly smile.

"Oh?! There's a tiramisu in here for you as well; I remembered how you wanted to try it," Delvin said, seeing Max nodding vehemently. "It's best to keep it chilled until you're ready to eat it."

"Max, what did you mean? All you know is how to make cold cereal," Brandy asked, watching Max store the container in his refrigerator.

"Well, before I went to prison, my mother was the one who normally cooked our meals. So never learned before then, then well, being on death row didn't give me a lot of time to learn. Kind of hoping I could ask a favor of you, Delvin," Max spoke, turning towards the man as he shut the fridge door.

"Oh? And what is this favor, you ask?"

"Could you like teach me how to cook, nothing fancy, just enough to make something that I won't be poisoning myself to death with," Max joked, getting a laugh out of both of them.

"Sure, I can help you learn a few simple recipes. What're you doing on Monday, say around ten?" Delvin asked, accepting the glass of water from Max. Waving him off when he apologized that he didn't have any wine that they might enjoy.

"Nothing, other than sitting around here bored; why?" Max uttered, handing Brandy her glass.

"Come by the restaurant then, we'll be getting ready to open for lunch so the kitchen won't be too hectic, and I'll show you how to make the best steak you've ever had," his smile widen at the sound of Max's rumbling stomach, "and the fixings to go with it. Brandy here can teach you about wines while we're at it," Delvin said, gesturing to his wife who nodded her head. "You mind if I have a look around the place before I go? I have to think of Brandy's safety."

"Sure, knock yourself out, just don't expect much in lieu of much of anything," Max spoke with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Man, I envey you Max, that's one hell of a view you have up there," Delvin said, walking back down the stairs from the fourth floor when he made sure that Max didn't have anything in the way of harming his wife. He was a little saddened when he saw how spartan the room was that he didn't have one picture of anyone up there or on the third floor.

"Yeah, have to admit its leaps and bounds over the view I had," Max said with a genuine smile.

"Is everything to your satisfaction, honey," Brandy spoke in her submissive tone.

"It is; you take good care of her," Delvin said, holding out his hand to Max.

"I will; you have my word," Max nodded.

"I'll see you both in an hour or so," Delvin said, kissing his wife and leaving her in Max's care.

"Please, eat while it's still warm; it's never good when lobster is reheated," Brandy cooed, her eyes slyly running down his muscles. "So, how is life since you've been out?" she asked as they sat at his dining table big enough to hold six people.

"Weird," Max muttered before taking a bite of his lobster.

"I take it, you enjoy the lobster?" Brandy cooed, seeing the elation on Max's face.

"I do; where did he learn to cook?"

"Delvin studied in France before coming back here to open his restaurant. I hope seafood isn't the only thing you like to eat," Brandy purred, flashing him a flirtatious smile.

"I might be rusty, but I still know my way around a pussy," Max retorted, matching her smile.

"You don't have to worry about protection; I've had a hysterectomy, so you can cum in my pussy as much as you want," Brandy said, feeling her clit throbbing at the thought of bouncing on his cock.

"Can I ask why, without upsetting you?"

"Had cancer, it destroyed my womb and ovaries, so it was best, as my doctor put it, to remove them before it spread to the rest of my body," Brandy said, knowing that was the major cause that nearly broke her marriage if it wasn't for Kate.

"Damn. You're okay now, right?" Max asked in a caring voice.

"Been cancer-free for seven years now, and no sign of it coming back," Brandy said with a firm nod.

"I hope it doesn't. You and your husband, other than Kate, are about the only people I have known since getting released. I hate to see that happen to nice people like the three of you have been to me," Max said, taking the last bite of his lobster and polishing off his risotto.

"What about your family, friends, before you went in?"

"All turned their backs on me, thinking I could do something like that. Well, I say fuck them if they couldn't stand by me when I needed it. So, no, I don't have anyone like that."

"Then you can think of Delvin and me as your friends. If you need anything, even if it's just to talk, you know our number, and you know where to find us every first Wednesday of the month," Brandy said, reaching across the table. "Now, would you like to see what you'll be fucking for the next hour?" Getting up from her seat when Max nodded, her coat fell along her body, displaying her naked form to him.

Sunday, the next day, noon, South Park area...

Max leaned against the fence of what appeared to be a rundown baseball diamond that hadn't seen any use in years. His plain grey shirt sat taut along his chest; the sleeves of it were stretched to the point of ripping as his biceps flexed when he crossed his arms, waiting for one of them to show themselves. His stone-washed blue jeans had that worn-in feel to them as he looked bored. He knew eventually some of the lower members would make themselves known. It was always an uppity fish that had the loudest mouth, and he wasn't wrong as a group of four were mouthing off as they approached him. Telling him that this was Callejones Escondidos 13 territory and if he didn't want to die, he best give them all his money and run his ass home to mommy.

"Good, then I'm in the right place," Max muttered, pushing off the fence.

"Are you deaf? My man said to hand over..." The man dropped to his knees, clutching his throat from the punch Max landed on it.

"Nah-uh-uh, little minnows," Max said darkly, wagging his left index finger when the other three reached for their concealed guns. "Think?! With your heads for once," he intoned, tapping his left temple. "Look at where we are, out in the open for all to see. I, personally, know none of you would make it in prison," Max said, flashing him the tattoo on his left forearm. "Now. You minnows are going to pull out your phones and put me in contact with the person that can get word to Abundio in Lampac."

"Why the fuck would we..." Jumping when Max's right knee connected with their friend's jaw knocking him out cold.

"Because, unlike you minnows, I know what it's like to survive in Lampac; where do you think I got the tattoo, you idiots. Now, I won't ask again unless you, too, want to end up like this fool," Max said, sprinkling the man's hair that was ripped out onto the breeze. "Be sure to tell them Mad Max needs the favor returned when you get in contact. I don't have all day," he growled as they stalled.

"Here, you crazy gringo, he wants to talk to you," the leader said, holding out his phone to Max.

"Speak."

"Do you have any idea who your fucking with?!"

"A punk who doesn't know who he's dicking around?" Max retorted when a strange male voice spoke into his ear.

"I will kill..." Max belted out in laughter at his veiled threat.

"Does it sound like I'm afraid? Do you think you can frighten me? You'll have to do a lot better than an idle threat of death to shake me. I didn't spend six years on death row in Lampac for some putz to dick me around. Now, can you or can't you get my message to Abundio?" Max asked, giving the three that look when they thought he was distracted. He wasn't about to be jumped by some punks pretending to be gangsters.

"How do you know that name?!"

"Let's just say he and I have a history in Lampac. So can you or can't you? If not, get me someone who can and stop wasting my fucking time."

"Fine. What's your message?"

"Tell Abundio I'm calling in his debt. I need someone taken out in gen pop. Tell him this comes from Mad Max; he'll understand the meaning. I'm going to give this fool the red card and the photo. I'm sure somewhere in that grey matter of yours, you know what that means, correct?" Smiling wickedly at the frustration he heard over the line.

"That all gringo?"

"No. I want him gone in three days. We clear?"

"Clear."

"Good. Tell Abundio if he does this; his debt to me is cleared," Max said, tossing the leader's phone back to him. "Give this to the idiot that was just on the line to give to Abundio," he uttered in a cold tone as he held out the red card along with the picture of Darren Soto and where he was being held and his name on the back of the photo. "If you fuck with me, I will find you, and I won't stop just because your ass is knocked out; you feel me? You fools should get out while you can. You'll be someone's bitches before too long, just a word of advice," Max said as he walked off.

He hadn't gone two blocks before someone burped their siren and flashed their lights. "You stop right there and place your hands in the air?" He didn't need to see that he had been drawn on.

"Some reason you're stopping me, officer?" Max asked from over his shoulder.

"You were spotted leaving a highly trafficked drug area..."

"Do I sound high to you?" Max asked, wondering if the speaker was an idiot.

"Then you mind... Max?!" Carol gasped when she saw the outline of the left side of his face.

"Am I..." Sighing in his mind when he peered over his shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" Carol asked, holstering her weapon, gesturing for her rookie to do the same.

"Out for a walk, didn't think that was a crime," Max answered, keeping his hands raised. "Can I go or what?"

"What are you doing on this side of town? South Park isn't a leisurely stroll from your place."

"Visiting old haunts. You know, I have six years to make up for since the police love fabricating evidence on an innocent man. So we going to get this pat-down over with or what?"

"You can put your hands down, Max. Come, let me give you a lift home; this part of town isn't safe..." Carol arched an eyebrow at how her brother just laughed madly at that.

"And you think Lampac was a Sunday picnic? I can handle myself, thank you, I think you of all people should know that, after all, you've read my prison file, have you not?" Max asked, turning towards his sister.

"Still, Max, this isn't an area you want to be in; it isn't the same as it was six years ago," Carol said, pleading with him with her eyes.

"Fine, fine, if the popo wants to give me a ride home, so be it, but I can drive, right?"

"Not on your life," Carol jested, pushing him towards the rear of her cruiser.

"What were you in for?" the rookie asked as Carol drove Max home.

"What part of 'innocent' escaped you?"

"Says here you were in for... partner?!" the rookie looked worryingly at Carol.

"He was cleared of the crime; you might want to click on the attachment before jumping to conclusions, rookie," Carol stated in a teacherly voice.

"Seems like you should have followed your own advice," Max grumbled.

"Max, let's not get into this right now, alright?"

"Fine, fine, I just hope you don't fabricate evidence like that detective did just to railroad an innocent seventeen-year-old," Max uttered, wondering when those lawsuits were going to be filed.

"Stay out of the bad part of town, Max," Carol said once she held the rear door open for him when she had pulled into the rear of the brownstone.

"Uh-huh," Max uttered, pulling out his keys as he walked by his sister. Only to be stopped when Carol took hold of his arm.​