Inmates of Pengrass Penitentiary Series by Becca Vale

I’ve been in and out of prison for the last twenty years. More in than out, but it’s worth it. The shit I’ve done to keep getting me sent back here is all for a good cause—taking care of my family.I had to. I may not have been a man yet when my father was taken out, but I still had to step up and be man of the house. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done to take care of the ones he couldn’t. My mother, two sisters, and my sweet little baby brother.And fuck if I haven’t done right by them... moreI’ve been in and out of prison for the last twenty years. More in than out, but it’s worth it. The shit I’ve done to keep getting me sent back here is all for a good cause—taking care of my family.I had to. I may not have been a man yet when my father was taken out, but I still had to step up and be man of the house. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done to take care of the ones he couldn’t. My mother, two sisters, and my sweet little baby brother.And fuck if I haven’t done right by them. Given them a good life. A life that I’ve kept myself the fuck out of, so they can stay happy and sheltered from everything that’s ugly in this world. I’ve taken all the hits myself so they’d never have to… but now someone’s fucked with my baby brother. He’s been framed him for a crime that he didn’t commit.When he ends up here, at Pengrass Penitentiary, an innocent little angel thrown in with a few thousand violent criminals who will eat him up and spit him back out bloody if I don’t find a way to protect him, I know I can’t let that happen. I’ll do whatever it takes, fucking anything, to keep my baby brother safe.Even if that means making him mine. less

Fifteen years ago my brother landed in prison. Not the first time… for either of us. It was just a fluke that I happened to be living free when he got sent up. I probably would have been right back there with him before long if not for the fact that the state dumped his four-year-old son on me.I hadn’t really paid any attention to the boy before the day they handed him over to me, but the moment David became mine, everything fucking changed... moreFifteen years ago my brother landed in prison. Not the first time… for either of us. It was just a fluke that I happened to be living free when he got sent up. I probably would have been right back there with him before long if not for the fact that the state dumped his four-year-old son on me.I hadn’t really paid any attention to the boy before the day they handed him over to me, but the moment David became mine, everything fucking changed.Those big gray eyes and sweet, shy little smiles? There’s nothing on this earth that would be worth losing those, so I went straight, stayed on the right side of the law, and raised my nephew as my own.But I didn’t raise him soft, with hugs and smiles and all that shit. I wouldn’t even know how since it wasn’t the way I was raised, either. But my Davito is a good boy, and he doesn’t need to hear me say it to know it’s true. He doesn’t need me to tell him how important he is to me, because I’m here when I could have walked away, and actions speak louder than words.But then, thanks to a few private moments caught on a security camera, I find out that maybe he does need to hear that shit after all. I discover that he actually responds very fucking well to a little praise and encouragement. So well that giving it to him becomes kinda addicting… less

When I was incarcerated at Pengrass Penitentiary twenty years ago, my brother cut me out of his life. Before that, we were close. Then the girl he knocked up claimed she didn’t want their son to be exposed to the “bad influence” of a convict, and that was that.I never met the kid.Never spoke to my brother again.Sure as hell never wanted to anything to do with the woman who got me cast out from my own fucking family... moreWhen I was incarcerated at Pengrass Penitentiary twenty years ago, my brother cut me out of his life. Before that, we were close. Then the girl he knocked up claimed she didn’t want their son to be exposed to the “bad influence” of a convict, and that was that.I never met the kid.Never spoke to my brother again.Sure as hell never wanted to anything to do with the woman who got me cast out from my own fucking family.But here she is, twenty years later—halfway through my sentence—begging me to look out for her son. For my nephew. The kid she was so fucking sure had to be kept away from me so I didn’t ruin him.But it turns out I wasn’t the bad influence. He’s gone and gotten himself sentenced to Pengrass all on his own, no influence required.His mother claims he’s a delicate little flower who won’t survive in here, and that because I’m his uncle, because I’m family, I need to look out for him. Protect him. Make sure this shithole doesn’t chew him up and spit him back out broken.But fuck that.No one looked out for me. Protected me. And Pengrass has abso-fucking-lutely chewed me up and tried to break me… all while my so-called family turned their backs and left me with no one to rely on but myself.So now? I can’t imagine anything sweeter than karma coming full circle and taking revenge on my behalf by kicking this boy while he’s down and then crushing him under Pengrass’s heel.At least, I can’t imagine anything sweeter until I actually meet him. It turns out, Sami is a delicate little flower. His mother was right about that. He’s far too fucking sweet for this corrupt place and no, he won’t survive in here. Not without me. less