When guards came to apparently collect him, Oz didnât know what the fuck was going on. Apparently Roman had taken off without a word and so Oz was no longer claimed and on a one-way ticket back to the cells. He put up a bit of a fight, mostly because he was fucking pissed. Someone heâd trusted, gone without so much as a goodbye. Claim collar ripped off and that good-old leather crap strapped back around his neck as he was shoved into a cell. âHope the black eye fucking hurts fuck-face!â Oz growled to the guard heâd clocked right in the face when theyâd come to collect him before the cell was slammed shut behind him. âBack into the fucking dog house.â
â I have to say, that is quite a show. It looks like it hots like hell. I didnât even see the punch and I know it is a ten out of ten.â They said giving him a round of applause, leaning over the cell door.  â Now what got you in a sour mood, new here? Didnât read the fine print, someone pissed in your corn flakes?â They teased.
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