Novels by Joshua Odiskiz

Michael POVThe circles widen around me, the men getting ready to hunt me like hungry packs of wolves. It’s really unfortunate how someone as dangerous as I am could be misprofiled that easily. Even with my muscular build, height, and fighter’s aura, they think I’m just another fighter to be picked on and bullied.How wrong they are.As the men begin to move, I form a stance ready for action. But this time, it doesn’t play out how I expect. It seems Samuel Vale gave me up, because these men tread carefully.After looking for an opening, they attack in unison, using their numbers to their advantage and trying their best to be sneaky. It’s gruesomely overwhelming and fascinating how they attack.Five of them throw punches with great precision, going for my vitals. Of course, these men are crude in their fighting approach, but they sure have years of fighting experience. It shows in their approach.Mateo Cruz’s dogs keep going relentlessly, and within minutes, I am already growing increa

Michael POVAs these thoughts linger in my mind, I feel another cool sensation, as if he has dipped his hands in ice, and his fingers feel sharper as he stands behind me.The office suddenly feels smaller after Bishop’s offer, yet the man carries himself with the confidence of someone who owns not just the room, but every breathing thing inside it.Samuel Vale does not step away after the offer. Instead, he comes closer. His fingers continue their slow journey over my back, tracing the ridges of muscle there as though inspecting merchandise he intends to purchase. The touch is light, almost lazy, but every movement is deliberate enough to make my skin crawl.“You are tense,” he murmurs behind me, his voice getting deeper and soothing to the ears like a snare lying in wait for its prey.I stand frozen as his breath fans against the side of my neck, mint and chocolate poisoning the air around me. “Most men would kill for what I’m offering,” he says.His palm slides to my shoulder, squee

Micheal POVMeeting Ryan is not a coincidence.“Really, why are you here?” he asks.“They framed me too,” I reply with sincerity in my eyes. “I’m really sorry for ever doubting you. I’m gonna get you outta here.”“It’s impossible,” Ryan replies bitterly.“Not if I have the blueprints of this place, it isn’t.”As the words leave my mouth, I see the temporary glimpse of excitement in his eyes. I could kill to see that expression once more.“Let’s go, Ryan! Keep moving!” a guard interrupts us as they drag him away to maximum security.............Returning from the chapel to my cell, all kinds of thoughts creep into my head, the words of the Linton brother, the threat from Jamal and his godfather O’riley, and most importantly, getting Ryan out of maximum security and away from Blackridge at large.“I got a disturbing message, Micheal. They are gonna take her from me.” Oliver sits on his bed, trouble written all over his face. “She’s supposed to come over for a routine visit on Tuesday.

MICHAEL POVThe wind grazes my skin like a long-lost lover, but anticipation and guilt overwhelm me as the cold shower from rusted pipes attacks my skin.Today, I will finally get to meet Ryan and get things off my chest.Then my eyes catch a commotion. A troubled kid sticks to the corners of the bathroom walls, his eyes full of reproach.I notice the blood flowing from his laps, and my heart breaks in uttermost dismay. I remember those words, “pick up the soap,” and how he had that unfortunate human rod forced into his butthole without consent.This is another victim of Blackridge brutality, and perhaps the Almighty sent me here to get the kid out of trouble.“You so sweet, pretty boy. Your wet cunt and the oud hummmn, its giving. Amma liking it, booooy!”Those words cut deeper than knives ever could. I see the fear and horror in the kid’s eyes the moment he hears it.“Come here, boy!” Jamal commands.The kid trembles, but obeys.“Let him go!” I speak out angrily.“Mind your fucking b

Michael’s POVThe prison doesn’t sleep; it shifts, breathing through the shadows, and every step you take inside it feels like walking deeper into unleashed danger. And I am about to find out.The man roars with so much power, as he stretches grabbing my back.“Do you go around making enemies of strangers?” I ask, concern laced in my voice.“It’s just a question, dog, or you want to pick up a rotten chicken leg over a question?”“Ryan is my brother,” I answer flatly.“Oh, welcome to Blackridge, brother! The enemy of my enemy is my friend! Mateo Cruz has been on our toes, and Ryan right there, he’s been the only pookie with balls to go up against the Kingsman gang!”I see the excitement in his face, but I am not willing to tie myself to any affiliation, and I still don’t want to turn them down. It’s better not to form enemies this early.The more you avoid trouble, the more trouble finds you in its entirety. Before I can say a word, Oliver interrupts their interrogation.“Scram away, J

Episode 5: Weight of EntryMichael POVI step out of the car and set foot in Blackridge, as the scorching sun burns through my skin, its aggressiveness raw and unyielding, pressing down on me like a punishment before I have even crossed the gates.The guards lick their lips in anticipation, ready to welcome new prey into the dungeon of adversity, their eyes sharp and eager, while the gang members and bodybuilders inside the yard smile in anticipation like tigers waiting for antelopes to enter the arena.The gates creak open, heavy and final, and for a brief second, the outside world feels like a memory already slipping away. Then I lock eyes with Ryan.He looks troubled and has dark circles under his eyes, like a raccoon starved of sleep for ages, his face sharper than I remember, his body carrying so much weight.“I am here to save you, Ryan. This system will burn under our feet,” I murmur under my breath, low enough for no one else to hear.His stare is cold and distant, his lips ho