Novels by Joshua Odiskiz

Ryan Carter POVToday I sought vengeance, retribution for the humiliation Samuel put me through.He tortured me, and totally embarrassed me on this cursed solitary concrete floor.The moment I tried to pick up the belt, he notices my movement and steps on my hands. The disturbing crack envelops the whole room.What follows is my agonizing scream. I feel all my bones cracking. His boots are hard and merciless, judgmental enough to shatter my bones and tendons.He doesn't stop. He uses his fists to hit me over and over again till I lose all will to fight.“You shouldn't have done that, Carter. You think getting rid of me will save you in this hellhole? I am your greatest ally as well as your nemesis. Victor and Mateo Cruz will feast on you like a living sacrifice if I was out of the picture.” He grabs my hair hard as he whispers those words into my ears.................The remaining days here are horror, pain, and fear intertwined to break me.The darkness is even more torturous. It h

Michael POVI seach up and down the bed for my phone, or even his, I need to call an ambulance.I ran up and down the room like a mad dog, His eyes are open, empty and lifeless. No pulse to comfort me. No breath to lift my spirit.Who the hell shot him, and what sought of mess have I gotten myself intoAs I bask on the thought, One sharp sound jolts me back to reality.The door bursts Open. "Police! Don't move!"Everything happens so fast that I'm too confused to even mutter a word.The angry cob grabbs my hand forcing me to the ground.What's going on? I yell at the officer "I didn't do anything!""Save your explanation" an angry cop barks at me snapping a cold handcuff around my wrist.I glance at the bed and then try to negotiate with the cop "He was alive a few minutes ago... I...I heard gunshot"But their activities are calm and calculated. The arrest, the failure to even ask me about the condition of Ethan. Then it hit me.They already knew what to do! I feel stupid. this is al

Michael’s POVThis was the first time I disagreed with Ryan. Damn, such a pathological liar, it is very embarrassing.Ryan was many things. He was reckless, brilliant, infuriating, and sometimes calm.But a liar? I doubt it until this call.I stare blankly into space, pressing the phone tightly against my ear. I clench my fist so much that my fingers sink into my palm.“You must think I’m a baby to believe such,” I murmur gloomily.“Say it again,” I mutter.Ryan’s voice roars through the phone, and I can feel his frustration and anguish, but his words are too hard to swallow. “I said, I didn’t do it.”I exhale deeply, running a hand through my messy hair. “They have evidence, Ryan. Glaring evidence.”“Those… those are fabricated.”“What about the witnesses? What about the videos? What do you want me to believe?” I bark in frustration.“They paid witnesses, manipulated those videos. I... I didn’t do it!!!”This time his voice is loud and sharp. “Why… why… why the hell are you sounding

Ryan Carter POV"Carter!!! What the heck!!! You better stay indoors, cause if you step out, you definitely die today." My roommate warns, but I refuse to listen."Just let me be, Imp. I can't keep running forever." I yawn lazily as I stroll out of my cell.The first rule of Black Ridge is simple. "If you fall, You die."The blade flashes before I even see the man holding it. All through the week I have been preparing myself for this moment.Once the rotten chicken leg drops in front of you, it means you've been challenged to a life and death duel.You dare not ignore the match. You dare not shy away from the warning. If you do, they'll find a way of killing you anyway.They'll end you in the most ruthless, unsettling manner."Move, Carter!" someone shouts from behind, but it's too late.The sharp dagger comes straight for my ribs.I twist sideways as the blade misses my vital organ by an inch, grazing my stomach with infinite pain.The rusted metal sticks to my shirt as the pain tears