TRISTIAN’S POV I learned back in the plush chair with a glass of whiskey in my hand as I watched the cards being dealt on the table in front of me. As much as I did not like this place, I was grateful for things like this, things that would make me feel a sense of freedom even though I was locked in prison. The room was dim, almost dark, but my eyes had already gotten accustomed to the slight darkness. The air was also thick with the smell of cigar smoke and the sound of laughter as my fellow inmates discussed on top of their voices. This was not what most people would picture when they thought of a prison but then again, I was not most people because I had contacts and I had people who would help me no matter what situation I was in stop even though it had been impossible to get me out of here, I had been able to leave the way I wanted and not by anybody's rules. There was nothing more satisfying than that. I was still figuring out a way to get myself out of this precarious situat
TRISTIAN’S POVI was sitting at the card table with my guys the next day, normally trying to relax and enjoy the game. The temporary escape that it provided from the reality of where we were was more than anything I could ask for especially considering the circumstances that surrounded us. For me, this was just another way to pass the time until I could get out of here. I had just won another round and the pile of chips in front of me was getting larger and that was when one of the boys, Charlie, walked into the room. He was a very busy person and today was not an exception. He had been out, doing some jobs on the outside. He did not look like much as he was just a bit scruffy, always with a lazy smile on his face but he was no doubt used to it. And right now, the expression in his face told me that he had something important to say. "Tristan," Charlie called me and nodded his head for me to come over. I raised an eyebrow as I was curious about what he had to say this time but not t
ADELINE’S POVI was sitting on the edge of the sofa and my phone was gripped tightly in my hand. I had been trying so hard to get through but every time I did, it did not work. The screen was that and I stared at it as if simply looking at it would light up the phone with a message or a call but nothing came. I was very confused about why this was happening because it was not usually like this, anytime I called he would quickly answer or call back almost immediately but this was the third time I had called him but there was still no response and it made me worry so much. I wonder if he was safe or if something bad had happened to him on the way while going back home. I did not want to think about that but anything could be possible and because this kind of thing never happened before, I was bound to worry. I needed to call someone close to him to confirm if everything was okay with him but I did not know anybody to call so I continue to Hope that maybe he would come back sometime la
MATT’S POVI have been calmer lately, much calmer. Ever since the lawyer came and told me the plan, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders because I have got something to look forward to now and that thing was a way out of this place, this prison that I detested so f****** much. Well, I did not think anybody loved this place but I just wanted to leave and it was great for me because I had a chance most of them did not. And even those who had the chance did not have the balls to take the risk. Everyday, I just went through the motions and worked quietly, keeping my head down and waiting for the signal. My lawyer had not yet returned since that day so I guess he was still figuring out the structure of this building and the way he could penetrate and get me out. The escape plan was not something that would happen overnight but knowing it was in the works gave me hope. All I had to do was to stay out of trouble, keep a low profile as he had suggested and wait for the rig
TRISTAN’S POVI couldn't hide my smiles as my mind went over the future and the pretty pictures prospect would paint soon. It was just a matter of time before every piece of puzzle would fit perfectly. I couldn't wait for the time to come. That's when I thought about it.Being in this prison was a strange mix of boredom and opportunity. My days were characterised by drinking, playing cards, passing time and moments when I was uncharacteristically self-absorbed, as I thought about my future and things I would do once I was out of here and also things I needed to do while being in here. There was a lot to take care of, actually. I'd been biding my time for the perfect moment, because I knew that if I wanted to make an Impact, I needed to create chaos. Chaos that would bring Matt closer to me, make him owe me something. After all, he was the only one who has been a real rival to me. Both of us wanted Adeline, and it made him a prime target. The plan was simple. I used my connections
MATT’S POVI couldn't believe it when I reached into my pocket and found out my phone was missing. My heart jumped and a cold sweat followed, breaking out on my forehead. That phone was everything. It had all the plans, all the connections, everything I needed to escape this hellhole. I could feel the panic slowly clawing at me and I quickly scanned the area, trying to remember when last I had it. Has someone taken it? Was it gone for good? Or had the police stumbled upon it. I felt like the walls of the prison were closing in on me, like I was trapped with no way out. All my hard work, all the money I had spent to get this far, would be for nothing if that phone was gone. Shit! I hissed internally when I remembered that I hadn't checked my phone for two days now. I only checked at night and yesterday I had been so preoccupied with the thoughts of what happened the day before before the bullies attacked me and nearly killed me if Tristan hadn't helped. I couldn't believe that this w
ADELINE'S POVI couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with Xannder and this time around I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Last time I had the hope that he was going to call me back big right now Ie ad more than certain that he was not going to call and that told me that something had happened. Something I needed to find out as soon as possible. It gnawed at me and made it impossible to focus on anything at all. I tried calling him again, but the call didn't go through- just like the last dozen times. My heart kept pounding in my chest each and every time that I thought about it. I stared at my screen and still had the hope that something was going to happen, that he would call me.back but it was no use once more. The call dropped even after I called him back to know if I would hear anything. I was left with nothing but silent and the damming feeling that there was no needing hoping that it would change. I needed to go back. I needed to go see him and find out wha
XANDER'S POVI leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. My mind was all over the place, trying to make sense of everything that had happened recently. The whole idea of having a sister, someone who was supposed to be a part of my life, was still something I couldn't fully wrap my head around. I wasn't even sure how to feel about it. She was supposed to be my sister. But nothing about it felt right. I glanced over at her, sitting on the other side of the room. She looked calm, almost too calm, as if nothing in the world could bother her. Her posture was percent and the look on her face was what particularly struck me the most. It was serene. It was just as if she was at peace with everything. And despite that, there was something about her that made me uneasy. The way she moved. The way she spoke. It all...felt off. she was playing a parr, trying too hard to be someone she wasn't. Well, wasn't that the way it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be awkward and weird. I h