The Castillo Cartel: Dear Marvin

Marvin“Marvin!”I looked at my younger brother, Santiago, who ran into the visitation room and flew into my arms. No, he wasn’t ten-years-old, he was twenty-one but tented to behave like a toddler.“What’s up, Santiago!” I greeted him and pulled him into an embrace. The last time I’d seen him outside of this place was a week before his seventeenth birthday. “Let me take a good look at you.” I smiled at him.“Look!” Tiago spoke with open arms. He stood in a proud stance and waited for me to praise him. “I am looking. You look healthy!”I looked behind Tiago and nodded at Panther. He wasn’t only a great asset to the family but also my bodyguard and my best friend. He was more than a best friend. He was like my brother.He protected Tiago, just as he promised, and when I got out of here, he would be the first one to get a big reward.

Marvin—Hi again, Lena.I wasn’t done talking to you, so it’s a bit rude of you to cut off our conversation, don’t you think?I would’ve never guessed you were a 21-year-old, but I like your energy.Thanks for the heart, although you missed the big letters, displaying this is NOT a dating site, I feel flattered.Now that I know your age, I want to know more about you. What are your hobbies? What are your goals?Waiting for your reply,Marvin(Ps. please stop with the emojis.)— “Is there anything wrong with my reply?” I asked my lawyer, Steven Laine. We had a meeting about the upcoming court date, and I felt the need to show him that I had finally replied to someone on the message board. The only issue was t

96 hours until releaseMarvin—Dear Marvin,The heart didn’t mean anything, and it’s just the way I talk. I know this is not a dating site, and I’m not looking for anyone to date either!!!Anyway, about my hobbies. I originally planned on becoming a lawyer, but I work as a mixologist at a small cocktail bar, so it clearly hasn’t worked out. I’m a bit too embarrassed to admit it, but I don’t really have any goals yet, but what’s the rush?(If things go wrong, I can always marry some rich guy🤑)Enough about me. You seem way too intelligent to be in prison, and you have a ridiculously long list of felonies. My question for you is, where did it go wrong, and how can I prevent the same thing from happening to me?From,Lena&mda

48 hours until releaseMarvin“Castillo, you have a visitor,” Stanfield spoke. I looked through the little glass of the steel door and furrowed my eyebrows."I'm not expecting anyone. Tell them to leave.”Stanfield opened the door and pushed me against the wall before he forcefully put me in handcuffs. “Hey!” I spoke, irritated. “Did you not hear me?”“I did.” Stanfield chuckled. “But I’m not going to tell Mario Castillo to come back another time. You can do it yourself.”Wait a minute.“My dad came to visit?”“The one and only,” Stanfield confirmed while he guided me out. The times he came to visit weren’t many, and I could count them on my hands. When he visited, it usually didn’t mean any good and often meant Santiago had screwed up again.The only thing I coul

0 hours until releaseMarvin“Freedom!” I yelled out as I opened my arms and took in the smell of the fresh air. I was officially free, which meant I was officially working with the DEA to take down the Hernandez and officially a certified rat.Panther let out an annoyed huff and wrapped his suit jacket around my shoulder.“It’s cold. Please watch yourself.”“I am watching myself, and I look good, right, Laine?” I asked my lawyer. He patted me on my back with a forced smile on his face. “Panther is right, it’s a change of environment, and we don’t want you getting sick.”I rolled my eyes at their boring behavior and focused my attention on Stanfield, who had followed me outside. “I’m surprised you didn’t offer me your jacket,” I told him. “I thought you might because you followed me all the way up here&md