Marcus's POVI never imagined prison would smell like this.Every morning I woke to the sour stench of damp concrete, sweat, and rusted iron. The food was barely edible, cold by the time it reached my cell, and even the water tasted metallic. Sleep never lasted long. Someone was always shouting. Someone was always fighting. Every night I closed my eyes wondering if the next morning I would wake up with another bruise.Andrew had made sure of that.The men inside didn't know me as Marcus Calloway, CEO of Calloway Industries. To them, I was the monster who supposedly led the Blackwings. The guards looked at me with disgust, and the inmates looked at me as easy money. Someone had paid them well. Every chance they got, they shoved me into walls, punched me when the cameras weren't looking, or made sure every meal became another reminder that I didn't belong there.Ironically, most of them had committed crimes far worse than the ones I was accused of, yet somehow… I was the villain.Andr
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