Novel & Cerita Cell Block Tango He Had It Coming

“But not on the desk. That’s Santiago’s private drawer.” I dared a peek through a crack in the curtain. It wasn’t Emilio. It wasn’t even a security guard. It was Santiago himself. Up close, Santiago Torres looked even more terrifying than I imagined. Slick black hair. Sharp jaw. A scar down his neck like a knife had once tried to silence him. He was calm—but the kind of calm that meant danger. A tiger before the pounce. He walked toward the desk, dragging his fingers along the edge. My phone was still inside the bottom drawer.

I said. Stan, a hybrid, half-human and wolf, nodded and dialled a number in my burner phone. He pressed the loud speaker and we waited patiently for Santiago to pick the call. “Tiago,” a baritone voice answered the call. The room was a fucking silent. Santiago didn’t answer in the first ring but the third time. The bastard always took his sweet time. I tapped my table and leaned back in my chair. “Tiago, it's me Ace,” I said and brought another cigar to my mouth and lit it.

The gas burned my throat and eyes, but I pushed through, adrenaline driving me forward. Thiago kicked open the door, and we stumbled into the fresh air, coughing and gasping. “Is everyone okay?” I managed between breaths. Thiago nodded, his gaze sharp as he scanned the area. “For now. But this isn’t over.” As we caught our breath, a phone rang—a burner phone Thiago had picked up earlier. He answered it, his expression hardening as he listened. When he hung up, his face was grim. “What is it?” I asked, dread pooling in my stomach.

Yes, This is it, master. Ok then let's rock and roll if I remember I was watching a movie like that and I copied its phrase, and it's good news because I'm now more willing to take any enemies then taso punches the big door, and then it explodes into pieces and, shocking the people inside the room. What the! Hello2x, Tasoshi saya has arrived to kill every one of you. Ho are you, where did you come from? Mr. Tanaka was using his shield, Achilles the great.

Harvey York dodged backward while mentally counting time. Boom! The cut landed right on the exquisite piano behind Harvey, splitting it in half. “Bastard!” Taro Akano’s expression completely worsened after seeing that none of his attacks even scraped Harvey. Right at this moment, Harvey’s phone rang. He took a glance at his phone with a nonchalant expression, then calmly said, “Game over, Taro. “I’ll give you a chance. Give me the medicine and kneel, then start talking.”

“Had something I needed to finish.” He placed the box on my lap and stood back, arms crossed over his chest like he was gauging my reaction. His eyes flicked between me and the box. “What is it?” I asked, fingers already slipping under the edge of the lid. “Just open it.” Inside was the newest phone on the market — a sleek matte black device, still covered in protective film. Top-of-the-line. Expensive. Flawless. My breath hitched. “This is…” “I know I took your old one,” he said, his voice low. “I was angry. I didn’t think straight. You deserved better than that. I should’ve trusted you then.”

Castle. I first spotted Tomas as I walked out of the sex club and descended to the main club. He was leaning against the bar, his firm rigid with his eyes flicking between the entrance and the two people seated near him. It was almost like he was trying to decide whether to throw them out or protect them. My eyes drifted to the two people sitting at the bar: Rowan The Casablanca and his daughter, Adriana. I didn’t stop walking. I just tilted my head at Tomas, giving him a silent order and then climbed the stairs to my office, my mind racing at the weight of whatever they wanted to talk about.

Jayden stepped inside, his expression unreadable. “Get up,” he said, his voice a mix of steel and fire. I narrowed my eyes at him, my instincts screaming to fight back. “What now? Another round of baseless accusations?” Jayden smirked, but there was no humor in it. “You talk a lot for someone in your position. Let’s go.” When I didn’t move, he strode over, yanked me to my feet, and half-dragged me out of the cell. His grip was firm but not painful, and I hated how my skin tingled where his fingers brushed against mine.

But no, he'd cut me loose, and I wouldn't deny that it took some time to move on. Ryan's eyes narrowed. "Why would I stoop that low because of a woman?" He took a step closer, his voice venomous "You're not just a snake, you're an arrogant piece of shit. You had one of my men taken out." I raised an eyebrow, a look of mock innocence on my face “I don't recall ever coming across any of your men." Ryan's smirk returned. "Don't play dumb. I'm talking about Victor, the guy your bodyguards carried out of the bar that night. The one with the tattoo of a knife on his neck"

My body shook with the heaviness of the shock and agony of the events. What happened? Somewhere along the stairway, I heard a loud bang as my head snapped towards the direction of the sound. Through my teary eyes, I saw the turquoise eyed man standing there, with a look of hollowness and vehemence plastered on his face.