Cell Block Tango He Had It Coming Novels & Stories

That maybe—just maybe—Tasha Mackenzie was more than a girl running from cartel men and childhood scars. She was potential. And potential like hers could start wars. Joseph closed the file. The door creaked behind him. He turned sharply, ready to snarl, but it was Tania. She looked unimpressed. "You're bleeding on my floor," she said flatly. Joseph looked down. The cuff of his coat was torn. A thin line of blood trickled from his wrist. "I had an encounter on the road," he said. Tania walked in, unbothered. "You shouldn't be here."

she smiled. “How the mighty has fallen don’t be scared we don’t bite,” Santiago walks in his arrogant smirk plastered on his face. With a shove he sent me falling to the ground hitting my head on a Little rock. Ouch that hurts a lot I whimper gritting my teeth against the other moaning back the pain. “Lock her up in the cage!” She dismisses. “Tagon!” A scream erupted in my throat, tears spilling once again as I managed to glance at his body. His skin turned the whitest pale. I prayed silently that he persevered.

Miguel returned, a smirk taking the sting from his words. They ate in silence, the weight of the day gradually lifting. ________________________________________ Meanwhile, Tania stood in a darkened alley, her phone pressed to her ear. “Are the preparations in place?” she asked, her tone sharp. “Almost,” came the reply. “But Vega’s getting impatient. He wants results.” “He’ll get results when I’m ready,” Tania snapped. “Until then, tell him to stay out of my way.” She ended the call, her mind racing.

My tattoo glows, my irises darken and the wound on my head begins to heal and knit itself back together. “Why Duane didn’t make you do that the moment you woke in the hospital is beyond me” “He wanted to play Doctors and Nurses” I respond as I open my eyes again and stand. Gripping onto the bandage on my head and unravelling it slowly. “Of course, he did. How he managed to convince them to alter their decision is still a mystery” Just as I go to speak and envelope slides under the door and Dimetrius growls. “I wondered how long it would take him to come up here. He’s been standing outside at the Crossroads for god knows how long”

“Not much, just a jaw and a rib maybe.” My smile widened at their conversation. Carmelo’s family was so sick and I loved it. Turns out, Celia only needed a ‘bee talk’ because she was already good verbally and with fists. I needed to teach her about men out there. I followed them to the car with bodyguards behind us, holding our absurd numbers of shopping bags.

“He’s a crazy motherf*cker, I know that. When he attacked me, he kept whispering in my ear, telling me how he was gonna teach me how to tango and crazy sh*t like that.” Agent Jane shook her head while looking back up at Agent Vernon. “I just wished we could have stopped him before he put the bomb on that baby’s leg.” Agent Jane pointed down at the gunman. She put her hand up to her head, and she felt the slight essence of a migraine settling in. “You think Agent Cho is gonna be able to shut off the bomb?” Agent Vernon asked his question with doubts in his mind.

Archer smirked and I glared at him "Don't drive home , go take a taxi" Morris reminded. I walked out from the club and walked to my car. I got inside my car and felt very dizzy. I took my phone out and tried to find Kimberly's phone number. Brooklyn gave it to me yesterday. I looked at it and I knew I'm drunk right now I dialed her number and put the phone to my ear "Hello" My breath got hitch when she answered it. I wanted to say something but my voice didn't came out

Suddenly appearing behind him Dantzler delivers a vicious punch to his back sending Charlie flying forward as he takes a single step again and disappears) Tango: (Now getting a clear sight of the situation is seeing Charlie being bounced around like a pinball, then suddenly launched into the air on top of tango's pilot window. After a few seconds Charlie slowly slides off the window and Tango stares blankly, unsure of what to say then with rage in his eyes he begins to fire everything in his arsenal) Ya muddaskunt!!! (Releasing Four missiles all at once) [Meanwhile Downstairs Xanne has noticed the commotion and Kimora is slowly beginning to wake up]

It soothed my stomach, even if it didn’t actually touch my nerves. My phone vibrated in my hand. As I started to glance at the caller ID, the door splintered inward. I froze. Boots thundered over the carpet in the main room. Bullets flew. The caller ID read “Killian.” It was over. Tom was dead, and so was I. The bastard had won. No. That was damsel in distress behavior. After all this fucking time, I was going to go down fighting.

Flora’s. “And Victoria?” His voice again. “She played her part. Now she’s disposable. Like anyone who outlives their usefulness.” He spins, eyes darting across the rusted steel. A red light blinks atop a nearby boxcar. A camera. Streaming. Live. “No,” he whispers. “No, no, no—” Spotlights flare, cutting through the shadows. Boots thunder. Tactical shouts fill the yard. “Damien Vance! Hands where we can see them! Get on the ground!”