Novel & Cerita Cell Block Tango He Had It Coming

Knowing I had once witnessed Marcelo getting sex toys he was going to use on T-Jay didn't seem to help the situation at all. "You should ask him. I'm busy, baby." Marcelo barked out a laugh, the sound startling me. "Asshole." I winched, rubbing my neck when Marcelo ended the call and I realized this was the moment I walked up to Tyler Hanson and breath the same air as him. "Hey," Carlos called, waving me over. "Are you alright?" Am I really alright? Am I really alright with meeting T-Jay again, and there's no Giovanni to help me escape this room before I pass out from being in the same space as my all-time favorite idol?

The cold green glow of the night vision display made my stomach twist. There, clear as day, was Xavier's face. My persistent ex-husband, who apparently thought a restraining order didn't apply to him. Beta Henry stood next to him, scanning the trees like he expected something to jump out. My heart slammed against my ribs. Then something moved behind them. A third figure stepped into view, gliding forward in total silence. Before I could even process what I was seeing,Tang attacked. Two fast, precise hits. Xavier and Henry dropped like puppets with their strings cut.

“And two would be my fault, the omega and now Tango.” “Don’t feel bad, let’s just find him, okay?” Jeremy said and held my hand. We asked around and there was a search for Tango. Thirty minutes later we found Tango in his quarters, he was in his bathtub. Naked, dead and blue in the face, just like the Omega at the coronation.. I was shocked by the gruesome sight and saddened by another death, but then the truth was out! Wendy! It was Wendy all along! Jeremy and I rushed back to Ares’s office, my voice was unsteady but Jeremy was calmer so he spoke.

Sonia had a sly smile on her face As Mahira looked around the room, a pair of familiar eyes caught her attention, she looked at him for a while before her senses felt numb, ‘wasn’t he the guy from Macao, he had lifted me up and then don’t know how but had ended up dancing with me,’ Mahira thought as her expression changed to one of anger, remembering the fight that this man’s recklessness had caused between her and Tazz, she fumed and turned to look away as he gave her a two finger salute with a charming smile, "She's hot even when she is angry," TJ smiled at the thought, he awaited the day when she would be his and he knew the day wasn't far

He just watched me, like he could see through the bullshit, but wasn’t ready to call me on it. Finally, he said, “The inmates who sparked the fight were detained. Ice Cell. Seven days. That’ll buy you a little breathing room.” I smirked faintly, though it tugged at the stitches in my side. “Detained? That’s a pretty word for frozen alive in a box.” “Call it what you want,” Tommy replied evenly. “It keeps them from finishing the job.” For a second, the room was quiet. Just the beep of some monitor tracking my vitals, the scratch of Anaba’s pen against her clipboard. My body ached like hell, but my mind? My mind was a firestorm of rage and restlessness.

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."

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!”

Hanks heard the sound of a gunshot and Tiago's wail followed by a thud. TBC.

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.