El Diablo Prisoner 소설 & 이야기

Diablo let out a little chuckle as he pulled me to his chest. “Sometimes I find myself wondering how I would have been if you were not in my life.” Diablo said, making me smile. I looked up at him and shook my head in question, giving him a gentle smile. “And how do you think it would have been?” “I don't even want to know, nor do I want to think about imagining that day without you in my life. Because I know for a fact that without you in my life, I wouldn't be the man that I am today. I wouldn't be carrying this humanity that I'm having in me today. I know that the man that I am would have killed Alonzo whether or not he liked it, whether or not it went against me. Until today, I am still

When he saw Dante calmly approaching him with a chair, Cain angrily threw a punch to hit Dante, but the prison boss easily moved to the side and slammed the iron chair right on his back, adding to the pain. A piercing scream echoed around the room, getting every inmate to stop what they were doing to watch. Dante, as expected, didn't show Cain mercy. He gave the huge inmate three more slams on the back, got his chair snatched by a furious Cain who thought he was wise, but ended up taking heavy blows from the psycho boss himself. "Yes! Beat him up!" The prisoners chanted, taking Dante's side. Even the cops who were fed up with Cain's bullying, joined in the chant, supporting Dante!

“What the hell is going on? Is any of this true?” Ellie’s face was pale. She dragged a hand through her hair, tugging hard. “This…this was back when Damien was still the prodigal asshole. Partying, reckless, running with the wrong crowd and street gang. There’s a chance some of it is real. I… I honestly don’t know anymore.” We were all dazed, staring at the screen where reporters kept shouting over each other and Olivia just stood there, still smiling that same chilling smile. Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open.

Or show any sign of weakness. "I want you to understand something." Dante's tone was...soft. Even if his voice was laced with vulnerability, his grip on her only tightened. "You can't begin to imagine how innocent he was. Cain... he.. He didn't deserve any of this. He didn't even belong in this life." His fingers dug in, bruising. "I did everything I could to protect him. To keep him away from people like you." His voice betrayed him and broke slightly, showing a rare glimpse of grief. But just as quickly, his expression hardened again, like cold steel.

He even came to me, asking if I wanted to pick out tokens for our mate bond ceremony. At that moment, I decided to give him one last chance. I had no idea my final act of hope would become my prison. I died because I was too soft-hearted in love.

Inside a narrow, stuffy room, a man sat leaning against the wall. His beard grew unkempt, his eyes were sunken, and his body looked thinner than the last time the public saw him. That man was Damian - Elena's ex-husband, who was now serving time for his actions in holding and kidnapping Elena.

I had confusion written all over my face as I waited for an answer. “Diablo is the person who shot at us, he is a mafia boss. His mafia is the strongest in the country and they have more power than we do. He's the worst kind of person on earth and when scum meets with power, that's a very terrible combination. The last thing you'd want to do is to get on his bad side, cause when you do he would make you regret it. And Saint has been on neutral grounds with him for years, I wonder what changed.” He says and with each word he said my face whitened. "That's Daniel.” I say, my voice barely a whisper as I stared in shock.

After spending time arranging all that, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, I was changing and I could feel it slowly. I went under the shower and put on the shower to cleanse my body and it helped bring down my throbbing Heart. After freshening up I wore a pair of shorts and shirt and went straight to my bed and laid on it, and slowly my eyes became weak and I slowly slept off. Lucy’s pov. “Elliot, is Dominic not acting straight?” I asked him. Because it’s not adding up at all. “I don’t know what you mean Lucy,” Elliot says. “It’s weird how that prisoner is being treated, she is not treated as a prisoner properly,Elliot” I said to him while using my right hand to mess up with my hair.

We stopped when the left side of the car faltered on one side when it's wheel dislocated from the cart. "We have some what of a situation," Elliot said rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, we do," Darius added looking toward the cart. "What's going on? Not everybody all at once," I replied agitated. "There's prisoners back here with bags over their heads," Elliot explained. "How many?" I asked walking toward the back. "Two," Darius answered leaping on the back to drag them both off. I watched in amusement when the larger prisoner wouldn't budge. The smaller one obviously a she-wolf I assumed moved easily when Elliot threw her over his shoulder.

Compared to everything I’ve been through, I’m truly grateful for Elena’s kindness. She watched me struggle into the chair, offering a small, almost apologetic smile. "Congratulations. Someone posted bail for you. Two million dollars. As of today, you’re free." "Free?" I blinked, stunned. "With two million... dollars?" She nodded. "You attempted suicide multiple times in here, so I think I have to tell you something." "Your friend Andy. She was diagnosed with a terminal illness six months ago. She refused treatment and instead offered her heart to one of the ranked members. In exchange... he paid for your freedom."