Fisher Catherine Incarceron Novels & Stories

I admit. "Exactly. Just be careful, baby." "What does that mean, Catherine?" "Montana is a certified bully, Eleanor. Even if she is in a jail cell..." "She's in jail?" She pauses staring at me "She is and that might still not stop her from being the manipulative, ruthless psycho she truly is." "You seem to know her remarkably well," I note. Catherine smiles. "She was my private client for a short while before. I completely forgot about the connection until the breaking news of her arrest just flashed across the media channels."

Kambiri said to him. "Sorry but I don't think that just you and I can withstand the war if I open the cage because I saw how you all got defeated easily, so before opening this cage, we need Ike and Chike by our side, so sorry to say no, I can't open it" Fisher replied and then walking away with Zilla. "Hey! man we can do this, just open it and see how it goes perfectly," Kamdiri said to Fisher. But Fisher did not utter any word to them again even with all the words of promise they said to him, he still didn't care, so they left the cell and locked it up again.

"Aria. You almost died. In front of me. I watched you fade in that ambulance. Watched you crash in the ER. I'm not leaving. Not until you're home. Not until you're safe. Not negotiable." I wanted to argue. To insist I was fine. That he was being overprotective. But the truth was I needed him there. Needed his presence. His voice. His hand holding mine when the panic came. So I let him stay. Day seven, Santos visited. Brought news. "Catherine Cross has been officially charged. Attempted murder. Multiple counts. Terrorism. Racketeering. Conspiracy. The list goes on." "What's she facing?" "Life in prison. Multiple life sentences actually. She'll never see freedom again. She'll die in prison. Pr

Her previous life is just like a flash movie through her mind. Catherine looked at Harris with teary-eyes, that made him feel awkward. She seemed to have been calloused and lost all hope in life. She had been tortured and she drowned to the deepest, darkest hole. Reviving a life, the twenty-seven-year-old soul only wishes for once to be fully loved and held by a person's hand.

“Well, the trial is officially over, with all the living defendants judged,” Kiutter says in a drawl. I stare at him with a frown, my mind slowly processing and understanding that everything is wrong. “Catherine, our last defendant, was just found lifeless in her cell. She committed suicide, leaving no note or farewell. We believe this was due to her wolf and her mate rejecting her on the same day,” he says seriously. “Thank you to everyone who has been with us; the sentences will be carried out within two hours.”

"Then we need answers, even if there's gonna be casualties." We sat in heavy silence. Somewhere in Manila, Catherine was imprisoned in Victoria's facility. In forty-eight hours, twelve operators would risk their lives extracting her.

“Yes—this is my husband. Isn’t he handsome? We’re going to have kids, I can’t wait to—” Her gushing only grated on Catherine. With a snap of temper, Catherine snatched the photo. “You’re such an idiot,” she said coldly, then tossed it to the floor. “This is a women’s prison. Now that you’re here, you don’t leave—ever. This is where they lock away the people they won’t bother to kill.” But Alicia barely heard her. She scrambled to the floor, scooped up Ethan’s photo, and hugged it to her chest, glaring at Catherine like she’d tried to destroy her world.

– – – The news blared from the television, sending chills down Mama’s spine. “Authorities confirm that underworld figure Margaret ‘Big Margaret’ Fisher has been taken into custody and transferred to Bedford Hills Correctional Facility, where she is categorized as ‘restricted status.’ Reports suggest she was responsible for multiple high-level crimes, including fraud, extortion, and even murder. Meanwhile, notorious criminal Conrad Mason was pronounced dead at the scene.” Mama sat at the edge of her seat, gripping the armrest. Her breathing became uneven. “Keira!” She called, almost yelling. “Yes, ma,” Keira answered, almost running to the living room. “You need something, ma?”

Did he even understand English? "Vance," she exhaled slowly, "get one thing straight: if Catherine goes to prison, it's because she committed a crime, not because I put her there. You went to a top university. Surely, you can grasp basic logic. And whether you're close to me or far away is none of my concern. I don't care."

I said, before hanging up and averting my focus to Catherine whose gaze was fixated at the void in front of her, as she laid beside me on the bed. After news of the prison break broke out, Catherine became more reserved and quiet. She rarely spoke and was always spacing out. It was so bad that she had cut herself with a knife earlier today while dicing carrots. “That was Shelton,” I said, when she looked at me. “Three out of the five escapees have been caught. It's only a matter of time before they apprehend her.” “I hope so,” Catherine whispered, voice shaky, as she burrowed herself to my side. “I truly hope so.”