Frank Castle Prison Fight Novels & Stories

It's so not easy to finally meet the person that has been ruining your life silently for years, he has been involved in all the messes surrounding my life for years and I might just lose control and kill him even before he speaks. "Frank, where is the bastard?" Stan asked one of the guys as soon as we entered the building. "He is locked inside, although he seems like a stubborn guy, so we roughen him up a little." He said just as he led the way. "That's perfect." We followed him to the room and we saw Peter on the chair looking all bloody with two guys guarding the room. "Can you guys wait outside?" They nodded their heads and stepped outside, leaving Stan and I with him.

The black coat hanging over his shoulders moved slightly with the night breeze, his expression cold enough to freeze the entire damn street. The man pinning me against the wall finally noticed him too. “Who the fu—” Frank moved before he could finish. Everything happened so fast. One second Luca was still holding me and the next Frank had grabbed him violently by the collar and slammed him against the nearby wall so hard the sound echoed. Sheila gasped nearby. Luca barely got the chance to react before Frank’s fist connected with his face. Once. Twice. Again. The sound made my stomach twist. Luca screamed something in Italian while trying to fight back, but Frank looked terrifyingly calm as

I tried so much to conceal the anger but I couldn't. Frank looked at me asking me to do what was in my way. He would be right behind my back before we would get to the door. I had unlocked the chain in my hands, kicking and hitting the men closer to me. Frank and I teamed and began to fight, a fight we had to escape and as worst as it maybe was the more we killed them the more they increased but we kept moving forward unfortunately, most of them fell into the trap created by their master. We were fighting when some little children came out to fight . At first I thought they were with us but now they were against us, I tried to explain things to them but they didn't listen since they wanted t

Flip said smugly while looking at Castro his opponent condescendingly. Castro spat on the floor, “go to hell” He raised his hand to attack, Flip narrowed his eyes, “you don't know life from death” He grabbed the void, restricting all Castro's movement, he was like someone clamped in a space.

Pulling his arm back, he then throws JumpStart like he is a sack of potatoes. Seeing this, I slam my sword into my sheath and run to catch JumpStart. Jumping into the air, I prepare to catch him but Unstoppable threw him harder than I thought. Instead of catching him, JumpStart slams into me, and the two of us fly into one of the prison's hallways. Ms. Justice:

“Your delightful chef offered to make me crepes, but I told her I would wait for you to decide.” Enzo groaned and rubbed his face. “How did you even get in here?” “You know how.” He slid him the business section as Enzo got his own espresso. “I have a multimillion dollar security system,” Enzo snapped, glancing at the headlines. “I wasn’t talking about breaking and entering or boosting cars.” “Now that was an adventure,” his brother said, grinning at him. “What a bohemian existence, Enzo. Never knowing where our next meal was coming from, always trying to stay one step ahead of the law. Living in the moment!”

"A ten-year sentence is too light. It should be life imprisonment." "Everyone who attacked Mr. James and his father should apologize right now. You were all accomplices." I later took back control of the spa and hired a professional team to run it. The business quickly got back on track. Three months later, someone unexpected showed up in the line of job applicants at Miller Group. It was Fiona, who had lost weight and looked haggard. None of her former swagger was left now. She begged us to forgive her and said she wanted to start from the bottom as a regular employee, then return to the family.

He growls out, pushing Frank back. Frank smirks at the guy, but there's nothing playful about that smirk. I know that look, Frank is ready to fight. "Frank," I call his name, getting his attention, stopping him from doing whatever he was thinking about doing. "Take your place in line and get your food," I tell him. He looks at me for a second, then gives me a nod. "You're going to pay for what you've done." The guy says, pushing Frank again. Before I can say anything, Frank swings, connecting hard against the side of the guy's face, knocking him to the ground.

What do you want? Frank ignored Jenny's questions and complaints, and went straight to the point. "| want you to get me a competent lawyer who can defend me. I need to leave this god forsaken prison. This place does not suit my kind of person" "Really? It doesn't suit your kind of person? Then pray tell who does that place suit?" "Maybe like criminals and fraudsters, and | am neither of them" "You tried to blow Mandy up, father. You tried to kill her !! If that isn't being a criminal, then | don't know

I walked to the window and looked down at the traffic on the street. The police should already be there. Casey would arrive at the hotel, find nothing waiting for him, and by the time he got home, he'd be walking into a police interrogation. I opened my laptop and logged into the Shadow group. They were still chatting away, hyping up Linda's "wins," asking for photos. I smiled and posted a message. [J: @LLLIN Sweetheart, why'd you stop livestreaming? How's the uniform the nice police officer gave you fitting?]