Frank Castle Prison Fight Novels & Stories

Different from the rest. “Chicken…” Froylan said and threw the bottle as it hit the big man once again. “YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!” He exclaimed as he charged towards Froylan. The other people inside the cell stopped the big man and Froylan continued to provoke him. “Let him go!” “Fight! Fight!” “Let them fight!” The other prisoners from the other cell shouted as they cheered for a fight. “SHUT UP, YOU BASTARDS!” The noise cooled down when a chubby man in a police uniform shouted.

The police were also angry because currently Ronald was still an outside prisoner, but had dared to commit new crimes. There was no choice left, in a state of resignation Ronald raised both hands. His eyes, which were still less alert, glanced to the right and left where the guards assigned that night had been paralyzed by the opposing party. Not long after, Hansel also came out of a room on the top floor. He hurried down the stairs. As soon as his gaze fell on Ronald, he immediately approached the man who was handcuffed. Burgh. Hansel threw a raw punch at Ronald's middle face. It was so hard that fresh blood immediately poured out of Ronald's nose.

It had been replaced by a sneer that sent chills running down her spine. “Frank says hello” he whispered, leaning forward so that only she could hear. The color drained from her face and she stood, frozen to the spot watching as he slowly melted into the crowd. She felt her bodyguard's strong arms supporting her by the waist as she completed the rest of the stairs. “Frank says hello”. What did he mean? Frank was in prison. His case was still under investigation but he was in prison. Right? The room was starting to spin. She staggered away from the little groups of celebrities chatting away in the hall and sank into a nearby seat.

he said. They bowed slightly, then left, locking the door behind them. The sound of the bolt sliding home was louder than it should’ve been. Frank walked to the window, hands clasped behind his back, still wearing his security uniform like he’d just clocked off a shift. “Frank, you bastard,” I hissed. “What the hell are you doing? Let me go.” He chuckled, not even glancing at me. “Don’t bother. Those ropes could hold an elephant. Unless you’ve been hitting the gym in secret, you’re not getting out.”

That was not all either—he was now demanding free rein to search inside, and no matter how naive Ocean could be, he still had to defend his family's honor! Frank raised a brow at him. "What, are you going to fight me?" "If you insist on disrespecting us, we have no choice." Ocean nodded despite his exasperation. Frank smirked, and seized him by the throat, flinging him into the distance! Seeing that, the rest of the Costners resolved themselves to die and charged at Frank. - Meanwhile, Walt from a distance as the standoff escalated into a brawl. He was convinced that even if Frank was that amazing, he still needed time to fend off the Costners.

Gallo plucks every nail from the guy's fingers and even cuts off an ear until I finally call it quits and allow him to put the fucker out of his misery once and for all. They repeated the process, and Richards was up next. I doubted he could torture anyone, but he proved me wrong. He was probably the most vicious of the three. Whereas Lansky beat the fucker when his time came until he snapped the neck after a particular blow to the prisoner's head, Richards gutted his.

instructed the guard once more. “Let me!” I bellowed but a hand restrained me. “Just let me talk to that stupid guy,” I said to the guard. “Let him,” a voice whispered behind us. The prison was giving me his signature grin. “Two minutes top and no more.” I nodded. “Give us privacy.” I dragged the stoic body of the man down the steps. I was starting to have doubts about my decision for picking him over the other one. “Hey!” I slapped him hard on the face. “Get a hold of yourself!” I got no reaction in return. “Listen to me, dude. Win this fight and I promise you would never worry for your wife and kid again. I promise no Santa Muertos would ever endanger them. Do you like that?”

Frederick was no match for his twin brother, and every cruel word he had ever spoken about Cassie seemed to give Franklin even more reason to keep hitting him. Each punch landed harder than the one before, and with every blow, more blood spilled from Frederick’s nose and mouth until the front of his shirt was stained red. The crowd stood around them in stunned silence, watching everything unfold without trying to interfere. Some people looked horrified, some looked entertained, and others had already taken out their phones to record the fight because it was painfully obvious who was winning.

I teased her “Maybe I am a teenage boy?” she said laughing and walking away. I followed the sound of her laughter outside when I saw the commotion going on near one of the prison vans. One of the elders was fighting back and had broken his cuffs. As I got closer, I saw Elder Montague shifting and knocking down the two warriors holding him.

Thirty plus inmates scatter away from us, some laughing, cheering, and weirdly, some placing bets on who will come out victorious. Prison fights are far more chaotic and entertaining than the boring basketball games the guards pretend to supervise. The man attacking me is huge. He's built like a forbidden tower, neck thick as a tree trunk. Tattooed fighting tiger on his back and throat. They call him Rico Alvarez, one of the obedient dogs of the notorious Mateo Cruz's gang, street named the Kingsman gang in the prison. And apparently today I'm his target. "Let's see how big you talk," he whispers, circling me. His homemade knife glitters in the noon day sun.