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“I’ve made up my mind. I love Billy and I probably always will, but - it cannot be. I’ve decided to stay here.” “But -” Jodi began. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” Gabriella said and put cream in her coffee. ------- Matt and Goldman were in the sheriff’s office SUV on traffic duty. Jacobs had cut a deal with Ghost. He was sentenced to thirty years in prison with the possibility of parole in twelve. The bus to Florence prison had picked him up two hours ago.

Natalia said with a angry firm voice. "Do not call back anytime soon, we intend to do this for a while," Isabella said and pushed the end call button. "That was fun, we should do this again," I told her with a smile. "Anytime," She replied. "Well, let's freshen up and go get you that closure," I told her, eager to get this part of my life over with. "Where are they keeping him?" Isabella asked in a small voice. "Red Gate penitentiary," I answered. "I am not going to lie, I am curious to see what he looks like in an orange jumpsuit."

Three guys crowded his ass, with one of them pounding him like an animal. The other guys were hot, for sure, but the guy currently fucking the bottom was...too hot. I recognized his muscles, I had seen them all too often at work, barely restrained by his tight clothes. He turned his head to kiss one of the other guys, and I saw his beard. His hand rested on the bottom's foot, up in the stirrup, and it had his Kara, his iron bracelet, dangling around his wrist. There wasn't any mistaking it. My manager, Jas, was fucking the life out of a bottom in a gay bath house.

I said, because I knew that as long as I remained in Cindaly City, Joanne might pester me. But was she not the one who wanted to break up with me in the first place? I never wanted anything like that. She was the one who pushed me away. Nathan's pov, The car drove in after the huge metal gates were opened. I had arrived at the prison where I would be imprisoned. Where barbed wire surrounded the fence, to prevent criminals from escaping. As I stepped out of the car, what I saw was a cage away from the world. No reporters, no civilians, but only criminals awaited me there.

He had stood up against a powerful family, only to find himself crushed under the weight of their influence. From the shadows of the cell, a calm voice spoke. "Relax, kid. You'll eventually get out of here." Gale turned to see two men, shirtless, sitting on the bare bunks. They watched him with a mix of curiosity and pity. "What are you in for?" asked a thin man with a mustache. "Slander," Gale replied, wiping his tears. He didn't want to appear weak fearing that maybe these detainees would took advantage of this, even though they seemed nice.

“You locked me up for a month without access to a lawyer; you should be apologizing for more than your shitty accommodation.” “It could have been worse; you could have had a roommate. Do you know how many pregnant women survive in prison?” Gio smacked her lips when she took a sip of her hot coffee. “Our evidence is weak, if the state was to take you to court, all the evidence would be inadmissible.” “You knew all of this and kept me against my will, why? Did you think I was going to break and beg for a plea deal or something?” Gio nodded unapologetically. “Or something? Agent Damien assured me you had something we all wanted, if we kept you for a while then maybe you would spill your guts an

Victor shouted in annoyance and even though he tried to counter Gavin's attack, it wasn't going to work that easily. He knew exactly who Gavin was, he was a former soldier who even killed his boss and ended up in prison. Even in prison, he did not stop just like that. He managed to defeat the strongest prisoner and became the leader for all the prisoners. After being released from prison, he even formed a very dangerous criminal group and had to return to prison. Then, who would dare to go against a man like him? "I could have killed you if I wanted! You bastard! You use these hands of yours to harass women!"

The guards pausing for a moment, puzzled on Darragh’s statement, then each shaking his head, went for a punch at Darragh. “3 inmates put you on the scene devising plans with Terrence” the lead guard informed. Terrence bastard! Darragh thought. his brain was as big as his size. “Now where is he headed?” the guard asked shaking Darragh roughly. “Look…look, I swear I-I…” Darragh stammered only to be met by another punch from Officer Goa. “Do you think I’ll still be here if I stole the blueprints and aided a jail break?” he sparked, coughing out saliva and blood. Prison guards most times aren’t employed based on intellect and social skills, he thought. “Don’t you see what’s in front of you? I’m

"I mean, Daimen, why are you giving her such good treatment? Aren't you supposed to punish her?" "What is the worst treatment? It depends on what that person perceives to be the worst treatment." Thinking about that girl, something dark twinkled in Damien's usually cold eyes. Elias caught the emotion. "And yes, she will get her due punishment." "Punishment?" Damien leaned back in his chair as he said. "She can't be forgiven for what she did out in public..." Damien trailed off and fell into a contemplative silence. Elias listened eagerly for what had to come after that 'public'. After all, it was quite unusual for his brother to take such a deep interest in a woman to actually bring her home

I drag out, my voice light again, “who puts a beautiful girl like me in a prison with male prisoners? It wasn’t fair. I mean, look at me, your honor, I’m just a girl.” His brow arches slightly. For a second, I think I see something flicker across his face, maybe amusement, maybe disbelief. But it’s gone as soon as it came. He leans back in his chair, flipping another page. “These records show too many terrible things,” he says in a calm and detached tone. “Three escape attempts. Multiple murders. The massacre of two hundred pack members… Is that something *just a girl* can do?”