Sirius Black Prison Novels & Stories

Mr. Black’s footsteps echoed through the dim hallway as he made his way to the lower levels of the building. It was a place reserved for special cases, the types of people he couldn’t trust within the walls of a regular cell. And tonight, Uncle Nick had earned himself a spot here, his smug expression seared into Mr. Black’s memory as he was dragged out of the SUV.

“Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.” I reached out and touched my pale reflection in the mirror. Tears slid silently down my face. “Daniel, if I die, you’ll praise me for finally behaving, won’t you?”

’ Sirius took the whisky and downed it in one handing back the glass for a refill, ‘He will face trial for treason against the Pack. He deliberately kidnapped Luna and raped her, and then he choked her to death, these are the facts. He will die for this.’ Anders could hear the pain in his voice, ‘He is your Son Sirius, your flesh and blood, you can show him compassion’ Sirius looked up and his eyes glowed golden they were filled with a cold fury, ‘He murdered my Mate while he was raping her, he got off on killing her and you want me to show him compassion? Really?’

Now it was time for them to pay. When I had picked up my phone and called Axwell he was there in an hour. We released every single one of the prisoner's by overriding the system and opening every single cell door and gate, and disarming the security. When Carter came running with his security, which half of them were my men and he had no idea, we had him exactly where we wanted him. I took him and all of his guards and brought them back to one of my favourite places, the basement. The basement is owned by my brother, it's actually the basement of his three bedroom house he lives in with his girlfriend and my nephew.

I pressed on. "All these years, Solaris Group has paid you no less than tens of millions in salary, and this is how you repay us. Or have you been disloyal all along, never even caring to remain with Solaris Group?" Franklin's legs gave out, and with a heavy thud, he fell to his knees before me, landing hard. He slapped himself twice, viciously. "I was blind. I didn't even recognize Ms. Whitfield."

She had never felt what she was feeling now—a mix of emotions tormenting her. "Grandma," Santi called. "Yes, my dear?" "When can I see my parents? I miss them." "Soon, be patient." Lazarus pretended to check the refrigerator. "We're out of milk. I'll go buy a bottle." "Perfect. Could you also get some cereal for the child?" "Of course, no problem." As Lazarus left, he left the gate slightly ajar. He had fulfilled his part; being present was not part of the deal. He quickly walked away, and minutes later, two vans arrived. Sergio and his men entered the property, immediately subduing the few men present.

The kind of tension born from months of relentless training. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, big man. Yeah, your muscles show you’re a fighter, but your demeanor doesn’t.” I stare at him, trying to understand where he’s coming from. “Get the hell out!” he roars to the prisoners expecting a second drama. The prisoners scatter, leaving just the two of us… and a few of his men. “I said leave!” he barks again, and the remaining ones disappear from the bathroom. “This prison is home to murderers, rapists, and violent offenders of every kind. Blackridge is a fire meant to purge them of their iniquities… or burn them in it.”

Quisito declared again and Winston’s heart thumped with happiness. After the meeting, Quisito began thinking of different ways in which he could put her in a helpless situation and came up with the idea for blackmail. On her 16th birthday, he had worn a spy cam inside a button, made with the help of nanotechnology, just to test the efficiency of the device. He unexpectedly captured the murder of Richard and decided to use it against her, to blackmail her to sleep with him. It was a very painful thing for him to do, but he did it anyway because he wanted to bring her back, for her father.

Two nights later, the air inside Blackthorn Prison hung thick and heavy with the metallic tang of rust, stale sweat, and distant echoes of men who had long since given up on redemption. Sophia moved like a shadow through the dimly lit corridors, her black hoodie zipped just high enough to hide the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her leggings clinging to the curves of her thighs. Her dark hair spilled loose over her shoulders, wild and untamed, nothing like the neat, professional bun she wore during daylight hours. She was no longer the composed prison counselor. Tonight, she was simply a woman answering a dangerous, irresistible call.

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