Spider-man Jail Novels & Stories

the Jackal said under his breath, “if a bird so much as sneezes near me, I’m going back to the Vulture and handing you over as a sacrifice.” Kain held up a finger. “Wait. Shhh. I hear footsteps.” They peered through the leaves. Two guards strolled by, chatting about sandwiches. Kain frowned. “Did he say… cucumber and peanut butter?” “Monster.” The guards passed. Silence. Kain stood slowly, brushing twigs off his jacket. “Alright. Back to the plan. The vents. We climb up, crawl through, get eyes on the command center—” “No.” “What?” The Jackal pointed to the vent ten feet above them. “I have a bullet in my thigh and you want me to Spider-Man my way into a grate?”

The curtain rods were bolted down. Even the bathroom mirror was shatterproof. Dominic Voss had prepared this prison well. The mate bond hummed beneath my skin, a constant awareness of him somewhere in this massive compound. It pulled at me, demanding I seek him out, submit to the connection neither of us wanted. I pressed my palm against the cold window glass, trying to ground myself against the sensation. "Fighting it only makes it worse." I spun around. Dominic stood in the doorway, having entered without a sound. He had changed into dark jeans and a fitted black shirt, looking less like a mafia Alpha and more like sin wrapped in expensive fabric.

“Are you going to gift me this place so I can bring my victims here to torture them? It does seem like a more convenient location than my basement.” I shot a glare at him and pushed the tile to open up the floor. After enduring Spider’s rant about how easy it was to access the place, I led him to the cell where Nikov was being held captive—after knocking the guard down yet again. He certainly didn’t learn from his mistakes. Maybe that was because even if there was no guard here, it was impossible to break anyone out of there. “Adrian?” Nikov gasped when he saw his son. Unlike me, Spider immediately recognized his father. He ran over and hugged him—as much of a hug as they could share through

he muttered. Inside one of the rooms of the dungeon with scarce light was an elderly man who was shackled with chains, blood dripping from his open wound, he looked weak and out of breath. "Mr. Lawson, how do you do?" Alex asked, he gave spider a thumbs up. Spider is one of his goons, spider takes care of the underground dungeon when Alex is not around. "What did he do Spider?" He pulled a chair and sat in front of Lawson.

Wang saw them, he asked "Where did you get those? They belong to my friends! Did you steal them?" "Mr. Wang, I am the Precinct Chief here in Lower Manhattan. Your "friends" are sitting in a jail cell down the street from here, waiting for you to come bail them out. Too bad that that will never happen." Mr. Wang shouted "What do you want from me? I have done nothing wrong! You have no right to keep me here!"

“Here chief. We found this cell phone just behind the bars at the entrance of the other hall. I guess it fell out when he tried to run off”, Spider's voice came booming as he approached us in the dimly lit room. I groaned, angered and pained that I didn't shoot myself. The bastard knew better.

"A place that shows when you bend over. When you reach for something. A constant reminder to you, and a warning to anyone else who might get ideas." A week later, the arrangements were made. Through a complex web of bribes and favors, Marcus secured a special visitor pass for a trusted inmate, a man named Spider who was known for his skill with a tattoo gun. The official paperwork listed him as a visiting cousin, here for a private family session in one of the more secluded conjugal trailers. The guards on Marcus's payroll looked the other way.

I got to the jail and saw one of the guards I recognized, “Congratulations Pierce, I heard you got married and you had a baby. What the hell are you doing here?” I smiled at him, news sure traveled fast in these places, “Thanks man, I’m looking to see Spencer.” The guard gave me a questioning look, when I wouldn’t continue on with a reasoning, he went on to the computer and began to type, “He’s not here anymore they transferred him out after his sentencing, normally I would give you a phone number to call and it would take hours to get the place but I’ll see if I have the information here.”

One of the cops said sarcastically but Xandro said nothing to them. "You should actually! Cause there's no good food in jail” the second cop said as he served his colleague a plate. "I'm I really getting locked up the second time?” Xandro muttered while in handcuffs for he was referring to the time he was underwater. After some time, they stood up from the sofa and took him and dumped him in a van parked miles away from the street. Surely, this men weren't no joke as Xandro marveled at their meticulousness. "Officer! This is definitely a mix-up, I'm not the old man's killer “ Xandro said.

“Jenny? What are you doing here?” “Looking for you! You disappeared. The clinic has been destroyed. What is this place?” “It’s complicated.” “Then uncomplicate it.” Jenny looked at the bars, the unconscious man, at the other cells she could now see held people. “Are you being held prisoner?” “Yes.” “By who?” “Marcus Webb. He is…” Sage stopped. Looked at Jenny like she was deciding something. “I need you to listen and not freak out.” “I’m already freaking out.”