Novel & Cerita The Inmate

I’d just finished my rounds when the guards brought in a new transfer complaining of chest pains. And it was just the perfect timing. Because my body craved sex even after what happened with Marcus just two nights ago. Inmate #5193…Jaxon Kane. He was fresh off the bus from upstate, they said.

If he knew I was dead, would he still accuse me of betraying him righteously? Maybe he would. After all, he never cared about me. Nina was his only treasure. What did my life have to do with him? … Seven days ago, he personally threw me into the abandoned interrogation room. That room was designed for the most vicious criminals. It was a cage hidden underground where the moonlight never reached and where the painful howls of wolves could never be heard by the pack. I had always been terrified of the dark, of being alone in a confined space. I was so scared that I broke down crying and begged Ragnar, “I’m sorry. I'll apologize to Nina. Please don’t lock me in here!”

Our son was eight years old now. Yet in all that time, Ryan had never held our marking ceremony. Never publicly declared me as his mate. "Mom?" Marcus's voice quivered. "I don't want to go to prison." Sarah's smile grew wider. "Better get used to it, pup. Silver Prison isn't known for its comfort." "Shut up, Sarah!" Ryan growled, but his voice lacked real authority. Elder William's footsteps echoed through the hall. "What's going on here?"

Elara’s voice cuts in from the doorway, her tone cool and professional. “Luna Rmonica, I just wanted to remind you… Kamrynn is an inmate. After her treatment, she’s due back in the prison.” The words land like a stone in my stomach. I brace myself for Rmonica’s expression to change, for her to look at me differently now that she knows I’m not just a rogue, but a prisoner. But to my amazement, her demeanor remains calm and compassionate.

She waited for this moment when we would see again, because all these years she had been building firm resolve around her fences. We are supposed to have a meeting in the main house and I'm just sitting on the bed, looking through my files for where it went wrong. When you spend so much time in prison, people see you differently. It does not matter if you were guilty or not, what everyone knows is that you have lived a different life. You have lived amongst rapists, murderers, hit men and you have lived like them. You are an exconvict.

Vanya POV I sat on the cold metal bench in my federal holding cell at three in the morning, unable to sleep despite the exhaustion weighing down every part of my body. The orange jumpsuit they had given me smelled like industrial detergent and defeat, and the fluorescent lights never turned off, making it impossible to forget where I was even for a moment. "Vanya Reed, inmate 47892," the guard had said when they processed me earlier that evening. "You're being held pending trial for money laundering, conspiracy to commit fraud, and operating a criminal enterprise."

He scanned the room, noting the burly men in orange jumpsuits, their tattoos and scars telling stories he didn't want to hear. One man stood out immediately. Marcus, inmate #47892, was 52 years old, built like a tank from years of prison workouts. His arms were thick with muscle, his chest broad under the jumpsuit. A shaved head, a thick beard streaked with gray, and dark eyes that locked onto Alex the moment he entered. Marcus was doing 25 to life for armed robbery and assault violent stuff that involved beating a guy half to death over a drug deal gone bad. He had been inside for 15 years already, a lifer who ran the yard with intimidation and favors.

Different first name. My pulse stutters. 'Department of Prisons. Turkey. 1997. Subject Name: Kane Olympus Year of admittance into prison: 1992 Status: Prisoner. Found guilty of involvement in notorious gang, Guccini’s Gang. Punishment: Life imprisonment...' I scroll lower. My breathing sharpens. 'Crimes: Rape, money laundering, racketeering, forgery, human trafficking...' The list keeps going. And going. And going. Then my eyes snag on the final line.

Instead, he embraced his predicament with a defiant demeanor, maintaining an air of arrogance and superiority even within the confines of the jail. Inside the prison, Ejay's presence stirred a whirlwind of emotions among the inmates. His notoriety preceded him, earning him both curiosity and caution from those around him. However, Ejay cared little for the perceptions of others. He saw the prison as just another battleground, a place where he could assert dominance. Ejay: (addressing a group of inmates) "You think these bars can hold me? I'm still the one in charge here!" His words sparked murmurs among the inmates, some intrigu

I narrowed my eyes at him for a alternate, taking him in before I eventually stood up and shook his hand. " What are you in for?" " Tax fraud." Adamo lowered at my response presumably because it was not a crime which would get you into a captivity like this. still I was busy gaping at the supposedly nameless striking man standing in the middle of the cell. That was until he scarfed to himself and walked out, leaving me alone with Luca and Adamo. " Whats his problem?" Adamo glanced over at the door where the joe just walked out of before he sat down on what I am assuming was his bed.