The Innocent Man Book Novels & Stories

the man sneered, sitting cross-legged on his bed, reading a newspaper. “I am damn innocent!” Raymond groaned. The man looked up at him. “I was framed. I’ve never done drugs, never killed anyone.” “You think yelling will make the officers believe you’re innocent and open the door for you to leave?” the man chuckled. “Wake up, man. We’re going to be here forever. There’s no miracle happening soon, so relax and adapt to being a lonely, dejected man.” “Never!” Raymond growled. “I’m not accepting such a fate for a crime I didn’t commit, not when my kids are out there without a father,” he ranted.

"This is getting messy." Clarissa looked around. She realized that she was losing her grip. "You think she’s innocent?" she cried. "You think that woman is clean? Look at her! She’s been chasing you since the day she walked in here." I tilted my head, just slightly. Then I turned to Mannie. She flinched a little but didn’t speak. "Mannie Twain isn’t the murderer," I said loud enough for everyone to hear. Clarissa scoffed. "Oh? And how would you know that?"

She knew better than to converse with prisoners, especially those held in such dungeons. “Wait,” he stopped her. “Please,” his voice held compelling pain. “Help me” “I have no business here” she said against her better judgement. “Only high rated criminals are subjected to such dungeons” “I'm innocent” he beseeched. “I've done nothing wrong!” His arm rattled the chains “If you don't help me, they'll kill me” Nevaeh knew she should go, but a small curious part of her kept her feet rooted to the spot. The man's words hammered heavy like the truth, but that was not a guarantee. Most criminals would say anything to save their skin, and yet-

And immediately! Nevra paused thoughtfully. He thought. It was impossible to get out of it, but they were going to get out! Her only regret is that her husband was not upset, but before that, there was so much to worry about. Hande... She was on fire because she didn't know anything, but there was nothing else she could do... "I would say if the events hadn't happened here, but it did come. Someone pays for what the old people did. Those who pay are innocent. Those who pay are innocent. Like you. Like Hande. I'm with you. As always."

Our names often overlap, and we tend to add physical features to distinguish one another. I step into the basement and switch on the single light. The bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a dim glow over the man tied to the chair. He’s bloody, covered in bruises and cuts, his clothes dirty and torn. Hair filthy, skin covered in filth. He’s been sitting in his own piss and shit for five days. Keeping a prisoner this long is risky. With each passing day, they get another chance to escape, to be discovered. We were lucky. “I hear they call you Vinnie the Nose,” I say as I lazily unbutton my jacket. “Walked around the city bragging about killing some kids. Is that right?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t know. Please, I’m telling the truth.” “I really hate when people lie,” I tsked before sitting back, giving the frightened woman some breathing space. “I’m not lying,” she begged, her eyes wide with fright. She looked at my men, her eyes begging, as if asking someone to help her. But no one was going to help her. She was at my mercy. “I know the things you have participated in. Every single detail. You might have an innocent face, but you are far from innocent,” I hissed, my voice getting louder with each word.

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen: Despise The Guilt The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and pale, the kind of light that made everything look gentle even when it wasn't. Ian sat at the kitchen table, newspaper spread out in front of him like evidence. His coffee had gone cold hours ago and he hadn't noticed. He'd been staring at the same paragraph for ten minutes. Maybe longer. The words blurred together then snapped back into focus, over and over. ‘CALLISTA MONROE EXONERATED. Wrongful conviction overturned after four years. New evidence reveals fabricated case files. Full investigation into misconduct pending.’

••• Innocence can be captivating, innocence can be dangerous at times, but in the devil's very own tale, it can become dangerously captivating. •••

“S-sir, t-thank you for buying me… B-but I’m not a prostitute. I-I didn’t sell myself.” The handsome man approached Luna. He removed his mask and said coldly, “If you didn’t sell yourself, why were you up for sale?” Luna dared to look at the man before her. Even in the dim light, she was stunned by his beauty. “S-sir, p-please let me go.” Luna was too confused to explain. She was afraid that explaining would only make things worse. All she could do was beg for his mercy. “If I let you go, I’ll lose three million dollars. That’s not a small sum. Do you think I want to lose my money?!” he hissed.

All the flashes flooded back, the glimpses of a woman crying for her daughter, his lie, and everything choked her mind. She was shivering, but he caressed her hand. “Don’t worry, doc, that man couldn’t sleep because she was not the only one he killed. He slaughtered several innocent souls just to get rid of that innocent boy’s question. Was it worth it?” His lips twirled up like he was enjoying the torment on her face. “Do you know who that man is?” “Mr. Samson Ruffino,” Tears rolled through her eyes. “All this time, while you were treating the demons inside me, did you even look at me? I was the devil who can’t be cured.”