The Prisoner Ba Paris の小説・ストーリー

A guard approached their car, demanding to know their purpose. Claudine's father spoke up confidently, "We're here to drop off a prisoner." The guard scrutinized them before asking, "Where is the prisoner?" Ariella stepped out of the car and unlocked the trunk, revealing Claudine's unconscious form to the guard's surprise. Satisfied, the guard nodded and granted them passage into Bayfort territory. Bayfort was like a big group of houses that all looked the same, with everyone dressed alike and moving around in a very orderly way. Ariella's dad stopped the car near the dungeon.

Lewis and Tristan exchanged glances, then nodded. “Now,” Lewis whispered loudly towards the two prisoners whose opposite cells were the closest to the stairs. One was an old man, frail and thin, while the other looked younger than an adult. They passed one arm through the metal bars, trying to reach for the keys on the floor at the foot of the stairs. Tristan had his eyes on the shadows of two men climbing down, hoping the captain’s not with them. “… tell him you lost it? Ye’ gone mad?” one voice grew clearer and louder.

“You will come with us now.” Her bag slipped from her shoulder and hit the floor. “I want my lawyer,” she said sharply. “You will have access to counsel,” the French officer replied, already stepping forward. “But not here.” They didn’t handcuff her in the hallway. They waited until they were in the elevator, doors closing softly, sealing her in. Patricia stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall, pale and unrecognizable. By morning, the headlines had crossed the Atlantic. Fugitive Business Consultant Arrested in Paris Following FBI Investigation.

"Hey, who are you? Are you planning to take the girl away? Take me too!" "Please, take me too!" "Me too! Help! Help! I need your help!" "I'll pay you for the rest of my life, as long as you free me!" "Me too! I'll do anything if you help me!" "Help! Help! Help!" Instantly all the prisoners were in an uproar and they tried to whine at the man. The man looked increasingly agitated and a little scared as they were all noisy now. Which made the man just stare at Selena who covered her ears because of the noise and commotion.

Francis pov Francis opened the door to Roderick's room and started to look around for a clue to send to Prince Reagan but he could not see the paper he was always studying. "Where the hell is it" He whispered angrily. He had been detained by Payne who caught him one day going through files and kept him in prison for long, he had been unable to send any message to Reagan to hold up the end of his bargain and had not seen his daughter for a long time. Roderick had all the prisoners released yesterday, telling them that they were pardoned by the new master, and were let to join the men again but they were warned not to err again.

They didn't know that what happened in Nice remained in Nice. They wondered why there were no other prisoners in the county jail. Each of them was placed in individual cells to minimize communication between them. The leader of the goons was the first one to be called out. A prison car was waiting for him outside and he was pushed into it. After driving for about two hours, they stopped at a huge cave Taking the prisoner out of the car, they left him there and drove off. The man had no idea why they left him there and thought maybe they had decided to set him free.

The smooth deepness of his voice seem to make the walls of the dungeons vibrate, the urge to flee tenses all of Rene's muscles. ' Does he despise omegas or males? ' Rene thinks hopefully. If the prisoner rejects him first, then his body and dignity can be preserved, and it will not be his fault... The Chief will not blame him. Rene's rising hope is trampled in the next second when the Prisoner's eyes rake through his body. The rags Rene is wearing are not flattering, but because it is torn in several spots, that leaves some parts of his skin bare. Rene cannot help but flinch when the prisoner's slashing gaze continues to follow his slightest movement.

“Lying to me is a mistake you won’t live to regret. The ledger. Now.” He cracked, his bravado shattering under her relentless gaze. “It’s... it’s in the safe! Code’s 4-7-2-1!” She nodded, satisfied, and knocked him unconscious with the hilt of her knife. The ledger was exactly where he said it would be, filled with names, transactions, and damning evidence of Louis’s involvement. She slipped it into her bag and turned to the cages. Her hand hesitated on the latch of the first cage. The prisoners stared at her, fear and hope warring in their eyes. For a moment, she faltered. Their faces reminded her of the past she tried so hard to bury.

While the jail was attached to the precinct, I assumed they had the man in a holding cell given the earliness of the morning. “Can I help you?” The officer was one of the few who didn’t know who I was. “I’m prosecutor Selena Barrios here to talk with a prisoner you have in holding.” Fuck. That’s when I realized I’d yet to read the man’s name. I handed him my card, which he scrutinized carefully, but not before sliding his eyes up and down the length of me. Why were men pigs? “And who would that be, Ms. Barrios?”

Holding my purse I was ready finally to get out of this prison! The first thing I want to see is The Eiffel Tower, I stopped a cab, I couldn’t speak properly in French, and the man was old, I don’t think he can speak in English. I had an idea of sowing him a picture of The Eifel Tower, I showed him the picture pointing to the picture, “I want to go here” I said, he nodded, I was relieved that he got me.