Vegas Prison Stories Novels & Stories

Housed at this prison facility for over a hundred and thirty years, Bohdan had become the most famous resident of this now privately owned business. Built near Topeka in eighteen eighty, the state owned prison was sold to New Systems Corrections Inc. in nineteen ninety three. It was then retrofitted to hold a tram line that could navigate through the building stopping at cells to let paid tourists view the inmates. Inmates that were now exclusively vampires. The venture was akin to a zoo, or a theme park that allowed visitors to view the attractions from a safe distance. Each cell had one side fitted with a Plexiglas that faced the tram and allowed the visitors a full view of the inmates hou

But she wasn’t even looking at me. It was evident that Attorney Langford had walked straight into a dead end on this case. “Huh… humm…” he stammered, attempting to form a response regarding the evidence. Right there, I dropped my gaze to the floor inside the dock. My hands were trembling now. I could practically see myself being pushed into Mandena’s most dangerous prison. I had heard plenty of horror stories about that prison—how men rped men and women rped women. It was once divided into two sections: one for men, the other for women. But I knew that even within those walls, there were no real rules.

“Vegas, isn’t it?” They slid into the booth and started talking. I wasn’t listening to the words. I just needed noise. Something to drown the thoughts. We drank. More than we should have. I didn’t ask for names. They didn’t either. Somewhere between laughing too hard and the floor tilting beneath me, I felt a hand brush mine. Warm. Gentle. Not urgent. Just there. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. We danced, but I didn't know what came over me; maybe it was the drink, but I was pressing my ass on his dick as I danced. Maybe it has to do with "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." He was hard, and I turned and laughed at him. "Trouble," he said an

Reagan took it and looked at the photo. "One of your victims? What did she do?" Reagan asked and put the photo on the table where he was working. "That b*tch's man was the one who put me in prison," Jasper said, his eyes darkening and his hand clenched into a fist. "I want revenge," he added. "Alright, I will work on it, but first, let's celebrate your freedom, brother!" Reagan said and raised his bottle, grinning playfully. Jasper let out a small, cold laugh and raised his own bottle.

"Good, I don't want you ever going back to Vegas." I nod. I have no plans to go back either. Archer suffered a major concussion and three cracked ribs. He spent two weeks in the Pelican Bay hospital. After giving his statements to the police, they didn't have anything they could charge him on. In their eyes he's nothing but a victim of a home invasion and kidnapping. Ridge shipped Archer and all the paperwork he had compiled about Daisy's crime ring to the Las Vegas Police Department where they too probably decided there was nothing they could do to Archer. No one had any evidence of the underground gambling ring and it wasn't like any of the criminals who lost money plan to report the crime

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.

“And this may not be the best venue to discuss it, after all. Castelli, a conversation with me, or the LVPD?” I swallowed hard, and it did nothing at all to clear the tightness in my throat. Prison couldn’t be that bad, I thought wildly. It couldn’t be worse than dealing with this man. But I’d come to Las Vegas on a gamble, after all, hoping my skill with cards would be enough to bluff my way through the line of credit I knew I couldn’t pay for. The police, jail, all the horrors and indignities of the criminal justice system—those were known quantities. I mean, I didn’t know what would happen, but I could take an educated guess. And none of it appealed to me. In fact, it made me want to run

instructed the guard once more. “Let me!” I bellowed but a hand restrained me. “Just let me talk to that stupid guy,” I said to the guard. “Let him,” a voice whispered behind us. The prison was giving me his signature grin. “Two minutes top and no more.” I nodded. “Give us privacy.” I dragged the stoic body of the man down the steps. I was starting to have doubts about my decision for picking him over the other one. “Hey!” I slapped him hard on the face. “Get a hold of yourself!” I got no reaction in return. “Listen to me, dude. Win this fight and I promise you would never worry for your wife and kid again. I promise no Santa Muertos would ever endanger them. Do you like that?”

They stood there looking at us. ‘My name is Vegas. We got here because he asked each of us to go out on a date with him. So I said, "Why not? I'm single, my mate is probably dead, so why not." He took me to a nice restaurant, we ate and left. The next thing I knew, I got knocked over the head and woke up two days late in this ****ing cage. He told us if we would fight for him and not lose, we would be set free. He lied; the girls that lost got killed. We are the only ones left. The last girl they took down, she had a smart mouth on her, so they took her downstairs to break her.” “Yeah, about that. She's dead now,” Vegas shrugged her shoulders; she didn’t care; she was free now.

“They’ve got lots of those low-Vampires down here as well. We’re all subjected to the same fate.” Stella grabs the bars and fervently demands, “Are you sure of what you say? They captured Vampires too?” The man scoffs, “Think I’m exaggerating my story? Why don’t you go check on the other cell next to you and see for yourselves then?” At his suggestion, we both snap our heads to look behind us at the other cell with only one inmate. Stella rises on her feet and walks across to indeed go confirm for herself while I pensively await her return, stuck in turmoil.