Vegas Prison Stories Novels & Stories

He finished, spewing venom. In minutes I had figured out the kind of person Vegas was. He was the kind of person who despite the elegance of the mistake made, would beckon to hell instead and further damn the consequences, they were always right and never at fault. I despised the likes of Vegas, I was in no room to be picky at the personalities of the men I had come across while being held captive, because they were all the same. But I'd have to owe my being alive to Vegas's attitude and to Fate. I had escaped the claws of death twice, the third time might not be so certain.

I cocked my head in anger. “She, is right here and she isn’t some 12th century slave. What is your problem? Both of you?” They both looked unfazed by my outburst and it made me wonder just how many people they’d held prisoner. Maybe I needed to be gentler in making my requests, seeing as they were the one’s paying for it. “I came here with nothing but the clothes I was taken in and the flipflops you removed from Fibonacci…” I mentally shivered at the thought, I still had nightmares about it.

That made no sense to me at all, especially when I was still in the basement of the man who had brutally killed my family. Five days left, five more days left before my freedom would supposedly be granted, and until now nothing had happened. I thought I would be trapped in the basement forever. I had been counting every single day, and according to Giovanni, it was going to happen today. And now I'm beginning to doubt him because I don't think this will go as planned. Suddenly, the door opened without delay. I slowly stood up. Primo came inside. “Follow me.” No questions were asked; I just did as I was told.

"They're not. You cheated on Jane with her best friend just minutes before your wedding. You emotionally abused her for months, tearing down her self-esteem piece by piece until she believed she was worthless without you. You tried to blackmail her with a baby that wasn't yours. You hired someone to commit violence against your own family, to hurt a child who had done nothing except exist. A child who happens to be your half-brother. Your blood! You did those things, Hudson. Not Jane or Julius. You." "I was angry," I said, and I hated how weak my voice sounded. "I was hurt. They took everything from me." "So what?" Dr. Reeves leaned forward, and there was something fierce in her expression n

Brandon's POV [Flashback- Years ago] I picked the wrong person to rob. I was new to this town, and that was the only way I could think of surviving. A veil was currently pulled over my head, and a gag in my mouth, as I was being dragged roughly, down a flight of stairs. I stumbled several times, as I was weak, hungry, scared and confused. The police were currently looking for me in Las Vegas, after I murdered that woman, and I was damn sure these men weren't the police. I kept struggling and trying to fight them off as much as I could, but I didn't really have much strength left.

“He believes more happened at the prison than what the media reported. Apparently, a source gave him some scope.” “The story belongs to all of us,” Anabella corrected, miffed. “Unless you have miraculously transformed into a human?” “Does this human have a name?” “Dennis Rhodes,” she spat the name with such vehemence Vescovi raised a brow. “Some nondescript journalist from backwater country trying to make his mark in the big city.” Vescovi rested back in his chair as he said, “People have questioned what we’ve put out there before. Nothing has ever come of it.”

"Tell me about it. Tell me about the world outside." And so, I talked. For a moment, the prison walls seemed to recede. I told him about my classes, about the long nights of studying, and then I told him about the girls, Sera, Stephanie, and Gina. I laughed a little as I described Sera’s wild ideas and how she threatened to call the FBI when I went missing. For a second, Vance’s eyes lit up, a glimmer of the man he used to be returning to the surface.

Dramon called out through the mindlink. “Yes I am, just got a minor distraction. Fill me in.” “The thing is that the new prisoners we have were once a part of the rogue lunatic's camp. They seem to know a whole lot and are made to confess.” “What! That is crazy, why are they now imprisoned?” “They tried to run and were even successful at first. They claimed that no one bribed them but the state of the camp was bad. One just lost his mate from excessive bleeding right now.” “Why can't I hear any howls?”

Metropolis Prison was the most dangerous prison in the country, a place where the most violent criminals were kept. Murderers, serial killers, and men whose names inspired fear lived within its walls. It was not a place meant for someone like Ethan Vale. Ethan lay on his bed or rather, what could barely be called a bed. It was only a thin mat infested with bugs that crawled freely across his weak body. His delicate skin had turned red from countless bites, irritated and swollen. If it had been his first day in this prison, Ethan would never have allowed himself to sleep on something like that. He had once been someone who lived in comfort, someone who valued cleanliness and dignity. But now,

If Hope grew up with Nathan's influence instead of mine, maybe she'd become someone decent. Someone who didn't destroy lives pursuing selfish validation. My cellmate, a tax evader named Rodriguez, returned from rec time. "You look contemplative, Blackwell. Bad news?" "Just reflecting on poor life choices," I replied. "Welcome to federal prison. That's what everyone here does." Rodriguez settled onto his bunk. "Though I gotta say, your story takes the prize. Embezzling from your wife's family for your criminal mastermind mother? That's some next level dysfunction."