Vegas Prison Stories Novels & Stories

Verona asked again, turning her head slightly toward Grace. "Yes, and I swear on my life I'm not lying about it," Grace said. "So if you've got a whole billionaire for a son, why the hell are you still rotting in a dirty prison uniform?" Verona asked. Grace squeezed her eyes shut, unable to force out a single word of response. She just kept her head down, staring at the concrete floor as they walked. As they turned the corner into the main recreational hallway, a loud scuffle broke out near the shower doors. A tall tattooed inmate was roughly shoving a smaller girl against the lockers, stealing her commissary tokens while the poor girl sobbed.

Alpha Wayne's POV After leaving Lizzie to sleep, I went to the dungeon. I needed to speak to those bastards who barged into the hospital. I asked Gunner where they were, and he pointed to the cells at the very end of the rows. I knew why he did it. Because they were separated from all the other prisoners. There are not a lot of prisoners in my dungeon. Right now, not including the six men who barged into the hospital, there are a total of ten prisoners. Their crimes range from petty theft to murder.

I was quiet for some seconds thinking deeply and I wasn't sure how I was supposed to react. ‘I mean I went to the prison recently, right? And she was clearly there.’ “I visited her recently, and she was there..” “Did you see her?” “I went over to the prison.” “Did you see her?” “I met with the warden, and she told me that my wife.. My ex-wife was injured and couldn't see me.. So..” “So, in a nutshell, Mr Vegas hasn't seen his wife in flesh and blood since she was locked away as he claimed, huh?”

“I was locked up, and then Yamelyan Radov had me thrown into a communal cell where five women pounced on me until I passed out.” The lady let out a soft, knowing whistle that split her swollen lip slightly fresh. “Let me guess. Someone that wants you completely gone from life, right? A man who manipulated you into getting into a legal precinct prison, then paid a hefty, ridiculous amount of cash to the local authorities to have you roughened up by the local muscle, and then quietly transfers you to the black market prison? Because that's what I like to call this place. The black market prison. The graveyard where you’ll never see the dawn of the day again.”

It was as if he believed that he did not deserve the consequences of his actions. “When I get out, and I am telling all of you that I will be getting out. I will eliminate all of you. Starting with you, Frederick. You are a traitor to your country. I thought we had the same ideals, but you betrayed me!” Bern cried while Senator Fredrick Adams and the rest of us on the team looked on. We are completely in attendance at the headquarters in a remote island prison in Chicago. It was the modern Alcatraz, a maximum facility with state-of-the-art security and impenetrable security walls.

, said Javi and the minute I reached my cell and collapsed on my floppy bed, the only thing I wished was for the man who kept calling me friend to be deported to another prison before sun down when he had to fucking mingle with other inmates. ‘You play basketball? We have a good court if you would be interested”, Javi spoke behind me. I took long strides to that favorite spot of mine that no one occupied. The last thing I would do in prison was play basketball with who were far more aggressive than fallen soldiers with PTSD. That was asking for trouble on the high chance you won the game while playing with lunatics who never knew what losing meant. Passing past the weight lifts, past the sec

Old man would be rolling over in his grave if he knew his brothers were acting like this. "Got arrested a few months after the club was completely out of drugs down in Vegas. When cops took pictures of him we noticed his club tattoo was still there. Instead of gutting the fucker, we had him erase his tat, then made him our eyes and ears. He'll be in prison for a while, guess the asshole had some priors, so we use him for information. He was transferred over from Vegas to New York, thanks to Timmons and he's the one that tried reaching out to Dipp."

“There was a little issue with the prisoners,” I sit up, my brows creasing. This isn’t a jail and the prisoners barely meet one on one. “What happened?” “Well, I don’t have the full details knowing you’ll want to get your hands on them first but the reports said, one is dead and the other is in the hospital, beaten up pretty badly.” I’m even more confused if that is possible. “Who?” not that I know all of them by name but the fact that Donovan is telling me and waiting for my order first means it's someone of high order.

I think I'll let him know soon, as soon as he contacts us. Fèmi and his mother hadn't told anyone that Mr. Vigan was in prison. They all used to tell people that he'd been posted elsewhere for his work and wouldn't be coming back any time soon. The truth was that Mr. Vigan had been imprisoned for embezzlement. _____FLASHBACK_____

They would let me know if anyone tried entering. I head to the dungeons at the very edge of the pack. I had them rebuilt a few years back in a more convenient place as the pack continued to grow. Far away from my people that any prisoners couldn’t cause trouble. Stevens had parked the van just outside the solid brick building. There is only one door that leads in and out, no windows, no chance of any cunt escaping. I pull the door open that lets in enough light to see both Addie and Cara in their separate cells. Stevens is standing against the wall with a foot propped up behind him and his arms folded across his chest.