Byron's hair became wet due to the heavy rain. The inmates' noise became louder and louder as they clapped and hit their feet on the floor. Their clothes were wet but that didn't stop them from shouting. Suddenly, two men were pushed into the circle. The small guy had a look of fear as he tried to escape but his opponent pulled him close, lifted him and shoved him on the cold, wet ground. “Yahhhh.” The crowd jubilated, raising their hands in support. It felt like a usual thing to everyone except Byron who had only been to a normal prison where peace was the number one rule and the cops disliked violence. They heard the sound of a bell and immediately, the two men who were in the circle alone with Byron started their fight. “It's not your turn yet, fish… move aside so their blood doesn't stain you.” The black man from earlier said from the top, where he was still getting his massage though, he was enjoying the fight. Of course he would, he was the one behind every fight.

As the interview went on, Alex was in her room, pressing the button on her remote control to increase the volume to hear her mother's speech properly.She didn't care who went down or died as well. As long as her mother was winning the election, she was more than happy.When she was done, she got dressed, placed her gun into her bag. As she got into her car, she made a phone call but the person didn't seem to be picking up so she simply dropped a voicemail.“Vanessa, you've been acting weird lately. I thought you wanted this as well? I thought you wanted to get revenge on your father's death?” She said and dropped her phone into her bag as the driver drove out of her house.In less than 10 minutes, her phone beeped. The message was from Vanessa.[Yes, but taking Byron to Bottom prison is too dangerous. I wanted revenge, not to get him killed. What if they gang up against him there? I don't wanna have anyone's blood in my hands please.]Alex laughed as she read the text. Vanessa was st

“What's his condition? Why is he in the hospital?” Byron asked. His father was a healthy man. He was barely 60, something just doesn't seem right to him. “Mrs. Beatrice and his daughter are taking care of him. Right now, we have to work on getting you out of this dump.” Lincoln said. He believed nothing would happen to his uncle, as long as his wife was with him. “Firstly, we need to get that video where you shot Henry White investigated.” “I didn't shoot him.” Byron corrected. “I believe you didn't. I watched it countless times and there's something off about it that I can't just seem to get just yet.” While watching the clip, he was certain that whosoever did the video, was a pro. “Henry White was dead when I got there.” “So, basically… he was killed, and placed in the right position so when you got there; they would be able to get a clip of you entering the room and add it all up to make it see like you were the one.” Lincoln explained drafting out something to make Byro

He narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of the content in the box. He slowly brought it out and placed it on his bed, before falling into deep thought.“A suicide hang rope?” Byron muttered as he scanned the box for more but it was only the rope that was sent to him.Then he recalled Derek telling him to make use what was in the package this night after talking to Lincoln on the phone.It was almost 6pm and he quickly placed the rope back into the box and slid it under his bed.Indeed, he needed to talk to Lincoln. At the moment he got there, the landline was already ringing. As he was about to pick, the call stopped.“Shut!” Byron cursed. He checked the time on the walk and saw it was 6:03. It was past 6 and maybe Lincoln has been trying to reach him!Damnit!He stood there for a little bit more but the landline never rang again. It makes him wonder what Lincoln wanted to say to him. And what reason was it for him to be given a suicide hang rope?‘Make use of it tonight.’ he recalle

“Hmmm.” They both heard someone clearing her throat.They immediately broke the kiss, turning to see who it was. It was the other nurse in charge.Sara turned to her, trying to catch her breath from the kiss. “Seems you need some knocking lessons… nurse.” She said in a sarcastic tone.Byron stood from the bed and said, “I'd just take my leave… bye Sara.” He smiled and walked out of the place.At the moment he shot the door behind him, the nurse turned to Sara with a surprised look, “Don't tell me you're falling for a convict? What happened to….”“Oh please… he's different…” Sara cut her short, still fantasizing about the kiss.“So… are you guys a thing now?” She asked but Sara shook her head, “Not yet. I don't think he's going to ask me.”“But do you think he's into you?” Sara shook her head, “I don't know. This is the first time he's kissing me.” She replied.The nurse rolled her eyes, “Anyways, doctor Greg asked for the set of keys…”“What does he need it for?” Sara asked.The nurs