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They all exchanged glances at each other before turning to Byron. “A little broken bone will teach this rat a lesson!” The hefty one said. “Don’t!” They heard a voice from inside before they could even take a step towards Byron. A fat old man walked out and stood at his balcony, staring at the gate where Byron and the rest were. He had a smoke pipe at the corner of his mouth, as his eyes were fixed on Byron like he had been expecting him. “Don’t touch him, let him in.” He blew on his pipe and pulled it out. “He has an appointment.” Byron kept a straight face. These hefty looking men should rather thank their stars that their boss came out on time. He was ready to punch their faces in. “Boss, you can’t go in there alone. It might be a trap.” “He’s right, boss… you can’t trust mafias, especially the one as notorious as Richard Rowland.” Bruno and the rest whispered into Byron’s ears as he was about to walk in. “If I’m not out in the next 8 minutes, just know somethin
At about one hour after leaving Byron in the hands of the police…. Richard gracefully walked into the big tall building in front of him. At the moment he ran to the balcony earlier, a helicopter was already waiting out for him. So when the police checked and found no trace of anybody other than Byron, he knew his plan walked out perfectly, the way he drafted it with his boss. A group of men were right behind him as he walked in. He bowed his head immediately he saw Derek sitting on his seat, with some ladies touching his body. “Leave us.” Derek said, lighting his cigarette before looking up at Richard. They left then, Derek sat up and asked, “Spill.” Richard smiled, “It went according to plan. The cops didn’t get to see myself or my men when they arrived… the thing is, you know how powerful Mr. Smith is, he’s going to get out.” “He’s going to try… but can he?” Derek laughed. No one knows he's Mr. Smith.... he's a normal man to any common man on the street. Even the cops
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.
“What?” Byron frowned. Killing was legal in this place? He wasn't ready to add to the murderer title he was given to be thrown here.For all he knows, this fight could be planned as well. If he got off the hook on Henry White's case, with the inmates being eyewitnesses, he probably would be charged for this.“No one is killing anyone!” He yelled back at John and turned to leave.As he walked away, his opponent who was groaning on the floor, grabbed the knife a fellow inmate threw at him and stood up.He rushed over to Byron, his hands in the air, aiming at Byron who was still walking away, not caring to turn back at the crowd.The man got close and was about to stab Byron when his hand was suddenly stopped by another prisoner.“Sucre?” The man frowned as Sucre grabbed the knife, stopping him from stabbing the fish.The noise intensified as Sucre used that same knife in stabbing Byron's opponent twice in the stomach before leaving him there.Byron saw everything, then he shifted his ga
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
He grabbed her hair and lifted her face to face him. He gave her a murderous look before saying, “Don't try to play dumb with me, Nessa.” A tear fell from the right corner of her eyes, “I don't understand what you're talking about.”“Oh.. you don't?” Derek frowned, “Well, let me break it to you. The moment you choose to back out of our deal, I mean… this deal we all planned? Consider yourself dead.” He announced fearlessly.“But… I'm your cousin… we are related..” Vanessa cried, trying to pull his hands from grabbing her hair tightly.“That's the more reason you aren't lying lifeless yet.” He gritted his teeth and let go of her…. He didn't come this far to let this tiny cousin of his screw things up for him.He had paid, sacrificed too many things for this to work out. Even if it was his cousin, he wouldn't spare a stupid mistake.He knows Byron was would definitely wanna get out of that place that's why he had to get her, Richard and Alex involved. If Byron was smart, be rest assure
“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