Dante Castelli.
I spent the entire day locked in that damn room, handling cartel business.
Reviewing reports on drug shipments that had arrived at the port.
Ensuring the bribes for the corrupt guards were up to date.
Passing down orders to my men outside regarding pending executions.
Strategizing ways to expand the cartel’s control without drawing the authorities‘ attention.
Dealing with internal betrayal by ordering the elimination of one of my men who tried to sell me out to a rival group.
Coordinating the transport of new weapons due to arrive soon.
Planning ways to smuggle more of my products inside the prison.
Monitoring the warden’s movements, ensuring he remained on my payroll.
The list felt endless.
Exhaustion weighed heavy on my shoulders, and all I wanted now was to get back to my cell, lie beside my little bunny, and finally rest.
But something was wrong.
The corridor was empty.
No guards.
No inmates.
My expression darkened.
I headed toward the cafeteria.
Empty.
An eerie silence filled the room.
What the fuck is going on?
Unease turned to irritation.
Something was off.
And no one had informed me.
I picked up my pace toward the yard.
The shouting reached me first.
Roars of excitement, the sound of a bloodthirsty crowd.
Rage exploded in my chest.
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A fight.
Without my permission.
Tension spread through every muscle in my body.
Which bastard dared organize this without consulting me?
My eyes blazed with pure hatred.
Whoever it was, I’d rip their tongue out with my own hands.
I pushed closer to the yard.
The circle of inmates vibrated, roaring like animals starved for blood.
Curious, I looked past the crowd to see who was fighting.
And my heart plummeted to my stomach.
The Crusher was standing tall.
And on the ground…
Elijah.
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
His face was purple, swollen with bruises.
His uniform was torn.
Kicks and punches had left their marks all over his body.
There was blood on the floor.
My bunny.
My Elijah.
Something inside me snapped.
Blood boiled in my veins, the world around me vanishing.
The only thing I saw was the filthy bastard who dared lay a hand on what was mine.
The Crusher raised his fist, ready for the final blow.
Time seemed to slow.
And then…
I caught his fist midair.
The impact silenced the entire yard.
The dead silence was almost deafening.
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The inmates froze, staring at the scene in pure shock.
The Crusher tried to pull his arm back.
But I didn’t let him.
My fingers clamped around his wrist like a claw.
His eyes widened when I drove my fist into his stomach.
The blow was so hard his body doubled over instantly.
The crowd murmured in fear.
But I wasn’t done.
I clenched my fist again.
Punched his face hard enough to shatter teeth and break his nose in one blow.
The crack echoed like snapping bones.
He staggered, dazed.
I seized the opening.
Spun and delivered a brutal sweep.
His massive body crashed to the ground with a thud.
Before he could move, I stomped on his groin with all my strength.
His scream made my smile widen.
His eyes watered instantly, his body writhing in agony.
But I didn’t care.
I crouched down and shoved my hand into his mouth.
I grabbed his jaw and pressed with all my force.
The jaw cracked with a grotesque snap.
His scream was muffled by his own blood.
The crowd started backing away.
The Crusher was a legend in here.
But I was a demon.
And they were all about to see that.
My vision turned red.
Rage consumed me.
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I started punching him.
Punch.
Punch.
Punch.
His face caved in under each blow.
The sounds of flesh breaking were drowned by my own furious grunts.
But it wasn’t enough.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
