Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 133

Welcome to Hell

Chapter 133

Dante Castelli.

I watched my little bunny sleeping soundly, breathing peacefully,

I turned his body carefully, making him grumble softly in his sleep.

He was completely exhausted.

I sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating that scene with a slight smile on my lips.

How I love him.

I can’t wait to show him the world, to take him somewhere where he can observe the planets up close, especially Saturn, which he loves so much.

This boy has me in the palm of his hand, and yet I love that feeling.

I love it when he takes control, when he commands situations, especially during sex.

He has changed so much; he has become an incredible man, and that change only makes me admire

him even more.

I got up quietly, picked up my uniform from the floor, and got dressed quickly.

As I left the cell, the metallic sound of the bars closing echoed, but even that was not enough to

wake him up.

I walked through the corridors toward the main wing exit. The guards respectfully made way for me, and I continued on my way to the warden’s office.

I pushed the door open without knocking,

The bastard was smoking behind his desk, but as soon as he saw me, he turned pale and dropped his

cigarette.

The fear in his eyes was almost comical.

‘You know… I could kill you for thinking of threatening me.

He swallowed hard, visibly trembling.

But I’ll spare you.

1 approached him with firm steps, forcing him to back away.

Chapter 133

Because, because of your little threat, Elijah found out the truth, and we settled things. If that

hadn’t happened, your head would already be off your neck.

He couldn’t respond. He just nodded, his eyes wide,

“I hope you told my people to come pick me up.” I crossed my arms,

“Yes, sir. They’re already on their way. They’ll arrive at dusk.”

I nodded slightly.

“Bring my clothes. And my bunny’s too. Set aside some clothes for Tony and Fox. We’re all leaving

together.”

The warden rushed out of the room without arguing.

He knew there was no room for refusal.

While I waited, I approached the window.

Of course, I would still watch from afar, taking care of some operations.

The warden returned with bags in his hands, handing them over with trembling fingers.

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