Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 63

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.

Chapter 63

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 Crusher raised his fist, ready for the final blow.

And then…

I caught his fist midair.

The impact silenced the entire yard.

The dead silence was almost deafening.

The inmates froze, staring at the scene in pure shock.

But I wasn’t done.

His eyes watered instantly, his body writhing in agony.

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