New Bliss
Prologue
Axel's POV
"I am sentencing you to 12 years to life for first degree murder of Andrew Sportsman. Case Closed. Next!"
I growl and turn to my lawyer.
"You're honor-"
"Case closed. Now Mr. Burns if there is any other information that can prove your client innocent, set up a court meeting, but until then, case is closed."
I slam the palms of my hands roughly on the desk and angrily push myself out of the seat. Stalking away, I rip off my tie and exhale the breath of anger I had.
This wasn't fair. I hadn't killed that man, I was innocent.
Although from the way the cops had caught me, I looked anything but.
This was obviously the doing of Dante and his minions as I like to call his gang. They were waiting for the perfect opportunity to pin anything on me and considering my situation I'd say those bastards had gotten what they wanted.
I was handcuffed and pushed toward the exit. I let out an aggravated huff before something, or someone, caught my eye.
That son of a-
"Move it King!"
The cop not so gently pushed me and I bit my tongue in order to stop myself from cursing at him.
I kept walking and made my way out of the room.
However my eyes stayed locked on the one person I despised the most.
Dante Ligğorne (Lig-worn)
Third Persons POV
The Knight Sons were thrilled at what they had achieved seeing as they had put their most challenging and worst enemy- Axel King- behind bars where he would not be able to stop them from doing the city and its civilians wrong.
Axel had been their biggest challenge and because of this, he had to face time in jail.
Dante's sinister smirk never slipped as he watched Axel King, his enemy, sent to 12 years to life for the murder of Andrew Sportsman, who was nothing but a mere bystander that happened to be caught in the middle of the mess that was known as
Gang Wars.
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Innocent Bliss
Romance"Give me one damn reason why I should leave!" "Because I'm not good for you! You're too good, too Innocent!" "So what! You can't deny this." I bring my hand up and touch his cheek with the palm of it, caressing his five o'clock shadow. His eyes shut...
