Behind Bars
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“Looks like we're stuck together, sweetheart.” he said with a devilish wink.
Crystal “Chris” Thomison has just been arrested. For murder. Now she finds herself in the back of a van with a few other convicts. On a deliver stop, she finds herself stuck in a relentless hurricane at Coast Side Male Detention Center.
Which is where she meets gang banger, Julius “Jay” Monroe. He's head of one of the most feared gangs- Black Devil. She's stuck rooming with him since every other cell was full. He's a player, but with a dark past.
Now the two of them are stuck together in a single cell. Not to mention the fact that Jay's rival gang is headed to come and kill him along with anyone who gets in their way. Let's just say, they aren't the type that's afraid to hit a female.
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Using Him
"Love is a strange emotion-it strikes when you least expect it." -Moonwriting Sebastian King They call me the Lucifer of the Mafia. The God of Death. The man who bends Europe to his will with a snap of his fingers. And yet-none of that power could have prepared me for her. Erika Carter. She wasn't supposed to matter. She was just another piece in this rotten world I rule, another soul pulled into the sick "Auction" I've hated all my life. I should have walked away. But the moment I saw her defiant eyes staring back at me-unafraid, unbroken-I knew she was mine to claim. Only... not like the others. I didn't buy her to destroy her. I bought her to refine her. To protect her. To own her. To burn for her. But Erika Carter doesn't bend. She pushes back. She tests me. She looks at the devil and smiles, daring me to fall into the one trap I swore I'd never believe in- Love. And God help me... I'm already falling. Erika Carter He thinks he owns me. He thinks money, fear, and power can cage a woman like me. But Sebastian King is about to learn one brutal truth- Two can play this game. If he wants me, he can have me. But he doesn't get to write the rules. I do. Because when Death itself falls in love... even kings can bleed. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains dark themes, including violence, bloodshed, abuse, and sexual assault. Read responsibly.
#1 jail #1 fight #1 criminal *** "Don't take it personal, I just like to play it safe, you know." He said, crouching down in front of me to tie each of my ankles to the chair. I couldn't move at all, especially after he duct taped even my waist to the chair. I watched him examine his work whilst he rubbed his beard and then a slow grin creeped onto his face. He bent down and put one end of the duct tape on my damn nipple, went around the chair again and ripped it off. He put the other end on my other nipple and I felt my cheeks heat up in humiliation. "Just to make sure you don't get cold again." He looked at me, his smirk slowly fading again. I gave him a hard stare. His hand reached out and fixed the glasses on my nose. Then he turned the chair so, that I was looking at the couch. He sat down, arms spread out on the back rest of the old leather couch, his eyes fixed on me again. "And now we're gonna talk." *** Belle Valery was a hardworking and rather unpopular law school student. She was almost done with school, had a structured daily schedule that consisted of waking up, going to school, going to the local library and study until she got a headache. She would walk home at night and go to sleep immediately. For almost three years that was all Belle knew and she was hoping to get her degree without further complications. But hope often differs from reality. Especially when her neighbourhood was suddenly on lockdown, because an escapee was on the loose. Belle didn't expect to one day wake up and find said escapee peacefully sleeping in her room. She didn't expect to scream and wake him up. And she didn't expect that morning to be the beginning of their incredible, yet a little complex love story. But life is always better unplanned and unexpected. "The ex jailbird and the lawyer, what a fucking pair."
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