Chapter 78

Pablo's POV

I got tense at the same time. The sound was nothing like the screams of the men I had gotten so used to hearing. It was feminine. I really scream with dread. And it wasn't once. From the sound that accompanied that scream, someone would be getting beaten up. I didn't realize I was standing until I opened my half-open cell and left. The guards were too busy with a particular call girl to notice, but I swered around the cells, looking for the sound.

I found none other than P2. The most despicable gang leader in that entire jail. A woman was lying in front of him. Naked, with his face bleeding, and he was standing, with his hands closed in his fists. P2 was smaller than me. Thinner, but he was also bald and with a frown on his face that could only indicate difficult years. I went into the cell. He was alone with the girl. Of course. Gang leaders were always alone to commit their atrocities in peace.

"I want her in my cell," I said in a firm tone.

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