Seducing My Ex's Father In Law by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 736

The Silver Crescent Prison was about 20 minutes away from the villa. It was the largest prison in the world and the strongest. I only allowed the Elite force to guard it, and no criminal, no matter their

strength, had ever been able to escape.

It was so well–known and strong that I allowed prisoners from outside of my territory to be held there as

well. One prisoner in particular happened to be the one I was seeing this evening.

“Alpha,” Gerald, one of the guards, greeted, giving me a nod as I passed through the gates.

I nodded back but said nothing as I continued to walk through the security. A few other guards also nodded at me, murmuring their greetings.

I stepped through the doors, where I greeted some of the Silver Crescent Police Force.

I contacted them already when I was on my way, to let them know of my visit and who I was there to see.

I was led through a variety of doors, not that I didn’t know where I was going, but I wasn’t there as their

Alpha; I was there as a visitor.

We stepped into the visitor center and sat in one of the seats.

“He’ll be here in a second,” the officer said before he stepped back.

I said without even looking

replied before retreating from the

guests were on one side, and the prisoners

and bulletproof glass. They could

at each visiting

other side of the glass, and a couple of guards walked through, pulling a prisoner along with them. My back straightened when I saw the tired and worn–out face

also looked a bit

his arms and legs made it so none of his abilities worked; he

saw me, and he lowered himself into the seat. He slowly grabbed the phone to the best of his ability and brought it to

on my end and

He drew out the word Alpha like it was a bitter

Lila was a Blackwell?” I asked, straight to the point. I wasn’t there to have a mindless conversation or beat around the

raised his brows, and the corner

“Why do you ask?”

“Answer the question, Churchill.”

in his seat, his eyes

“You’ve been busy-”

fists on the table in front

was at my wits‘ end, and

was my fucking prison; I could do just that if I

a belt of

that easy? Did you honestly think it was over? I might be