The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Before long, the prison guards led Charlie to Cell No. 8, his new home. Inside, the prisoners were making noise, but the guards quickly restored order, and everyone formed a makeshift line in the center of the cell.

Two guards at the door checked the headcount through the iron railings and signaled their colleagues to unlock the gate with the intercom. Once the green light was given, the two guards entered the cell to ensure everything was in order before motioning for Charlie to follow. As he entered, an unpleasant odor filled the air, a mix of unwashed bodies, dirty bedding, and the smell of the communal toilet.

Charlie grimaced at the foul smell, but his fellow inmates seemed unfazed by the cell’s unsanitary conditions. One of the inmates noticed Charlie’s discomfort and teased, “Looks like our new roommate isn’t too thrilled with our accommodations!”

Laughter erupted among the prisoners, and another inmate chimed in, “Seems like he’s got delicate skin and a soft disposition. Right up your alley, isn’t it?”

Amid the laughter, Charlie frowned and shot a glare at the inmate, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge.

The burly man chuckled and added, “I’ll have him accustomed to my musk and my ‘little brother’ soon enough!”

The inmate, catching Charlie’s gaze, raised his eyebrows provocatively.

The lead prison guard stepped forward and introduced Charlie, saying, “This is your new cellmate who will be staying in bed No. 16 from now on.” He then addressed the teasing inmate, “Dean, I’d advise you to keep things in check. We’re still dealing with the consequences of your previous actions. You’ve caused trouble one too many times.”

Dean shrugged and said, “Come on, it was just a bit of fun with that kid. I was supposed to mentor him and provide some entertainment. He couldn’t handle it and tried to end it all. Can you blame me?”

Another inmate chimed in, “Exactly! The boss showed him some favor, and he should’ve considered it a privilege! What’s there to complain about?”

The prison guard responded sternly, “He’s not deceased yet. He’s still receiving medical care.” He then gave Charlie a stern look and said to Dean, “But his survival is uncertain, so please, don’t make my job any harder.”

Dean grinned and assured, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep things under control.”

With a nod, the prison guard turned away, and the cell’s gate closed automatically.

The remaining prisoners relaxed visibly. Dean approached Charlie, a smile on his face. “Hey, newcomer, let me explain how things work in this cell.”

Charlie ignored him and went to bed No. 16.

and pointed threateningly,

calmly, “Your breath is quite unpleasant, and you don’t seem to

hand away, Jagoan casually arranged

if Jagoan had connections he shouldn’t cross and stepped onto Jagoan’s bed, his tone menacing, “Kid, who do you think you are?

“I have no affiliations. I’m just an undocumented immigrant apprehended by immigration. You don’t need to show me any respect because I certainly won’t offer you any. Now, get your feet off my bed and clean up

silence. In this cell, everyone usually obeyed him. He could usually dominate and bully anyone he pleased. He never expected a seemingly fragile

to

strength within these walls. In the cell, there were 15 other inmates, most of them Dean’s followers, and the rest were too afraid to

Dean, and I call the shots here. When I say jump, you jump. When I say lie down, you lie down. You eat what I tell you to eat, and you swallow whatever I tell you to swallow. You better fall in

Dean’s threatening demeanor and vulgar language and

not, but in

and said, “You want me to serve you, right? Why don’t you explain

and said, “I could explain, but it’s more practical if I show you in the

having some fun

the merchandise first.

menacing scowl, he turned to Jagoan and ordered, “Let’s go.

his bed, and replied calmly,

that, he straightened his attire and headed

onlookers, saying, “You’ve got guts, and I respect that. Everyone, wait

agreed with smiles before Dean entered the

the door and turned to Jagoan, a sly grin on his face. “It’s been a while since I met someone as fragile as you, ever since that kid… Let me teach you how to survive

Jagoan sneered. “How about I give you a lesson in

with

and that his grip would

his strength, believing he was among the strongest in Brooklyn Prison. Yet here he was, being overpowered by a slender Asian

with pain as Jagoan continued to squeeze. Breathing became impossible,

turned into one of fear as he