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.

by the lack of response, Dean grabbed Jagoan’s collar and

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

Dean’s hand away, Jagoan casually arranged his

aback by Jagoan’s audacity. He couldn’t believe that this seemingly frail newcomer had the nerve to challenge him. Dean wondered if Jagoan had connections he shouldn’t cross and stepped onto Jagoan’s bed, his tone menacing, “Kid, who do you think you are? If you can’t give me a name to respect, you better

You don’t need to show me any respect because I certainly won’t offer you any. Now, get your feet off my

cell, everyone usually obeyed him. He could usually dominate and bully anyone he pleased. He

curiously, eager to see how Dean would respond to

these walls. In the cell, there were 15 other inmates,

say lie down, you lie down. You eat what I tell you

observed Dean’s threatening demeanor and vulgar language and asked calmly, “Are you into

even tighter and replied, “I’m not, but in this place, I enjoy having guys

want me to serve you, right? Why

it’s more practical if I show you in the bathroom, step by step. That way, you can practice

asking, “Boss, are you having some fun before sundown? Can we have a go when

laughed and replied, “Let me inspect the merchandise first.

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

of his bed, and replied

that, he straightened his attire and headed toward the

guts, and I respect that. Everyone, wait outside and no peeking. Or else,

smiles before Dean

while since I met someone as fragile

about I

Jagoan’s hand shot forward, clamping around Dean’s throat with lightning speed, his thumb pressing hard on Dean’s Adam’s

first, and that his grip would be

training had inflated Dean’s confidence in his strength, believing he was among the strongest in Brooklyn Prison.

Jagoan continued to squeeze. Breathing became impossible,

His defiant look turned into