Killian Demitri
The guard strolled up to my cell. It had been sixteen long fuckin years in this hellhole, and I was still here, for what I have no idea other than some bullshite Jacob had pinned on me, but it had kept me here longer than I should be.
The guard looked up at me and grinned. Sadistic bastard. “The boss wants to see you, Dimitri, today is your lucky day,” he smirked, unlocking my cell door.
I grunted. I very much doubted that fat f**k had any good news. I haven’t even heard from Cerian since he called ten years ago when I had warned him about Jacob and the s**t he’d given him. Nothing since.
“Come on Dimitri, the boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
Oh, and don’t I know it? I stepped out of the cell and was immediately cuffed. Why I have no f*****g clue there’s no way i
