CHAPTER FOURTY-FIVE

The prisoners faces lit up with excitement, eager to witness a thrilling fight. Jerome, sensing the tension, cracked his knuckles and prepared to defend himself.

One of the bullies tried to sneak up behind him, but Jerome was too quick. He dodged the punch, which landed on the wall with a loud thud. The inmate yelped in pain.

Jerome seized the opportunity, grabbing the inmate and slamming him to the ground with a swift headbutt. Standing tall, he declared, "Let's end this once and for all."

The leader, still seated, smiled menacingly. "Interesting," he said, nodding to his minions. More inmates stepped forward, but they were no match for Jerome's skills.

Jerome took down the inmates one by one, effortlessly dispatching them with swift kicks and punches. He was a force to be reckoned with, and the inmates were no match for his skills.

"It's like he's toasting them," one of the prisoners whispered, awestruck.

Jerome's movements were fluid and deadly, his opponents crumbling like paper in his hands. The leader's smile began to falter, his confidence shaken by Jerome's display of dominance.

The leader, enraged, stood up and snarled, "You've done enough!" He charged towards Jerome, throwing a wild punch.

Jerome sidestepped the attack and countered with a swift punch of his own, sending the leader stumbling backward.

Seizing the opportunity, Jerome leapt onto the table and unleashed a devastating kick. The leader's eyes widened as he crashed to the ground, seeing stars for a full five minutes.

The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on the leader's crumpled form. The inmates exchanged nervous glances, awed by Jerome's formidable skills.

The prison guards were oblivious to the chaos that had erupted, seemingly absent from the area. Jerome, satisfied with the outcome, dusted his hands and walked over to a nearby tap to wash them clean.

As he rinsed the soap off, he glanced over at the inmates he had taken down, who were now writhing in pain on the floor. Their yelps and groans filled the air.

Jerome's expression remained calm and collected as he dried his hands and walked away, leaving the battered inmates in pains.

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Ava's mind wandered, and she found herself unable to concentrate. She had Jerome on her mind and wanted to see him again. As the evening drew near, she decided to leave the station.

She headed to the prison, eager to visit Jerome once more.

Ava stopped to buy some snacks on her way to the prison. When she arrived at the visitation room, Jerome was called out to meet her.

They sat down and talked for a while, sharing a warm conversation. Ava offered Jerome the snacks she had brought, and he accepted.

Jerome's eyes lit up as he unwrapped the treats, savoring the aroma before taking a bite.

Jerome looked at Ava with a hint of surprise. "What are you doing here? You visited me this afternoon."

Ava smiled sheepishly. "I know, I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to see your face again before I head home. I was missing you too much."

Jerome smiled.

Ava gently lifted Jerome's chin, examining his face. "Jerome, your beard is growing out."

Jerome chuckled.

"Should I get a shave stick?" Ava asked.

"Why?" Jerome replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You think I won't look handsome with a beard?"

Ava shook her head saying no, and Jerome burst out laughing. "Calm down, Ava," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

Ava's voice filled with emotion as she gazed at Jerome. "I' can't wait for you to be out" she trailed off, her eyes locking onto his.

Jerome's expression softened, and he reached out to hold her.

"Jerome, I really want to be held," Ava whispered, her voice trembling. "I miss your touch, I miss everything about you."

Just as they were lost in the moment, the prison guard interrupted, his voice firm but polite. "Visiting hours are over, time's up."

Jerome offered Ava a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll call you," he promised, though he wasn't sure if that was possible.

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Julian huddled in his small apartment, hiding from the world. His mind seethed with vengeance, fueled by a burning promise: to kill David with his own hands.

Before turning himself in, juluan vowed to bring David down. His eyes narrowed, focused on the task ahead.

A knock at the door broke the silence. Julian rose to answer it, his movements fluid. He had ordered food, and the arrival of his meal was expected.

Julian opened the door to collect his food delivery. He took the package, shut the door, and began eating, savoring the flavors.

As he ate, exhaustion washed over him. The thought of being imprisoned was unbearable. He glanced around his small apartment, shaking his head. He had once lived in luxury, but now...

Julian's thoughts turned to David, and his expression darkened. He vowed to make David pay for his wrongdoings, since the law seemed to be doing nothing.

David's potential mockery fueled Julian's anger. He was determined to take matters into his own hands, ensuring David faced punishment..

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Jerome sat in the prison cell, surrounded by fellow inmates. One of them spoke up, "Hey, you should call a meeting for everyone."

Jerome ignored the suggestion. Another inmate chimed in, "Since you're cool and have potential, you can be our boss."

The inmate's words were met with silence. Another voice added, "Seriously, we need a leader who can protect us."

Jerome finally spoke up, "That's why you have hands to defend yourselves. Don't rely on others."

The room fell silent.