No More Chains
Jasper had the keys. He had the advantage.
And now?
He was going to end Pante nox.
The Hunt Begins....
The solitary wing was quiet—too quiet.
Jasper moved fast, barefoot, blood pounding in his ears. Every shadow could be a guard. Every corner could be a trap. But he didn't stop.
Pante thought he could play games. That he could break Jasper with threats, with mind tricks.
He thought wrong.
Jasper wasn't the same man who walked into Blackridge.
And by the time he was done? Pante wouldn't walk out.
He needed an edge.
A guard's baton—stolen. A shiv, lifted from an unconscious inmate. Every tool counted.
By the time he reached gen-pop, Jasper wasn't just a man anymore.
He was a weapon.
The yard was alive with tension.
Pante's men were scattered, talking in hushed voices—they knew something was coming.
They just didn't know how soon.
Jasper stepped into the light.
Every head turned.
A man who wasn't supposed to be free. A man who was supposed to be locked away in a dark hole, broken.
Instead?
He was here. Walking straight for Pante.
No hesitation. No fear.
Pante stood near the weight racks, arms crossed, watching. Amused.
"You're either the dumbest bastard in this place," Pante said, "or the most dangerous."
Jasper didn't stop walking.
Pante smirked. "So, what's the plan, Cruz? Kill me here, in front of everyone?"
Jasper kept his voice low. Cold. "No. I'm going to break you. Like you tried to break me."
Pante's smirk faltered.
And then Jasper attacked.
Pante was fast. But Jasper was faster.
He feinted left, then drove the baton straight into Pante's ribs. A sickening crack.
Pante stumbled, cursing. His men rushed forward—
Jasper wasn't alone.
Mark stepped into the fray. So did others—inmates who wanted Pante gone.
A full-scale riot erupted.
But Jasper didn't see any of it.
All he saw was Pante.
Bleeding. Struggling. Losing.
Jasper grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the fence.
Pante coughed blood, eyes wide. For the first time—he was afraid.
"This is my prison now," Jasper growled.
Pante's lip curled, but there was no power left. He'd lost.
The guards stormed the yard.
Baton strikes. Pepper spray. Chaos.
Jasper felt hands yanking him back, but he didn't care.
Pante nox was finished.
And Jasper?
He was just getting started.