MCT_2616

Framed for a crime he didn’t commit, Jasper is thrown into Blackridge Penitentiary—a prison ruled by the strong. Betrayed, beaten, and left for dead, he has one goal: survive, grow stronger, and take revenge.

Under the brutal guidance of Mark Clarin, Jasper transforms. But when he strikes first against Pante nox, the prison’s most feared kingpin, war erupts.

Now, Jasper isn’t just fighting for survival. He’s taking over.

Forged in Chains

Blackridge was shifting. Power had changed hands.

And Warden Grayson? Didn't like it.

Jasper knew something was wrong the moment the morning buzzer didn't go off.

Instead of the usual chaos, there was silence.

The steel doors of Cell Block B slammed open as a flood of guards poured in.

Shouts. Orders. Batons cracking against flesh.

Jasper was already on his feet when the guards stormed into his cell.

"Cruz. Hands behind your back. Now."

Jasper didn't resist. Didn't fight.

Because this? Wasn't a random raid.

They dragged him through the halls, past other inmates slammed against walls, beaten down, cuffed.

The entire prison was under lockdown.

And there was only one reason why.

Jasper was thrown into a chair, the sharp glare of a desk lamp hitting his face.

A man built like a statue—tall, broad-shouldered, his uniform crisp. Unshaken.

He leaned forward. "You've been busy, Cruz."

The Warden smirked. "Pante's gone. Briggs and Soriano are answering to you. The whole prison is whispering your name."

He sat back, clasping his hands. "That's a problem."

Ethan exhaled. "Only if you make it one."

The Warden chuckled. Low. Dangerous.

"Do you know how many men have tried to take Blackridge for themselves?" Grayson's eyes were cold. "And do you know where they are now?"

Grayson's smirk faded. "Dead. Or worse."

He stood, walking around the desk. "Let me explain something to you, Cruz." His voice was quiet, but the room felt smaller.

"This prison belongs to me. Every cell. Every guard. Every inch of concrete. You?" He leaned down. "You're nothing but another inmate who forgot his place."

Grayson studied him. Then, he smirked again.

"You're not afraid. That's good. It makes this more fun."

He straightened, adjusting his cuffs. "From now on, things are going to change. No more deals. No more protection."

He stepped closer. "And if you think your little empire will last?"

He chuckled. "You'll wish you never stepped foot in Blackridge."

Grayson looked at them. "Solitary. A week. Let's see if he's still a king after that."

Because he knew—this wasn't the end.

The Warden’s Wrath