The Royal Contract

Chapter 642: Might as well die fighting

“Nick, get up.” The guard shouted. “You have another visitor.” The guard banged on his cell, alerting him that he had to move again.

He had just got back and was about to rest when the bars of his cage started making their metallic noise. He wished to ignore it, but he knew the guard would not stop until he opened his eyes and prepared to go out.

But he just met with his incompetent lawyers, who kept promising him that he would be out of here in no time. But until now, he was still rotting in jail.

“Give me a second.” He said irritatedly when the baton started hitting the bars again.

This time, he quickly got up and assumed the position. He was starting to get the hang of this. It was not a good sign, based on his opinion.

“Just hurry up because I do not have time for your shit.” The guard angrily said when he took his sweet time.

“Who is it this time?” He asked, doubting that his lawyers went back to see him after he yelled and threatened to fire all of them.

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Whoever was waiting for him on the other side of this cell would have to wait because he was not in a hurry to see him. He might already have an idea of who he might be. It was another meeting he was not looking forward to.

“Just walk, and you will see who it is once you get there.” The guard said, not particularly interested in their little chitchat as he rammed his metallic rod on his back to force him to walk faster.

“Easy.” He raised his hand as high as possible with the chain in his hands and feet. “I am walking as fast as I can.” He laughed a little with his small entertainment.

He might, as well, enjoy the little fun he could make with the people around him. It would seem that he would be here for a while based on his current situation.

“Sit down and wait until he arrives.” The guard chained him to the table as he sat on the available chair.

“Ok. I think I know the drill.” He jokingly said to the guard, laughing at him. But in truth, he was not finding any humor in his condition.

He wanted to get out of here at the soonest possible time. He did not want to make a plea deal for a lesser sentence. His lawyers kept insisting that the evidence was tight. It would be hard for him to get out of this one.

But he did not believe it. He had seen many of his friends escape their crimes by using their money. So, what were these clowns doing with his money, referring to his team of lawyers.

“I guess we meet again.” The next man who walked through the door announced as soon as he was inside the room.

Again, the four corners of the room had no windows, cameras, or mike. Therefore, even if he confessed to a murder, the only one who could hear it was the other man in the room. The source of this content is N(o)vel(F)ire

But he did not kill anyone, nor did he plan to confess to any of his crimes. Much more admitted to a crime he did not commit just to save the big boss that would not even show his face to him.

“State your case and be gone. But on second thought, I actually do not want to hear any of it.” He said to the man, who had a big smile plastered on his lips. He seemed to be unfazed by his attitude.

“That is not how you should treat a friend,” Mike responded disappointedly to him, shaking his head as if he disapproved of his behavior. “I am here for you. I think I am your only friend now.”

He said too sweetly to him as he circled the table, moving around him as if he was thinking. But he only had one intention in mind. He just wanted his friend to pay extra attention to what he was about to say.

“You are not my friend,” Nick emphasized the last few words. “You can tell your boss to go to hell.” He was done playing their games.

He could already guess that his boss was playing him for a fool. All this time, he used him as a puppet and manipulated him into this situation. Until now, he wanted to use him to take all the blame.

If only he knew he was, he might have some leverage against him. But he had no idea about his identity. The only thing he knew about the organization. They might have already been destroyed by now.

“Well, I can’t blame you for going batshit crazy. Life inside must be taking a toll on you.” Mike said as he stood behind him.

Before he knew it, he grabbed his head with one of his hands to steady it. He wrapped his other arm around his neck, holding it in the bend of his elbow. Then exerted pressure on his larynx, making him choke on his own saliva.

Then, he drastically released him, making him couch hard, bending forward as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were cloudy with the slight tears that pooled around the lids, but he still saw his shadow in his peripheral vision when he moved.

“Don’t make it hard on yourself, Nick.” He raised his shoulder as if to make a point. “As you can see, no one will be here to help you. Your money will never be able to help you. Only the big boss can.”

He could see that he was thinking, but whatever it was. He could not read if he understood the message. However, if he would guess. He believed Nick did not care anymore.

“Is that the best you can do?” He partially laughed but was unable to continue.

He was still heaving from the lack of air, but he sat straight and faced the other man. Mike might have the upper hand now, but he was not going down without fighting.

If he was going down, so would the big man. He would find a way to drag him with him. He never reached his position by simply giving up whenever a problem occurred. That was not his way and would never be.

“So be it.” Mike raised his hand in surrender, believing that he had done what he could. “Do not say I did not warn you.” He chuckled as if he was relieved that his job was through.

If it was solely his decision, Nick would be dead by now. But his boss wanted a fall guy. But now, he believed Nick would end up dead soon inside the cell with no one to help him.

“Threats are for sissy. Do it before I get my hands on you.” He bravely said to the other man, threatening to end his life.

Now, he knew that his life was in danger. He just made an enemy with the most notorious leader of the gang. But he would die in this cell if he agreed with him. He had already resigned to his fate, so he might as well die fighting.