DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS or FAST AND FURIOUS...I DON'T OWN ANYTHING ELSE FAMOUS EITHER. I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTERS WHO WILL BE IN THIS STORY.
Hello! It's the long awaited SEQUEL!
I hope you guys want to read it still!
PROLOGUE
The building was live with excitement, mystery, wonder, confusion, and definitely anger.
The scene? Brutal, grotesque, horrifying.
The image? Unimaginable.
The cause? Death, death beyond words, beyond description.
The riot was increasing and the guards were having a hard time trying to control it.
This is what's currently occuring inside Miami-Dade State Penitentiary. The place where all the murderers/killers, rapists/molestors, thieves, felons, etc. were confined, were crowded into, were locked deep inside.
In one cell, however, sitting on a single bunk bed, was a man sitting on the edge on his bed, arms resting on his knees as he leaned forward, shadows halfway covering his body. On his left breast pocket, and on his back, were large black numbers; which read:
0160606
The man smirked, knowing exactly what happened.
He was happy, glad, ecstatic.
The reason? He was going to be released soon. If not by tomorrow or the day after, then soon...today...
"I'm back..."
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The police guard sneered as the ex-con walked out of the building, a smug look on the man's face.
"Bye." The man smirked.
Walking over to a black van, a tall, muscular, bald man opens the door for the ex-con, nodding his head as a greeting.
"Thank you, Enrique."
"You're welcome, Mr. Verone." Enrique thanked.
Verone climbs in, strapping on his seatbelt while one of the bodyguards makes his a drink.
Grabbing the Gin and Tonic, Verone downs it all in one large gulp, sighing in content once it slides smoothly downs his throat.
"How do you feel, boss?" Enrique asks.
"It feels good to be back...very good..."
END of CHAPTER.
I know it's short. Sorry!
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