Harry sat still, his back against the cold wall, his fists clenched on his lap. He was back here—again—because of Sasha for the fourth time. It was always her fault.The familiar stench of sweat, damp concrete, and cheap disinfectant filled his lungs, but he barely reacted. He kept his gaze forward, refusing to acknowledge the murmurs around him.“Oh, look who’s back,” one inmate sneered from the next bench. “Harry Hendrix, the elite mastermind himself.”Another chuckled. “What’s the charge this time, Hendrix? Fraud? Bribery? Oh, wait—attempted manslaughter?”Laughter rippled through the cell, low and mocking.“Man, you got all that money, all that power, and you still can’t keep yourself outta here?”Harry exhaled slowly, tilting his head back against the wall. His fingers twitched, but he didn’t move. Didn’t give a damn reaction.Because that was exactly what they wanted.Instead, he closed his eyes, jaw tightening.He wouldn’t be here for long.The murmurs grew louder, turning int
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