Zane’s POV

For the first time since I was dragged into this hellhole, I didn’t feel like a caged man, but rather, I felt like the one holding the leash.

I sat at the edge of my bunk, the metal frame creaking as I adjusted. I stared at the bar gate, waiting for the guard to swing it open. I had bribed a guard earlier to grant me a chance to get this call through. I emptied my stash just so I could make this call, and it would be worth it in the end. That I was sure of. 

Immediately he slid ...