Chapter 145 —The Devil is in his hell.

Narrator:

The clock on the wall ticked away with that unbearable slowness that only exists in places where time is punishment. The cold lights in the hallway flickered. The rusted metal of the bars was steeped in other stories. Other ruins.

Roman Adler sat on the concrete bench in his cell. Legs spread, elbows on his knees, hands clasped as if meditating... or as if planning an execution. His shirt was slightly open. Not because he wanted to be comfortable, but because he wanted others to see his tattoos. To remember who they were sharing this hell with.

The Devil was in hell. But he wasn't burning. He was waiting.

The charges were serious: bigamy, immigration fraud, using marriage to an illegal immigrant to evade the law. Quite a scandal for a man like him. The media already had his photo. His enemies were already smelling blood. The hyenas were licking their chops.

But Roman... he was smiling. Because they knew who he was. And the worst thing yo