Orion

Orion was in prison, but he wasn’t really a prisoner. Not in the way most people were. He’d finally been caught—not for one of the big jobs, just a slip-up, something minor. A few years, nothing more. Inside, he was untouchable. People either feared him, respected him, or both. The cellblocks bent around him like steel bars gone soft. For Orion, this place wasn’t punishment—it was just another territory to rule. Only the judge and the warden treated him like an inmate. Everyone else? They turned a blind eye. As long as he didn’t spark a riot or draw headlines, he could do whatever he wanted—except walk out the front gates. And he made the most of it. He had a ‘harem’ here, if you could call it that—new blood handpicked by him, delivered by guards who were happy to trade flesh for favors, cash, or silence. Prison wasn’t justice. It was just another game. And Orion was still winning.