414 Dirty Fight

As the heavy metal door of the visiting room clanged shut, fear coiled in Luke's gut. The lawyer's words echoed in his ears, cold and unforgiving—his appeal had been denied. He slumped back in the hard plastic chair, the sterility of the room in stark contrast to the turmoil within him. A commotion outside the door shattered the silence. Moments later, a guard ushered in a familiar figure: Henry, the leader of the gang. Luke's blood ran cold. The last thing he needed right now was another complication. Henry swaggered in, an evil grin plastered on his face. Two other gang members flanked him, their postures radiating a menacing nonchalance. "Well, well, well," Henry drawled, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Look who it is." Heard your little attempt at early release go bust." Luke clenched his jaw, refusing to rise to the bait. "What do you want, Henry?" Henry sauntered closer, his shadow looming over Luke. "We came to talk business, Little Brother." He leaned in, his voic