Chapter 319: Chapter 319

Chapter 319

~Brian saves Mr. Fanny from death in jail~

First time, first environment and ambience; Brian raised his head from slumber to realize he was behind bars for no other reason but for love; one he tagged bastard love, because as much as he knew true love was a bastard and he was yet to prove otherwise. All his life he had wondered what would bring him to jail and how did people in jail survive without family, choice of food, migration to new places and exploration of life to its fullest.

Now he was here to witness and have a chunk of it. He perceived that life behind bars wasn’t doozy as what was obtainable outside.

Some minutes ago he watched with bated breath as some prison bullies slit the throat of an offender and at the other time he blinked his eyes at the sight of an inmate being bound hands and feet and left helpless on the floor as his bullies took turns to stab his heart.

He snorted. He had prepared from the onset to face the worse just to prove his love for Kate. It was time to put his tactics in martial art and karate into practice. Although it had been long he pulled up for practice since he left California for Miami. But he was going to do with a personal indoor training.

First rule he was going to apply was to avoid friends and earn loyalists. His survival here was evigorous but if he would persevere to finish strong.

A nudge came at his back and he perceived trouble. He evinced fight and molded a firm fist until the voice called;

“Brian!”

He turned swiftly and saw it was no other person than Mr Fanny, father to Kate, the girl in whom he found true love.

“Mr. Fanny” he called and winced.

“I espied you while standing over there,” Mr. Fanny said, “What the hell are you doing in jail, Brian?” he asked and they hugged in a manly manner.

Brian threw his questions to the wind, “Oh my God! I should be asking you. What are you doing here?” he looked upon him and asked yet again, “What has been happening to you, Mr. Fanny? “ he asked gesturing at his bruised face and body that swelled with bruises.

Mr. Fanny snorted and pulled his face downwards, and said shamefully, “Come on boy, prison bullies did it. Drop it. It is a long story that is best discussed at a round table. Talk to me, what are you doing here? You have always been a cool-headed guy that dated my daughter Kate until you suddenly disappeared. What brought you to the land of the dead?”

Brian was about speaking when the entropy at the prison yard interjected him. A prisoner was wailing and screaming at the tops of his voice as a party of prison bullies punched into is face while his hands were held tightly behind.

“That is what we see every day. This is not prison. I call it land of the dead. If you can survive here you can survive…”

Mr. Fanny was yet speaking when a deep-throated groan of his name sounded from somewhere in the yard and interrupted him.

“Fanny!”

Brian glared around and Mr. Fanny knew he was in for it as usual.

“Step aside, Brian, step aside,” he advised and went on his knees quickly before his bullies would order him to do so.

“On your knees!”

That was the voice of the American blonde who was flanked about by his macho prison bullies, about five of them. Just then the ambience at the prison came to a pause as they watched what was about hitting Mr. Fanny.

“Beat the hell out of that debtor until he tells me where my money is!” he ordered his macho bullies.

The macho bullies pranced forward with their fists molded and a jack knife held out. Like a tiger, they pounced on Mr. Fanny and a quick stab came from the jack knife into his knees.

“Ah! Ah!” he grunted and couldn’t grunt yet further when a thousand punch thudded on his stomach and face.

He was beaten black and blue and Brian almost made a move to grasp the macho bullies to a spot and fight them off but he couldn’t foretell what force that held him back.

The American blonde stepped forward and shared an infamy stare across the prison inmates who watched on while he stood on the body of Mr. Fanny who was on the floor as he writhed in pain.

“Next time I will visit you with my boys it will be to take your breath,” he said, lit a cigar, peered his mouth and puffed a cloud of smoke at the face of Mr. Fanny before he said, “Be warned. I need my money.”

They left and his boys sneered at the other inmates and they gave way at once, looking scared and murmuring.

Brian hastened to Mr. Fanny , as he wailed and groaned on end. “It is a pity, Mr. Fanny,” he said and dared to dab his bloodied knees with his bandana. “Is that how they bully you every day?”

In response Mr. Fanny wailed at the tops of his voice and it echoed in the distance of the yard.

“I promise you this minute, since I am here no finger will come upon you,” Brian said through clenched teeth and shot a dark star at the American blonde and his boys while they walked away.

***

At another time, lunch time precisely, the American blonde set out his bullies at Mr. Fanny who was almost choking from their grip on his throat at the time. A jack knife was almost on his throat…

Upon sight, Brian flew like a bird in the air and kicked three of them to the floor at a go. Grasping a bottle, he smashed the head of one and stabbed the other that jabbed at him. The other staggered with a punch and a jack knife at him and he seized his fist and broke them a million times, leaving him yelling in pains.

Seeing that Brian was a formidable brute, they took to their heels and threatened to come again.

Amidst other prison inmates, Mr .Fanny stared on, looking agape and stunned…