Zane’s POV

I swung up and down the pull-up machine in the prison gym, sweating and breathing fast, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had to build myself up for my comeback when I get out of this place. Every move I made, every grunt I pushed out, was purposeful and filled with rage against those who put me in here.

I moved to the bench press, pushing up the bar when some figures towered over me. I rolled my eyes and acted like I didn’t see them. They were the same bastards who had jumped me on my first day in prison. They were that one group that...