Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 202 Delivery to Mr Lancaster.

The city jail, where every manner of criminal was held before transfer to the most horrifying of them all.

The prison itself—the Death Zone—where inhumane acts unfolded behind closed doors.

While police conducted their routine questioning, Alessandro sat in his cell, counting days on the wall and grinning like a madman.

His plans were in motion. He was sure of it. That bastard son of his and his pathetic little family must be weeping by now.

Oh, he thought imprisonment would stop him? Foolish. All of this was temporary. The only reason he remained in custody was public unrest—they were feeding the press a show of punishment while his real case dragged its feet.

His cell practically glimmered with luxury. He ate the finest meals, bathed like a king, while other prisoners rotted and glowered. Alessandro had been promised release at least a week before New Year. And now, two days before the celebration, he expected a letter or phone call soon. Today. Tomorrow at the latest.

He knew his political ambitions were in severe danger, but that would be settled after he paid off the local news. They’d be on his side soon enough. Every negative story about him would be wiped clean.

And his poor wife—that useless thing—had served her purpose. He didn’t need her anymore. He’d pin everything on her head and walk away clean while she rotted here like an animal.

Just thinking about it made him giggle.

His spy kept him fed with updates. The latest: his bastard son had seized his house. His billionaire business associates had scattered. He was on the verge of ruin if nothing was done.

Good thing he’d mapped out a detailed ploy. And with his son occupied by that hotel fire, there’d be no interruptions.

"Hmm. That boy really has balls, I’ll give him that." Alessandro smirked. "But it won’t save him. That death he’s been craving? He’ll taste it soon enough."

He couldn’t fathom another woman’s child trying to usurp his properties. A man like him, outsmarted by a boy of yesterday? Hilarious.

Just as he was deep in plotting his return, he was summoned to the questioning table at the main police office. He smiled.

"Ah. Time to leave."

He glanced at the far corner where his wife lay sprawled like some animal. Grimacing, he walked out of his cell—which was never actually locked.

When he emerged in his regular clothes instead of prison uniform, every eye turned to him. His power was visible in the way people parted, in the respect dripping from their hesitant nods.

He reached the table and sat down. Then he met someone familiar.

The number one man he wanted to ruin. Lawrence—that pussy of a detective. The one who’d arrested him on countless false accusations.

"So. I heard I was summoned. By whom?" Alessandro glanced around, searching for his lawyer, the case handler. No one. Just this young man standing before him, flanked by officers clearly beneath him.

"Detective, this is the man," an officer said.

Lawrence nodded. He knew exactly who Alessandro was. He’d arrested him, after all. The man was a walking dossier of accusations—Lawrence had lost count along the way.

"I summoned you, Mr. Lancaster." Lawrence dismissed the officer with a gesture. "Am I not enough?"

Alessandro scoffed. That smirk on Lawrence’s face sparked something dark in him. How he wished to destroy it completely.

"Hmm. You’re a lowlife. I don’t speak to lowlifes." He thundered the words and turned to leave.

Lawrence pulled out a file and began flipping through it. "Leaving already, sir? I thought you wanted release. Unfortunately, I’ve consulted with some higher officials, and they’ve decided you should be detained for several more weeks."

Alessandro’s world tilted.

He must have heard wrong. His ears were malfunctioning. He was not ready for excuses—he was leaving this shithole, and that was final.

It already disgusted him to share space with wretched commoners. And now this nobody wanted him to stay longer?

Never.

"Young man." Alessandro’s voice dropped to something cold and deliberate. "You think you’re doing good work? One advice: stay in your lane. Because if by any mistake I get my hands on you, I will ruin you completely."

His eyes held no idle threat. Lawrence saw that. He also saw that Alessandro wasn’t going to listen to reason.

So he let it go. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Take it as you wish, sir. Just know this: you’re never leaving here. And if you do? It’ll be straight to the Death Zone. The prison filled with murderers and rapists. That same filth you despise so much? You’ll be swimming in it. I’m sure you don’t want that—some men there would gladly shove their dicks down your ass." Lawrence smiled thinly. "So if I were you, I’d tread carefully."

His boots clicked against the floor as he walked away.

The moment he left, a bang echoed through the station. A woman entered—wild, vibrating with fury—and swept the room with a venomous scowl. Officers scattered, unwilling to face her wrath.

Shelly Houston.

If she had come to the prison herself, there was war. A dangerous one.

Alessandro hadn’t gone far. He was still lost in thought, chewing on Lawrence’s words, when a hand seized him and flung him bodily across the room. He slammed against the wall and flattened there like morning toast.

"Who are you, you deranged thug? Let go of me, woman!" he screamed.

Shelly only grinned—wide, mad—and descended upon him. Her fists rained blows against his face, his body.

No one intervened. They were too afraid.

"You evil entity! You killed my sister, Nicole Shelton!" Each word punctuated by a strike. "You knew how special she was to me, and you still ended her!"

Alessandro, badly beaten, couldn’t defend himself. He was too old, too slow, too soft for street fights like this.

"I don’t know any bitch named Nicole! Get the fuck off me, you asshole!" He spat at her.

It only made her worse.

"I will avenge my sister. I promised her that. It starts now." Her blow connected with his nose—a sickening crack—and blood poured forth in a thick stream.

One final punch, staggering, and he went limp.

Shelly rose to her feet, smirking at the lifeless mess beneath her.

"Beautiful. See you all next time."

She hurried out.

The officers cleaned up the bloody scene and carried Mr. Lancaster back to his cell. As they worked, a mysterious man approached and handed something to one of them.

"A surprise package for Mr. Lancaster."

The officer shrugged at the large gift box and carried it inside. The gifter walked away, face masked, and didn’t remove it until he was at a safe distance.

Thomas smiled.

"Well. Rest in peace, Mr. Lancaster. Even if you don’t die here—on the way to the hospital, you’ll breathe your last breath."