Chapter 1 Jared Chance

In the massive yard of Horington Prison, where inmates got their daily dose of fresh air, more than a thousand prisoners had been lined up in neat formations by the prison officers. Meanwhile, Keith Leedon, the prison warden, and several other key personnel stared at the gate before them as if waiting for the arrival of a big shot. Not long after, a young man dressed in prison garb strode toward them. His name was Jared Chance, and he was a prisoner about to regain his freedom. Upon seeing the man, Keith quickly approached him with a smile. “Congratulations, Jared. You're finally being released from prison!” Without further ado, the other prisoners bowed and said in unison, “Congratulations on your release, Mr. Chance!” Feeling somewhat touched by the gesture, Jared turned to the warden. “Is there a need for such fanfare, Keith?” “You've saved everyone's lives. This is nothing compared to that,” Keith replied smilingly. “Come on. It's time for you to bid your farewell!” As it turned out, at least half of the prison population had received Jared's help at one point or another, while the other half was beaten into submission by him. Over the past three years, Jared had cured the prisoners of their gastric problems, rheumatism, cataracts, heart disease, and a slew of other conditions. As such, they had nothing but immense gratitude for him. Other than the prisoners, most of the prison officers had also received Jared's assistance before. Whenever they or their family members suffered from any illnesses, Jared would always provide the best treatments till they were cured and in the pink of health. Worried that the situation might turn rowdy, the prison officers kept the farewell ceremony simple and sent the prisoners back to their cells after everyone had said their goodbyes. Eventually, only Keith and a few of his subordinates remained behind to send Jared off. When the men finally walked through the prison gate, Keith pulled out a bank card and handed it to Jared. “Money?” the latter asked quizzically. Keith smiled. “This card contains the two hundred thousand that all of us prison officers have pooled together. It's not much, but it's a token of our appreciation. Treat it as our wedding gift to you! When you get married, remember to invite us to the banquet!” For a moment, Jared felt all warm and fuzzy inside. The warden might come across as a sly, old fox, but who knew he also had such a kind and generous side to him? Since Jared had been in prison for three years, it'd take a while before he could find a suitable job upon his release. Therefore, he happily accepted the card, knowing he'd need money more than anything else in the interim. Being the free-spirited man that he always was, he gave a wave and walked away. “Ah, it's been three years. I wonder how Dad, Mom, and Sandy are doing,” Jared muttered as he stood at the gate with an old canvas bag. However, when he saw the empty roads before him, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. After all, it was his release day, yet no one in his family had bothered to pick him up. On top of that, the fact that neither of his parents had ever visited him in prison in the last three years made Jared pretty worried. Likewise, Sandy Gibson, his girlfriend who had promised from day one to wait for him and marry him upon his release, never once dropped by for a visit. After waiting a long time and still not seeing any cars on the road, Jared had no choice but to carry his canvas bag and walk toward the city. Meanwhile, in a love hotel on the other side of town, the woman who had vowed to stay with Jared for the rest of her life was now lying naked on a massage table, her butt in the air as a man penetrated her from behind. “Ah, ah, ah! Faster, Ley... I'm about to climax...” Sandy exclaimed as she gripped the bedsheet and pushed her butt further back. Upon hearing that, the man stopped fondling her breasts and grabbed her smooth, slender waist so he could go all the way. Slap! Slap! Slap! As the sex got increasingly intense, the smacking sounds from the skin-on-skin contact became even louder. Not only had Sandy's perky butt gotten red from the friction, but it'd also jiggled with every impact. “Oh... Sandy, you sexy vixen... This feels so, so good... I'm climaxing, too!” By then, the man was breathing heavily, and after letting out a loud grunt, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and ejaculated deep inside Sandy. After the quick release, an exhausted Leyton Scott went limp and lay on Sandy's flawless back, still trying to catch his breath. Sandy could hardly breathe under the man's weight, but thankfully, it didn't take long before Leyton recovered his strength and rolled over till he was lying beside her. “How was it, you little vixen? Did you enjoy it?” With that, Leyton groped Sandy's breasts with one hand and playfully rubbed her nipples from time to time. Cooperative as always, Sandy cozied up to him so it'd be easier for him to caress her body. “It was amazing! You're so strong, Ley. I almost lost my breath earlier!” Alas, the truth was that the entire lovemaking session only lasted for ten minutes. Sandy did find herself on the cusp of an orgasm, but by then, Leyton had climaxed, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied. Even though she wanted to continue pleasuring herself to an orgasm, she knew it'd affect Leyton's self-esteem and drive him up the wall if she did it in front of him. Leyton was the heir to the Scott family in Horington, which meant he'd be the future man in charge. There was no doubt that the Scotts were pretty influential in Horington. On the surface, they managed several companies that were worth hundreds of millions, but what the public didn't know was that they also secretly funded some mafia gangs. In short, they had connections to both sides of the law. Most importantly, Leyton was the real culprit who sent Sandy's boyfriend, Jared, to prison three years ago! “Come to think of it... That punk is getting released today, isn't he?” Leyton piped up, a smile tugging at his lips as he leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette. Of course, Sandy knew who he was referring to. Three years ago, she and Jared were still together and madly in love. However, on one fateful night when Jared was sending her home, they had the unfortunate luck of bumping into a very drunk Leyton. After Leyton saw how pretty Sandy was, his lust grew, and he began getting handsy with her. As if that wasn't bad enough, he even tried to rape her on the spot. Jared went crazy upon witnessing his girlfriend being taken advantage of and immediately picked up a brick to smash Leyton in the head. Needless to say, the consequences were disastrous... There was no way Leyton would let the matter slide, so the Scott family called the police to have Jared arrested for assault. Through the Scotts' connections and influence, the latter was eventually slapped with a three-year prison sentence. What Jared didn't know, however, was that Sandy had already begun sleeping with Leyton on the second day of his prison term. After all, compared to a pauper like Jared, becoming the future daughter-in-law of the Scott family was infinitely more tempting. That said, Sandy couldn't help but be overwhelmed with mixed emotions whenever she thought of Jared. The man might be inferior to Leyton in many aspects, but when it came to lovemaking, he had never once let her down. As a result, Sandy would always find herself reminiscing about Jared's sexual prowess, especially when she couldn't get the satisfaction she needed. At the thought of that, the woman felt a growing arousal between her legs and began rubbing her thighs together uncontrollably. “I've already been with you for three years, Ley. What's the point of bringing him up now? Anyway, I'm going to the bathroom to clean myself up.” With that, Sandy kissed Leyton and walked to the bathroom. Argh! This feeling is unbearable. I think I'll stay in the bathroom and pleasure myself... Back on the empty road, a man with a canvas bag plodded along under the sweltering afternoon sun. It was so hot that one could even see the shimmering heat haze. For a moment, Jared felt like a lonesome cowboy riding off into the sunset in a movie. Of course, it'd be even better if the concrete road were replaced with a dirt trail. After walking along the road for almost an hour, Jared couldn't believe he still hadn't seen a car pass by. This is ridiculous... Once I'm back, I must write a complaint letter to the mayor and recommend that prisons arrange for cars to send released prisoners home! They were the ones who brought me here, so how can they wash their hands off me now that I'm going home? As Jared continued walking and letting his mind run wild, a black object in the distance quickly caught his attention. Upon staring at it intently, an overjoyed Jared dashed forward like a thirsty traveler who had found an oasis after being stranded in the desert for three days. If I'm not wrong, that's a car! Before long, Jared had run up to the car and grinned at the father-daughter duo frowning at the vehicle. “Kind sir, there's a good-natured citizen here who needs your help!” he exclaimed. When the well-dressed William Sullivan saw Jared, he subtly furrowed his brows and replied, “I'm sorry, but my car has broken down. I'm afraid I can't help you.” Hearing that, Jared scrutinized the car before turning to look William up and down. His gaze was direct and prying, causing the latter to feel somewhat uneasy. However, just as William was about to say something, Jared broke into a smile. “In that case, this good-natured citizen will help you, kind sir.”