When Gustavo traded the remnants of the drug lord’s grandeur for the spot beside Charlie, anticipation radiated
from him. He couldn’t wait to draw near to Charlie, but just as the excitement built, his pocketed phone vibrated
unexpectedly.
Swiftly extracting his cellphone, Gustavo peered down to find none other than Warden Bruce Weinstein calling. It
caught him off guard.
His initial reaction was, “What the heck? Bruce Weinstein, a nobody, has the audacity to ring me up directly? Does
he really believe he’s a big shot? I don’t even know when this started.”
Gustavo already harbored a visible aversion to answering calls. The act seemed to grow more distasteful to him
with time. He often felt that picking up the phone would lead to an unpleasant experience. He preferred his
subordinates to report respectfully in person or send a message.
Of course, when issuing orders, he still favored phone calls, reveling in the direct impact it offered.
Everyone around Gustavo knew his aversion to phone calls. Typically, he’d initiate contact with a message, always
starting with “Dear Mr. Sanchez.” Bruce Weinstein deviated from this norm by placing a direct call, an unusual
occurrence in years.
Had Gustavo received such a call earlier, he would have promptly hung up. However, the near-death encounter
with Joseph earlier that day left him more vigilant of his surroundings, a fear of the unknown settling in. After a
moment’s contemplation, he reluctantly pressed the answer button.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNevertheless, Gustavo’s displeasure was evident in his tone as he queried, “Bruce, I’ve told you not to call me on
regular days. Can’t you send a message first if you need something?”
Bruce Weinstein responded with a hint of distress, “Mr. Sanchez, is Mr. Wade with you today? I have an urgent
matter and need his assistance.”
“Mr. Wade?” Gustavo questioned, surprised. “Why would you need Mr. Wade?”
Upon hearing this, Jagoan, lying in the adjacent bed, sat up and interjected, “Give me the phone.”
Respectfully, Gustavo handed the phone to Jagoan.
Taking the phone, Jagoan greeted with a smile, “Mr. Warden, is there something you need from me?”
Bruce Weinstein, sounding anxious, replied, “Mr. Jagoan, the issue you mentioned earlier about dealing with men’s
health issues… Have you ever seen something where it goes too much, like it’s going to explode?”
“Have I seen this before?” Jagoan, aware of the impending pain, spoke calmly. “Certainly, I have. Why are you
concerned about this now? What happened? Did you not believe me when I talked about this?”
“I believe you, I do!” Bruce Weinstein hurriedly conceded. “Mr. Jagoan, today… I was too presumptuous during the
day… I thought your warnings were exaggerations… It wasn’t until reality struck me that I realized my ignorance.”
Tears welled in his eyes as he pleaded, “Mr. Jagoan, please save me, I might truly be done for if you don’t!”
Jagoan feigned surprise and inquired, “What specifically happened? Please explain slowly.”
Bruce Weinstein sobbed, “To be honest, Mr. Jagoan, tonight, two beauties were arranged for me by Mr. Sanchez.
However, I don’t know if it was excitement or something else, but my nether region suddenly swelled unbearably,
as if I’d ingested 10,000 Viagra pills. The situation is worsening. The doctor at Manhattan Hospital says the tissue is
necrotic, and amputation is the only option. Can you save me?”
Jagoan grinned, realizing things were progressing as planned. He responded, “It can be saved, but it requires
acupuncture. I’m currently in prison, so it’ll take more effort.”
“It doesn’t matter. As long as you can save me, I’ll return to prison immediately! I can receive your treatment
there,” Bruce Weinstein hastily assured.
Jagoan chuckled, “However, this treatment is intricate and time-consuming. It requires you to be naked, and there
will be some pain involved. You might not be able to stifle your screams. Are you not concerned about others in the
prison finding out?”
Bruce Weinstein quickly proposed, “Simple. I’ll have my most trusted subordinate escort you out of the cell and
discreetly take you to my office. I’ll be waiting for you there! The soundproofing and sealing are top-notch, ensuring
utmost confidentiality!”
Due to the gravity of his predicament, Bruce Weinstein instinctively desired maximum secrecy.
He could have arranged a separate room elsewhere in the prison for Jagoan’s treatment, but after careful thought,
he realized no place could guarantee absolute safety. It was, after all, a prison with numerous blind spots and
constant surveillance. Any gossip spreading about his situation could ruin his future.
His office, with a highly confidential secret passage, felt like the safest option. The Rothschild family had concealed
the passage perfectly, making it virtually undetectable even with professional equipment.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJagoan accepted the proposal, saying, “In that case, I have no issues. Once you return, I can proceed with the
treatment.”
Excited, Bruce Weinstein exclaimed, “Thank you, Mr. Jagoan! I’ll do everything in my power to repay your
kindness!” He hastily added, “I’ll rush back to the prison now. See you later!”
“Alright, see you later,” Jagoan replied.
After ending the call, Jagoan handed the phone to Gustavo, who inquired curiously, “Mr. Jagoan, that idiot Bruce is
looking for you. What’s the plan?”
Jagoan smiled and replied, “He has a health issue and wants me to treat him.”
Gustavo, surprised, asked, “What’s the problem? Is it really that serious?”
Jagoan smirked, “He claims it feels like he swallowed ten thousand Viagra pills.”
Gustavo exclaimed, “Damn! You will have to show me what that looks like.”
Curious, Jagoan asked, “So, are you interested in that?”
He then turned to Dean nearby and instructed, “Dean, Mr. Sanchez shares your interests. From now on, attend to
him diligently every day. Don’t make any mistakes, or I’ll make you a zero for life.”
Dean, terrified, nearly tumbled off the bed. Whether serving Gustavo or facing a life as a zero, it was equally
unbearable torture for him.
Panic-stricken, Gustavo hastily clarified, “No, no, Mr. Jagoan, that’s not what I meant. I am a heterosexual through
and through, and I’ve only ever loved women. Please disregard what I just said…”