DAYTON
The damn guards had done nothing but talk about the fight all week, and I was to the point I would kill the next one who mentioned that miscreant’s place. Atticus was a misguided fool, taken in by pussy, and I would remind him why I was the King.
At the end of the row, the guard did his pass, giving me the signal, and I slipped out, dressed in a guard uniform. The outfit had been delivered an hour ago, and I’d been waiting in my cell ever since. Time was funny here. A single minute could feel like an eternity.
When he turned right, I went left, keeping my head down as I approached the other guard. I quickly wrapped my arm around his neck from behind, cutting off his air supply, waiting for him to go slack. Once his oxygen was depleted, I dropped him to the floor, taking his badge, taser, and keys before stuffing him into a closet.
That should buy me enough time to escape and kill my son, taking back my empire. He’d thought he had me by having me arrested, using his secrets as currency to keep me behind bars. It only proved how much of a weak-willed man he was by choosing the lesser path.
All he’d done was give me time to prepare for my next attack. He assumed he had this place locked down, but he wasn’t the only one with dirt on people. Coming here had been a vacation, and Atticus would soon learn there weren’t any walls that could contain me. I was a force of nature, barreling through whatever lay in my path to get to my prize.
And tonight, that was Upswing.
My feet didn’t make a sound as I padded through the halls, scanning my way through each door without issue. Seriously, they made it too easy to escape for anyone with two brain cells and deep pockets. Of course, the pockets were much shallower than I wanted, thanks again to my spawn. Just one more thing I’d be correcting when I was free of here.
“Good evening,” I said, nodding at the front.
“Hmph,” the man grunted, his eyes on his phone, but he opened the door. As I stepped through the last one, I felt a sense of relief and freedom that was unparalleled. It might’ve been easy on the inside, but I didn’t relish anyone watching me take my daily shits. Out here was where I belonged.
Walking down the street a ways, I found the car waiting at the curb for me like my lawyer said it would be. Climbing in, I changed into a suit, wadding the guard uniform into a ball and tossing it far away from me. Peering through the bag next to me, I selected the gun I wanted, loading it and sliding it into my holster.
They’d caught me off guard last time, but I’d be the one in control tonight, taking them by surprise.
As we pulled up, I took in the arena that was lit up like they were hosting the Super Bowl. The parking lot was packed, and it made what I was about to do even better. There would be so many people to witness me overtaking my son. A delicious sense of satisfaction filled me, making me smile.
I’d kill Atticus first, then the big one. My bastard next before I defiled that slut of a wife of theirs. The others could watch, and then I’d kill them altogether. My daughter would be sold, helping me regain my fortune, and I was sure I could also fetch a good price for the boy. Plan outlined in my head, I smiled as I thought about my return.
The car rolled to a stop at the back entrance, and I stepped out, buttoning my suit. Striding in like I belonged, I made my way through the labyrinth of back halls. I could hear the announcer and crowd over the PA, and it seemed like their fighter was losing. It made me smile even more knowing it would be a double blow to them tonight.
Coming to the tunnel that would lead me to the floor, I grinned as excitement coursed through me. It was time to take what was owed and remind these pups why I was called the Grim Reaper.
Except when I stepped through, nothing made sense.