From Ex-convict To A Powerhouse

“Have you heard? Ron Night will be released from prison today!”

“Are you fucking serious?” A man, burly and muscular shot from his small seat at the prison’s cafeteria. “What’s your source?”

“Trust me! It is said that his release is the Mafia Don’s last wish!”

“Hahahaha!” The burly man laughed out, his eyes glistening, excited that Ron Night was finally going to leave.

Each of the prisoners in that prison was one of the most dangerous people in the world. Serial killers, drug lords who had killed thousands of people without blinking.

They were thrown into the farthest and most brutal prison in the country of Regar. Ron Night came in as a fragile man, weak and easy to bully. His first night in prison was hell and he was beaten to a pulp by a burly man.

However, the next day, he became the Mafia Don’s right-hand man. No one knew why the Mafia Don had suddenly taken him under his wing but none of them dared to touch Ron again.

He single-handedly abolished bullying in the prison grounds, and slowly rose to the pinnacle. In five years, he became a powerhouse, and with just a single finger, he could destabilize anyone. Three months after the Mafia Don’s death, he was finally being released.

“Good! That devil should be gone! He is a tyrant and has ruled for too long!” The burly man laughed, happy that he was going to regain his prison power.

But then…bang!

The doors opened and immediately, everyone went quiet.

“Repeat what you just said, Bum.” A voice, lazy but overpowering echoed in the cafeteria. A young man strode in, his hands in his pockets. He was no more than 27 years old, however, he dominated men who had gray hair on their heads. He had a red axe tattoo, peeking from the short sleeve on his arm and everyone knew not to cross him.

Bum, the excited burly man was twice his age shook in his seat, seeing the young man’s eyes on him.

“Come here.” He wiggled his hand to Bum who quickly moved from his table. He dropped to the ground and started to crawl toward Ron.

“What did you say?” Ron asked, looking down at Bum and his eyes had gotten sharper.

“I…I didn't say anything, Mr. Night! I dare not!”

“Good!” Ron smiled in satisfaction. “I will be watching you from wherever I go. You all shouldn't get too excited that I am leaving. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir!” Everyone responded, in unison.

Bum was still lying on the floor, and Ron directly stepped on him, to walk away. He didn't care one bit or feel bad about stepping on another man. Men like Bum deserved to be walked over, again and again.

Soon, Ron was escorted to the heavily guarded prison gates. Ten high-ranking guards followed him, marching behind him. Ron was highly respected by everyone as he had saved several guards from being killed by the inmates. He even fought against guards who tried to oppress the inmates.

“Congratulations, Mr. Ron.” The guard at the forefront bowed. “I hope to see you again. But not in this prison.”

“Take care,” Ron said nonchalantly and stepped out of there. The minute he went past the gates, he took a deep breath as a wave of fresh air flowed past him. The day he came to this prison, he was a weak man who just wanted to protect his fiancée at the time.

He took the fall for her when a bunch of people died in the restaurant she ran. It was just a mistake on her part, a negligence from staff but the crime had been committed and someone needed to be punished for it.

His fiancée’s restaurant was expanding, and she had a good life ahead of her. Their future family would have come to ruin if she had gone to prison, so he stepped up.

Now, he was out. He had not informed her that he was going to be released. He was supposed to spend five more years, but he had received an unprecedented favor while in prison.

He stepped forward, ready to leave but then there were sirens resounding in the air. Ten cars started driving toward the prison gates and stopped before Ron.

Thirty men stepped out of the car, their backs straight, dressed in black suits, which showed off their elegance. Ron recognized a few faces amongst them and he frowned.

There was the Prime Minister of the country of Regar. Three powerful businessmen from top corporations whom he used to see on TV years back. They all stood, alongside their guards who had escorted them.

“What’s going on here?” Ron muttered, lines marring his face.

“We are here to take you back. From now on, you will be the head of Storm Creed. We would like to partner with you immediately.”

Ron was surprised, but then he pursed his lips and curbed his emotions. Storm Creed? The biggest Defense and Aerospace corporation in the country and its claws even extended to other countries.

That Storm Creed belonged to the Mafia Don who had taken him under his wing.

“So, this is the final gift you talked about, huh?” He muttered to himself as he looked up at the sky. His mentor, the Don would forever live in his heart.

However, he wasn’t sure he wanted to accept this offer. He would properly decline later if he ended up refusing to take it. He just wanted to live a calm life after facing the rowdy life in prison.

“Can someone give me a phone?” He demanded.

“Yes! Yes!” They quickly delivered a black phone into his hands. Ron punched in a series of numbers he held dearly in mind. It belonged to Ria’s family residence.

The phone rang for a minute and Ron had to dial the number again. On the second ring, the phone went through.

“Hello, Ria…”

There was silence on the phone, and it weighed down on Ron. Had his wife forgotten him?

“Who is this?” It wasn't his wife’s voice but a little girl’s voice that immediately soothed Ron.

“This is Ron Night. I would like to speak to Ria Jones.”

“Oh, my mom. She is not here right now. She left for her wedding ceremony an hour ago.”