The Son-In-Law’s Revenge

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"I can see you are a very stubborn one." She muttered. The darkness in her voice glaring.

"Set him loose!" She ordered.

"Are you sure about that, he might—"

She held him by his balls. "Disobey my orders one more time and I'll feed this to the dogs." She squeezes hard.

"Release him!." The man called out with agonizing pain.

As soon as Logan was released, Logan fell to the ground cold, losing consciousness.

"Help him up, get him into the dungeon."

*****

He tossed and turned on the cold bare ground as he looked to be having a nightmare, hovering over his head was still that unforgivable heavy darkness that refused to depart.

At some point, he wakes. The chains binding his hands and feet clanked as he struggled to get himself to a seating position with much effort.

Outside rain pattered against the window Nas thought about his pending situation and wondered how he got to be in the mess he was in.

He shut his eyes as slowly his mind drifted down memory lane.

Three months ago ;

Wasteland Correctional Facility;

Cell 006.

Logan held the old man's feeble hands which looked to be giving an ice feeling each second that ticked by.

The thought of that man dying left so much pain that made his heart ricochet— As a tear rolled down his eye it fell right over his palm that was covering that of the quite elderly man.

"You can do this, you know." Logan's voice rang out in the darkness.  "I need you to pull through this, it would be more difficult without you around."

The man gave a weak smile. "I  believe in you, if anyone can get himself through this it is most definitely you. "

" But… But." He stutters, not having the definite words to say the words that were at the back of his mind.

He was too scared to mention the fact that all this felt too strange, but it was the only way out … It was the only essence to having the power he so craved.

"Tell me don't you want this, many would kill to be the grand mafia of my sect." The man muttered.

He coughs and spits out more blood. "My time is nearing, this feels like the last darkness my eyes would embrace so warmly."

"You can do this—"

" Find her Logan, if there is any way I would find peace in my abyss it is with the thought of you at my granddaughter's side, she needs a man like you. "

" What if she doesn't believe me? " He questioned. "What if everyone doubts this theory and thinks I got the ring mischievously?"

" Enough! " The man gave him a stoned look.

" When you leave here you'd get a letter crested with my signature, use that when other methods fail she can't refuse —"

Back in Chinatown…

He stands abruptly. " The letter. "  The word echoed deep in his thoughts.

He tries remembering where he had kept it then remembers he had left it in his bag back at the hotel.

"Is anyone out there?''His voice rang out through the dungeon which had a foul scent that looked to be rotten human flesh.

With the chain dangling between his legs he makes his way to the gates, calling out into the pitch darkness. He moved the gates with every bit of the strength he had.

"Get me out of here, I need to speak to your voice ." He called out but again no replies.

" Common, I am sure you all can hear me… This is very important. "

The air was mixed with the scent of cigarettes and the noise from the man gambling so they were out there and could probably hear what he was saying.

Finally, one made his way toward where he was and looked to be irritated by the fact that he was making such noise.

He turned back and muttered something in Chinese to the other half-drunk men drawing laughter from them.

"你无处可去"   The man muttered.

you go nowhere.

He wobbled to the gates where Logan was standing irritated and vexed and without thinking too much about it got his cock out and littered the floor where he was.

Fueled with anger, he rattled the gate sending the man scrambling backwards till he collapsed on the floor.

More words rang out of the man in Chinese before he pulled out a pistol and pointed it in the direction of the man.

More swear words rushed out of the man as he clicked the gun, Logan swallowed.

A banging noise from the gun filled the room as he pulled the trigger.

The sound of a heavy body hit the ground.

Joanne padded  the silent hallways to her room, the room had a bit of darkness hovering around her as she listened to the distant beat leaking from the crevices of her into the air.

She thought about the entire situation again in her mind, he thought was rather unsettled at the sudden appearance of the man, something about him seemed quite out of the ordinary and she couldn't wrap her finger around what it was.

As soon as she entered her  room, she left a trail of clothes on the floor and walked to the bathroom. She bypassed  them without turning to look at herself in the mirror.

She turned on the faucet hot as she stepped under the shower, letting it warm her skin. Her heart thuds heavily, each sound from her heart a reverberation through time.  

Slowly, her mind went back to several years ago. She could vividly remember that evening while  she was standing under the cold breeze with her grandfather.

Ten years ago…

"Can you see that can over there , you are to hit it with just one shot. " He then went to  stand behind a young Joanne as they aimed together for the can that stood a distance away.

Bang! 

Joanne looked a bit disturbed that she missed and turned to look at her grandfather.