Page 37 of The Devastation You Reap
My mouth waters. The devastation I need to reap is almost in touching distance, and I can't fucking wait.
Running my hand through my hair, I shift in my seat once more and throw the car into drive to head back across town because my night so far has been way too sweet and romantic for my taste. I need to remember just who I am and what my MO is here.
Pain, and vengeance.
I repeat the journey back through town until I cross the border out of Maddison County toward Harrow Creek.
The warehouse where the Harris brothers took Brett is in the middle of nowhere. I never would have known it existed if they didn't take me there, and I'm sure the rest of the locals have no idea it exists either. It's perfect for the Hawks to do their business though.
I find myself on a second dirt road for the day as I head around the back and park under the cover of the trees just like Reid and Devin instructed before I grab the key from the glovebox along with a pair of gloves.
My blood burns hot through my veins with my need to hurt someone. I might be okay with a little delayed gratification but now that I have Macie in my grasp, my patience is waning.
The rattle of the metal door echoes through the silent space as I unhook the padlock and throw it to the ground, letting myself into the cold and damp warehouse.
I have no clue what's behind the other doors in the vast building. Other prisoners? Guns? Drugs?
I figured the first time I was here with the Harrises that it was probably for the best I don't even ask. I can't help being curious though as I pass each door and head toward our beloved father.
"H-hello?" he rasps the second I step inside and slam the door behind me.
The room smells like piss, I guess that should come as no surprise really seeing as he's shut in one tiny room with absolutely zero facilities.
Reid and Devin promised me that they'd… keep him alive for me. I want to say I'm grateful, but I'm not entirely sure that I am.
"S-son?" Brett asks, looking up at me from the other side of the room when I locate the switch and illuminated the space with a harsh electric light.
The room itself is all gray, concrete and incredibly cold.
Brett is huddled in the corner with a dirty blanket over his shivering body, a chain attached to both his legs to stop him from moving more than a few feet.
The sight of him settles something inside me. That dark monster that began to grow the second he sent me to hell all those years ago.
"I'm not your son," I spit, lowering myself into the chair that's well out of his reach. Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees and keep my eyes on his.
This is the first time I've been here and he's been awake.
I have no idea what they gave him Friday night to knock him out, but it was good stuff. Last night when I came, he was still out cold.
As far as I know, this is his first sign that his own flesh and blood has anything to do with his current situation.
"P-please. Get me out of here. I have no idea who they are but… but they're savage."
A laugh bubbles up my throat at his words.
"Why do you think you're here? Do you think they give two shits about you?"
"I-I don't—"
"If it were up to them, you'd already be dead and in the ground, you sick fuck."
"W-wha—"
"Don't," I boom, my voice echoing off the walls around me. "Don't try and play the innocent card with me. I know the monster you are. I know the evil that flows through your veins. Do you know how?"
He swallows, holding my eyes but he never responds.
"Because it runs through mine too. Your need to ruin everyone's lives? Yeah, I seem to have inherited it. And do you know who I'm starting with?"
