Kayden sat next to his father in the back of his father's limo as they rode home.
"What are you going to do about-" began Kayden angrily. Desperate to begin planning the hopefully painful demise of the boy that had caused him so much pain.
"Silence!" yelled his father. "We will talk when we get home."
"But-" complained Kayden, not understanding why his father was yelling at him.
"Not. One. More. God. Damned. Word," growled Morton.
Kayden shivered involuntarily. His father had never taken that tone with him. Worse, the last person his father had spoken to that way had died not long after. Sure it was a car accident, but Kayden knew such things could be arranged.
The memory of what had happened in the changing room rampaged through his mind once again.
He'd been so damn close. If only he'd had a few more moments, he could have taken Lily, and her senile grandfather would have had no choice but to give her to him, along with her inheritance.
