Chapter 17: Betrayal and Obsession
That evening, after his bandages were changed, Lance was escorted back toward his cell.
On the way, he suddenly stopped, tugging at the guard's sleeve.
"I've got something important—information for Captain Belick. I won't tell anyone else. Not even the Warden."
The guard frowned, annoyed, but Lance was stubborn. With no other choice, he led him to the guards' lounge, where Belick was finishing dinner.
The captain sat at a small table, a milkshake in one hand and a half-eaten double beef burger in the other, with a box of golden fries steaming at his side.
"I hear you wanted me." Belick put the burger down, wiped his mouth, and gave Lance a half-smile. "Well, you've got me. Make it quick—you're cutting into my meal."
Lance's stomach growled loudly. He hadn't eaten all day, and the rich smell of food made his mouth water. His eyes locked onto the remaining burger in Belick's bag.
"I'll talk… but I want that burger."
Belick snorted. "That depends on the value of your information."
"You'll find it worth your while."
Belick shrugged, sliding the bag across. Lance tore it open, biting into the burger with desperate hunger. Grease and sauce dripped onto his shirt, but he didn't care. Compared to the tasteless mush they called meals in Redhaven Prison, this was heaven.
Only after wolfing down half the burger and taking a long gulp of milkshake did he finally speak.
"Tell me, Captain… alcohol's not allowed in here, right?"
Belick's eyes sharpened instantly. Everyone knew alcohol was contraband in Redhaven. Drunk inmates meant fights, riots, weapons fashioned from broken bottles—nothing good ever came from it. That was why the prison cracked down so hard on even a rumor of it.
"Go on," Belick said, voice low.
Lance smirked, taking another bite before answering. "I saw Tommy Vercetti. He's hiding a flask. Inside his clothes, right in his pocket."
Belick froze.
The name alone made his pulse spike. He stood so fast his chair scraped across the floor. "You're sure? You didn't see wrong?"
"Positive," Lance replied quickly, wiping his greasy fingers on his pants.
Belick's excitement was impossible to hide. He signaled another guard to keep Lance under watch, then stormed out of the lounge, his boots striking the floor in heavy, determined steps.
Finally. Finally, I've got him.
The thought blazed in his mind, drowning out everything else.
This was his chance to destroy Tommy.
Part of it was duty—he'd already promised Abruzzi that Tommy would pay for crossing the wrong people. Another part was revenge—because of Tommy, he'd been chewed out by the Warden and had his bonus docked.
But the deepest reason was something he would never admit aloud.
Sara.
Belick had feelings for her for years. He had been the one to quietly pull strings and get her placed at Redhaven, hoping proximity would grow into something more. He'd imagined shared meals, late-night talks, maybe even something deeper.
But Sara only ever treated him kindly, distantly—grateful, but nothing more.
And then Tommy arrived.
Within weeks, Sara was smiling at him, speaking softly to him, even standing up to Belick himself on Tommy's behalf.
She wouldn't even have dinner with me… but she laughs with him. She defends him.
Belick's fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.
It wasn't just anger anymore. It was humiliation.
"Enjoy it while you can, Vercetti," he muttered under his breath, storming toward the infirmary. "Tonight, I'll see you thrown into solitary. Let's see how charming you are after three months in the dark."
His lips twisted into a bitter smile as he picked up his pace.
You stole her heart. Now I'll take everything from you.
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