Chapter 94

***Levi.***

*August 8th, 19 years earlier*

"***Billionaire business man and owner of Mirage Bank, Timothy Reed, has been missing since two weeks. Family has requested that anyone who knows his whereabouts, calls the number; 775-9933 or sends an email to*** [***NKN@jmail.com***](mailto:NKN@jmail.com)***."***

I finished the rest of my dinner. The television continued to rumble about the five top business men that went missing weeks ago. Timothy Reed was the last one.

Putting away the cleaned dishes, I walked to the living room.

"Am heading out mum. Have some home work to do with my friends." That was a lie. I had no friends at my new school. I was a lone wolf.

"Must you, honey?" Mum asked worriedly, turning from the television. Her face pale. "Meghan's father has been missing for days and the family must be devastated. The streets aren't safe at night these days, Levi."

I shrugged. "We no longer fall in their category mum. Those are rich folks."

I grabbed my jacket from the coat hanger. My face expressionless when I turned back to her.

"Lock the door mum. I'd be back tomorrow." I crossed to the door, turning the knob.

"Levi?" Mum called. I halted, but I didn't turn back. I knew what she was going to say. She said it every night I stepped out the door.

"Must you stay over again? And that tattoo on your arm? Why?"

My heart ripped in my chest, knowing that her concern was lost on me. Inhaling a shaky breath, my chest hurting at how down the road I had gone. How things had changed, I stepped out of the house without a response to her. I heard her muffled sobs through the door, but I didn't turn back.

In a few minutes, I joined the others in the abandoned warehouse. Rowan had asked us all to meet there. It was already quarter past eight and everyone stood, waiting.

"Levi." He called me out of the crowd, his tone menacing. I was used to him now. I was used to everything here now.

I stepped forward and he smiled darkly. My eyes caught sight of Black Pea, who stood there eyeing me, disdainfully.

Since that night I shot Freddy, most of the others saw me as a force to be feared. Especially as Rowan asked me for the gift I desired. The others just stood neutral.

Tonight, my gift was to be unwrapped. My body was fired up in anticipation.

"When I asked you what you wanted in return for your loyalty, you had brought me the biggest request. You asked for retribution."

In Rowan's eyes was sick darkness. It was an extension of him. One that would forever be feared.

"Tonight, I give you reckoning!" Rowan roared, his voice echoing through the warehouse. He gestured and out of a door rolled out his men dragging the five top missing business men of NYC.

Timothy Reed, Dathan Nicos, Alexis Ribber, Dweed Rivers and Steven Strad.

A sick excitement trailed through me, my body tingling. It was an unusual pleasure, seeing the men that had pestered my mother, deprived us of help, blindfolded, gagged and bound.

Petrified, they struggled with their captors. Whimpering. No one could hear them now. Just like no one could hear us when we pleaded.

The men were brought to me, like a birthday cake. They fell them on their knees before me, their heads lowered. I felt like a king. The stench of their fear, satisfactory.

"These are your prisoners, Levi. Do the honors." Rowan ordered, quietly.

I felt powerful. On top of the world.

My hatred for these men inundated me. An inner rage undulated, giving room to a malevolence for the men kneeling before me. These same men that hadn't been there for us, when we needed them. These same men that had brandished their wealth before fallen people like me and mum.

I pulled out my switch blade, the sound of it startling one of them. I smiled darkly. Coming to stand before Timothy Reed, the stench of his fear assuaging all the ache that had lurked in my heart since dad's death; since the plummet to hell. I was appeased, seeing him tremble.

Taking off his blindfold, I smiled sinisterly in his face. Horror stretched across his face, his eyes opened wide.

"Hello Timothy. Remember me?" I snarled. His expression turned to confusion, a frown marring his face. He struggled, whimpering. I slid the blade along the sides of his face. He flinched from its coldness.

"Where are your many men now, Timothy? Where are your millions?" I asked him. There was a heavy silence across the room. The only sounds heard were the men's muffled sounds. If Timothy could speak, I could only imagine the many words that would have spewed from his mouth. But he couldn't.

I stared in disgust at him. He was revolting to look at, as I saw the way he had touched my mother. Heard her pleading voice, asking him not to proposition her.

I felt sick in the stomach. My insides roiled with all the darkness. I didn't see a human before me. Only a repulsive being, unworthy of compassion.

"This is for trying to fuck my mother."

Sinking my knife into one of his eyes, I dug deep. Skin, sinews, nerves and vessels snapped. A sickening sound. I didn't care. He was held down for me, his anguish palpable. My fingers deep in his crimson blood, I plunged in, until I had his eye ball out. He twisted in pain on the floor and I went for the other eye. Repeating the same action.

When I was done, I watched as Timothy limp on the floor, had his blood pooled around him. The smell of choking copper filling the entire warehouse. Stifling me. Nausea came. But I steadied myself. Knowing I had to repeat the action with the other four men.

My mother was going to be avenged tonight. Her honor restored.