Adam slept hard...things still hurt from the beating that he had taken though it had worked like a charm. He’d been moved to a private cell and his lawyer was pressing the cops to press the guy that had done this towards making sure that it looked like his father had put this together.

Donnie was out as far as he knew waiting for his court dates.

Justin was out on the same having plead out and offering to testify against his father.

It was all coming together.

Soon he’d be out and soon he’d be looking to seriously mess with Jason’s fucking life.

Jason was Angel Benton.

He was Jem the entire time and he was hiding out as a girl.

A damned convincing one as well.

He remembered the pass he made at Lucky’s.

And the fucking grease Monkey Remy Powers.

He likely knew...what kind of man lets his son do that kind of shit and prance around like that?

His mind turned around and around all the ways he might mess with them.

And turned over all of the fantasies he had of Angel.

A sneer and a smile met and mixed on his face in the dark.

If he wanted to act like a little bitch then he’d treat the little tranny like a bitch.

It was enough his hand moved down and he stroked one out picturing all of the ways that “Angel” would be crying out.

“She” was worth the toilet paper he used afterwards.

Morning came as did breakfast and then the visit from his lawyer as usual and then there was yard time.

Most of the other’s here avoided him.

He was involved in stuff bigger than their petty ass crimes and they knew it.

He found a place to sit and enjoyed the sunshine while he planned and planned.

He was not expecting someone new to sit down.

“Go away I don’t know you.”

The young man someone in his early twenties looked t him and something was off. This guy was clean shaven, and his posture wasn’t like anyone else here.

“You don’t have to know me Mr. Marshall you just have to listen.”

Adam looked him over again.

Saw the knife, a very real knife and not something improvised...he froze.

“I’m listening.”

“Simon Says...that Hannah and especially Summer Wilson are now off limits.”

Simon...Simon was his grandfather’s man. His sort of Alfred.

Simon who was retired British SAS.

Simon who he’d never had proof made problems solved for his family.

“Did he say why?”

“No, he said you are to obey.”

“Hmmm…”

The man rose. “No Hmmm about it, I’m to make it perfectly clear that you only have to be a living and functional heir.”

The fist came down hard and faster than he could ever had thought striking him in the face and another struck ribs and more blows rained down and somehow this man got tangled up in him as the county guards and the mounties in the building ran out and the alarm bell was ringing and whistles were going off and he felt something in his hand?

The man yelled.

“Knife! Knife! The fucker shanked me!”

Adam stared hazily at his hand and the man’s knife was in it and it was covered in blood.

He saw the man’s face inches from his own.

“There’s more of me get it. There’s more of me and you stabbed me for disrespecting you.”

Then the mounties and the guards were on him and he cried out as one of them hit him with pepper spray.

The man or someone else would kill him if he talked.

He’ll get more charges out of this, bigger, real charges...he had a weapon and stabbed someone.

He didn’t have a fucking choice either.

Summer? Over fucking Summer?

What the fuck was going on!?