CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN

And a perfect night it was, at least that's how it had started out, until his peaceful, sound sleep slowly morphed into his worst nightmare.

Somehow, he was back in his old room, with no way out, stuck staring into the faces of the three men that he'd rather not set his eyes on ever again for the rest of his life.

Not seeing any of them again for the rest of his life would be too soon for another life time.

It didn't make sense though, he was done and free from this life and he'd made sure these men were under the custody of the law and about to loose their freedom for good.

And there was Paul, the man that had ceased to be his father from the day he'd created this league of devils haunting his life.

He was a little boy again, young and afraid, their toy to play with, mess up and discard as they pleased.

His heart slammed a tattoo against his chest with every beat, every rhythm, as he took in the lewd smiles plastered on their faces with every step the they took in his direction,