There's only one place I know well enough, going to my father was the right tail on this cat. I came upon the familiar gate, as the way I'm dress persons may take me as a criminal.

It was the weekend but if I know my father like I did, the sick bastard was here. I trended up the familiar back area of the school.

I heard it before I saw it the annoying moans of victims push to the extent of fucking just to stay in the school. Pushing the gate I announce I was here, not caring the slightest.

"Back at it again I see father" I howled out not caring to hide my disgusts. My old man age 62 playing a dangerous game with Viagra. I glance at the small girl not feeling the slightest of pity for her.

"Shit" he gritted under his breath as the woman got up fast scurrying to hide her face while running out. "What the f**k you want" he said not ashame that he was just caught, a display of how coed he really was. He stood with a proud look with that familiar grin pasting his face as he stood up tying the robe loosely around his waist.

"Where is he" I got to the point not bothering to hide my rage. He paused for a second my question completely catching him off guard, I saw the light droplet of sweat forming on his brow.

'Bingo'

"I don't know what you talking about" he said taking a sip of wine, its clear he was uninterested in this discussion but to hell with his pretending.

"I can see right through you father don't lie to me" I forced out through clenched teeth, reaching for my blade hidden in my boot, I saw the look of terror cross his face as the blade miss his head by a inch. I could hear the intense beating of his startled heart as his face paled.

"None of your dogs aren't here to save you I suggest you tell me what I need" inching closer to him like a predator, retrieving his knife as he saw his father quiver. I didn't miss the way his hand shake putting the wine glass to his lips once again.

"I'm your father godamit" he stuttered out.

"And that's why I hadn't taken your ass to jail" I said daring him to speak against it.

"Just tell me what I need to know, old man before I lose my patience" I gritted out knowing the longer I waited the more angered I get.

With a defeated look he sat down on the stool "he's where he always as been" I gave a puzzled look, did he take me as a fool.

Don't shit with me old man" I grip on his throat spitting my venom "I know you help him escape..."

"I didn't, damn he the fucking mafia" he force out in one breath, my lack of focus clouded my mind.

How

When

Thats in Impossible

Lost in thought I hadn't notice he escape from my grip. He told me what I wanted the coward of a man he is hiding behind his shadow.

"Shoot that fucker" his voiced boom as the shuffling of footsteps came running in my direction.

What did I say a coward

I ran across the pool, shooting my middle fingers before leaping over the fenced, I had no more time to play.

I know I had to work fast.

Undercover

.......

One hour later I came upon the old neighborhood I once used to stroll taking it as my playing ground in the past. Memories that left a bad taste in my mouth, I have grew from who I was in the past.

Standing face to face with the broken door, it's an illusion anyone would be mistaken for it to be an abundant house.

I walk through the door, not paying the cobwebs nor the little insects watching as I walked through. I had prepare everything without a clear plan, it only place my life on the line.

After all it's my psychotic brother I'm talking about here. Seven years weren't enough to tackle his mind.

Strangely, I had a sense of deja vu putting my mind at ease I stroll down the broken wooden step heading underground. The musky smell evade my senses,

With a couple more stairs I stood at the near to rust door, I almost vomitted from the intense smell of orgy and blood. I knoce twice not forgetting to glove my hands.

"What's your business her...oh Ash" the big sturdy voice boom after opening the door meeting the bread face plasterd with a grin "damn man it's been ages" he pat my shoulder as I remove the urge to not push him off, afterall I didn't come here for pleasantries.

"Yeah, just here to see my brother" I said causally walking pass him before any other word could be said.

"Yeah...hey...well nice to see you again" he shouted, I completely ignore him as I walked ahead. The loud noises made my blood boil, innocent girls stolen away from their homes to be used.

'I had to save them all'

Being in the police force I had to keep so many secrets from them and also my outlawed family, the only reason I join the force was to be in the sight of justice, to prevent harm.

But I'm only making it worse.

I made up my mind 4 years ago to stop my injustice mind.

Standing an inch behind the familiar door I felt my fist clench.

'I had to stop him'