Prologue - The officers motive? #2

Wallace groaned at his partner's insolence and said

" Can you be quiet for a moment like just this once, be quiet and sit in the corner or check on the kids lying around."

"Come on Wallace, don't be like that. How was the kid supposed to look ?" Said the second officer while his face twitched as he tried to keep himself from hitting Wallace for his superior attitude.

Wallace glanced at his partner Mike, before asking

"Are you telling me, you did not listen to a single thing in the briefing from the person, who hired us, about the kid, we are going to capture?"

Mike took several deep breaths before saying

"Can you just answer the damn question, instead of trying to make me look like an idiot ?"

Wallace smirking responded

"well it isn't that difficult, to be honest, you do all the work by yourself. Seriously, it is harder to not comment at the idiocy you spit in our everyday.

According to our employer, he is supposed to wear a dark blue hoodie, wearing black shorts and white air jordans. He is of African American descent with a milk chocolate skin tone, fit, about 180 cm tall, and a short afro haircut. But the biggest way to identify him is his eyes, supposedly they are grey.

Well, get to work, checking on the kids, and their conditions. While I talk with the boss about the situation on our end."

Wallace takes out his phone and began calling the Boss, knowing the response won't be a pleasant conversation, waiting for him to take the phone.

Meanwhile, Darius paled as he began thinking about every possible scenario to avoid being recognized by any of those, who were on the ground. Darius was thinking if I get up, they would hold me and question me, which can lead to my capture so that doesn't work either, I can run but the chance of getting arrested is higher as well as more dangerous.

So what can I do? The odds are against me, but I am not wearing a dark blue hoodie as I changed with one of the punks. If I text Allan to track my phone and get my phone to one of the unconscious thugs, I will be able to track the criminals straight to their employer but I need to find a way to distract the officers to avoid to discover me or find another way but what other way is there without risking my life to get the people coming after me.

Yes, I do, if not what is going to stop them from finding me later with this chance I can hit three birds with one stone and get rid of the corrupt cops, get rid of the one, who is after me and know they won't be able to come after me from prison.

Meanwhile, Allan was going into a panic about the situation, wondering if there was something he could do to support him better, as the lightbulb lit up and got a great idea and began texting his other friends if they know anything about a bully in our neighborhood, who walks around with thugs in their twenties.

As Allan watched with bated breath, praying for the safety of Darius in his mind, waiting for messages from their classmates and friends to answer betting someone knows about the Thugs and corrupt cops.

Allan received a message, that said

"The biggest thug in our neighborhood is Michael Shay, but his father, Alexander Shay is a major politician with a major pharmaceutical company, that has a rumor for being involved with a lot of criminals and illegal activity, meanwhile, their prices for life necessary are some of the highest in the market.

You should stay out of their way, as they have some police officers in their pocket, causing most of their cases to be dismissed when combined with their lawyers."

Allan froze, sweat pilling on his face, eyes concentrated on Darius, asking himself

"what would Darius do?"

- Michael Shay POV -

"It truly is satisfying to know he will pay for going against me, Michael Shay. Oh, I look forward to seeing his face" I said out loud for everybody to hear before glancing to my father as the phone was ringing, I began to wonder, how long is it going to take those pigs to bring me that man.

I stared at my father, while father was listening to the phone call, I noticed my father's complexion becoming red as he roared in the phone, questioning the cops' ability and loyalty, I didn't expect my father to be this angry about the person, who disrespected me and felt a sense of acknowledgment.

Until I heard his next words.

" I will not allow anyone to think they can disrespect me because of the failure that is my son, bring me that boy so I can put a bullet in his skull and end this affair."

He stared at me after slamming the phone before asking

"Now what am I supposed to do with the failure you have become, hmm, will you need me to clean up after you the rest of your life or do you have any intention to get your life in order. At least your brother has a handle on his life"

I stopped listening as he continued on his serenade of insults, belittling arguments and my feelings were already bitter and somber, but slowly my fist paled and I began taking deep breaths, as my lungs felt like they were filled with a burning fire, the fire grew and I knew, whose fault this is.

- Michael Shay POV - End

It is all his fault as Michael imagined Darius in his mind, promising vengeance, promising he would take everything, Darius ever valued and make him suffer.

And Michael already knew where to begin.