Deviant

The asshole was trying to get a law passed that would make it easier to traffic kids. It wasn’t worded that way, but I wasn’t stupid. In between those fights and getting high, I went to class and learned a lot, just enough to keep dad off my ass with his shit.

This time dad didn’t want to hear it though, and I’d slept on the lobbyist the asshole had been working for. They’d made shit hard for me, and dad, in some misguided notion that he was keeping me safe had shipped me off to Central America. Big fucking mistake.

He had no idea what the fuck I could get up to in that neck of the woods. The possibilities were endless. I was a multi-millionaire in five years and was well on my way to adding another zero onto my portfolio.

And then my dad went and passed away unexpectedly while I was in exile, leaving me all his worldly possessions. We hadn’t always had the best relationship, him being a tight ass me being a free spirit, but he was still the only family I had left after ma passed when I was two.

We’d kept in touch while I was gone, after I’d forgiven him for sending me away. It had taken me a while to accept that he’d sent me away for my own good. I knew he loved me even though we butted heads, and he knew I’d die for him.

So although to the rest of the world it appeared that there was a rift between father and son, in reality we’d grown closer as I became a man.

I’d evolved in the jungles of South and Central America, had started seeing things in a different light. In short, I grew the fuck up. Life wasn’t a game after all.

But instead of shaking me up, the more I learned, the scarier I became. I grew a hard shell and said fuck this shit. The world was a different place and nothing at all like the privileged shit I was accustomed to.

My dad’s money and position in society had shielded me from a whole lot of shit that was out there, but once that veil was lifted and I saw the underbelly of mankind I got smart real fucking quick.

I knew to survive I had to become better than everyone else, but not only that, I had to become more twisted than the most twisted fuck out there. Don’t think I didn’t research that shit.

I had a lot of time to think while I was in Central America, time to really look at what my life had become and where I was going.

I had time to think about the loss of my mother and what it had done to me. The fact that my dad had shut down and shut me out after we lost her. No wonder I had turned out to be as fucked in the head as I am.

Instead of a replacement the old man had sunk everything he had heart and soul into building his company. He’d told me only after all the bullshit that it was for me. He’d felt guilt over me losing my mom at such a young age even though there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent her from dying from the disease that had eaten away at her.

His idea was to build a company for his son, a legacy. I didn’t get the logic but the shit made sense to him and it wasn’t my place to ask him ‘what the fuck!’

It was good to finally have an explanation other than the one I’d come up with on my own though. But now he was gone and his asshole nemesis was trying to pull a fast one. I pulled myself back from memory lane and focused on the here and now.

I’d made the first move so far in our little war but the shit wasn’t gonna end there. This asshole fancies himself some sort of dapper don, because he has the ear of one of the leading mob families in the region. Like I give a fuck.

One of the things I’d learned in the jungle is that there’s a big difference between playing tough and actually being that way. Somebody should’ve told this fuck they don’t call me ‘sadico’ for nothing.

These dumb fucks have no idea what it means to be tough. Try fighting cougars in the jungle for survival. I’d put myself through some serious shit to toughen myself up over the years. I’m not afraid of them, not even close.

So when I touched down on American soil, once I learned what had helped send dad to an early grave and the part Aldridge and his mobbed up friend had played in it I didn’t give a fuck about his connections, or who he had in his pocket. I knew that I was gonna start an all out war with these fucks.