Reignite

Prologue

Adrian
*7 Years ago*

I mindlessly put my car in drive and step on the gas. I don't know where I'm going, but somewhere far.

I just got done watching them lower my father into the ground just as they did my mother a year ago. There's nothing left for me. Forget LSU.

I can't even think to touch a basketball anymore. I don't even put on any music. I just drive away from this city.

I planned this ahead of time. All of my stuff is packed tightly into my car and the trailer behind it. I just want to leave.

I look into the stoplight, teary eyed, as I get a text from Taylor.

"Where are you?" The text reads.

I don't reply. I just throw my phone down and let out a frustrated sigh. I don't wanna leave her. But I can't do this.

I have a full tank of gas. I can drive a long way before I run out.

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I look up to check my gas after driving for hours and see it's on E. Looks like I've made it to my destination. It's night already.

I look around and I'm in a pretty big city. I stop at a gas station and fill up and decide to go to a club. Maybe get high.

I find this nice club and make my way inside with no worries. I drink until I feel nothing and smoke until I don't know what my thoughts are.

Before I know it, I'm blacked out.

I don't know how it happened but before I know it I'm walking out onto the street, being led out by this guy.

"Come on, just a little farther," He says to me.

"Who are you?" I ask slurring my words.

"Don't worry about it," He says smugly.

He leads me to this alley and I can't do nothing about it.

"You work for Demetrius, don't you?" He asks me.

"If that's what you think," I say with sarcasm.

He doesn't say anything he just begins punching me. He punches me once in the jaw making me fall to the ground.

I'm so weak I can't do anything.

Then more guys come out and I feel something sharp in my side.

I scream in pain as they continue hitting me. I take a long breath and let my eyes close.

At least I'll see my parents again.

I wake up in a room with bandages around my side and a guy walking to me with a tattoo on his neck.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"The guy who saved your life," He replies with a chuckle.

"Where am I?" I ask, "Can I leave?"

"I'm afraid not, since we've saved your life, you're in debt to us," He says.

"Of course you wouldn't do anything out of the kindness of your heart," I say while putting my hand on my chest.

"Kindness is not in Mr. Falcone's vocabulary unfortunately," He replies.