Adrian Winters
Today was the very first day that I was off of 'house arrest' and I was using it to go see the very person I'd wanted to see lose it all more than any other person I'd likely ever meet.
The tires of my Aston Martin squealed as I stopped along the curb of the precinct, the anger boiling in my chest rising as I climbed from my car and paced up the concrete steps into the main office for visitation.
"I'm here to speak to Demetri Flanne. If there's an issue I request that Captain Logan Saint Laurent be the escorting officer," I say to the receptionist who nodded and lifted her phone to her ear while I adjusted the file under my jacket. A file filled with the events I'd gathered in detail, the pieces that were pertinent to the incarceration already in the hands of the judge overseeing Demetri's trial.
A moment later Logan walked out into the main office his eyebrows raised as I glowered in the least spiteful way I could at this moment.
"I wish to speak to Demetri," I state and he nodded, gesturing me to follow him which I did, taking in the way that the precinct shifted from the styled functional rooms of Manhattan PD until we were in the holding rooms for dangerous criminals that were being held for their trials.
"He's at the end of the hallway," Logan says, looking at me with an uncertain look, as though he couldn't be sure that I'd behave myself in a room with Demetri. I would, but only just because I knew what happened to people in prison who were found to be rapists, and it would only take a brief visit to the right prisoner to have Demetri killed behind bars.
And even criminals have a moral compass.
"Thank you," I say, taking a step towards the room before Logan's hand landed on my shoulder.
"What did he do that you have that look, you never told me?" he asks and I chuckle softly.
"For the past several months I've been speaking with a girl who has confided in me without knowing my identity. He's abused her for months, that's on your desk, the murders as well, its the kind of abuse Logan. The physical is recorded over two dozen buried reports. She's been abused emotionally too, and mentally, and I don't need her to testify to believe it, I have the evidence and you do now too. I don't know her name though, I doubt I ever will," I admit and Logan smiled briefly.
"You care about someone you know nothing of substance about other than what she's been through?" he says, pausing and tilting his head. "I could get you the name if you want-"
"No. If I know her name, it'll only make all of this worse. I have too much of my fathers vengeful nature for that to be a good idea."
"He'd be proud of what you've done Adrian. You took down one of the largest gangs in New York, and risked a lot on the way. You will remain anonymous officially," Logan continues.
"I hope so, but I'll never truly know, now will I?" I hum before moving to the door of the cell, "oh and turn off the cameras, I don't want evidence of me being here."
"Of course," he says, stepping to the side of the thick door as I opened it and moved inside to find Demetri sitting at his desk attached to limitation chains.
Fitting.
"Demetri, I see you're settling in nicely," I muse as Logan closed the door.
He peered up at me and scowled, his typically dark eyes seeming to turn to black holes as he raged in place.
"You fucking put me here," he bit out and I smirked as I neared the chair across from him.
"Indeed, I did. And whose going to come after me when your case won't even make it onto the news. You'll just vanish just like the rest of them. Honestly it was quite difficult to pin anything on you until I realized how careless you've been. My part has been shredded, not a soul knows I did anything except for you, but what sounds more likely, a criminal with a history of violence, a dozen proven murders, assault charges and a troubled youth torturing people for information, or an orphaned billionaire heir who's a star athlete, and philanthropist being involved with a gang?"
"I should have killed you when I suspected you were off," he says and I shrug.
"Maybe you should have, but you were too busy being distracted by your sadistic tendencies and compensating for what happened to you before you ran away from home." This made him shift forwards, the chains digging into his wrists.
"I know about your abuse of your now ex girlfriend, and your history of paying off people. I've been taking you down one step at a time for months, before you even took me in thinking I was some foolish fifteen year old. You're going to stay behind these bars Demetri, and just so we're clear if I could take down your organization and I can reach you in here, I can reach you anywhere. And I hear women, and children abusers aren't treated kindly in Gen-Pop, you're both, I know my share of people, if I hear a word about you opening your mouth, you might just have an accident," I state leaning down onto the metal table.
"Fuck you Adrian, you don't have that kind of influence," Demetri said his voice filled with panic now as I smiled back at him.
"Sixty billion dollars says otherwise," I then pushed off the table and moved back to the door before pausing and turning back to face him, now appearing like a scared boy more than the feared street gang leader I knew him as. "And one last thing Demetri, she's safe, I made sure of it, you'll never put a hand on her ever again."
With that I stepped out of the holding cell and met Logan's eyes as he closed the door with a metallic thunk.
"I fear what you'll be like in a boardroom," Logan chuckled, glancing back at the cell where Demetri's dulled curses could faintly be heard.
"Our family didn't become a part of the one percent by being clear cut morally," I mutter, glancing back at the door.
"There's truth to that, but you would know that better than me," Logan says and I merely nodded.
"There's nothing quite like being born to wealth to teach how different the real world is compared to what the majority live in," I say thinking briefly about what it must be like to not have this life, my life.
"You wouldn't have had the ability to solve this case, it won't ever be public but you saved a girl from abuse, and countless other people from murder," Logan points out and I fell silent, my mind flickering to the image of that small framed girl on the park bench the first time I'd seen her.
Yes, definitely worth the price.
"I can't disagree. Thank you for letting me visit," I then began my walk back through the precinct back towards my car and the drive back to my penthouse, before I did something that would have be charged with things I couldn't legally get out of.
I'm sure it makes me messed up, but I quite enjoy writing the chapters where Adrian get's to unpack people and make them afraid, very pleasant. Comment, vote, and share. Anyways
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The Billionaire Darkness
Teen Fiction{Book #0 of The Winters Series} Adrian Leo Winters was many things, the heir to his parents multi trillion dollar empire, the son of the renowned Alexander Winters, but underneath he was cold, and sad, broken from years of being away from his sister...
