Never Giving Up (Sequel to The Broken Generation)

Chapter 9

Vic's POV

I had watched all of the videos multiple times and it was Jason. Morgan had told me what I needed to do, Oliver had told me and I didn't know if I could. I shut off the video and looked at Morgan.

"Get him and take him to the basement, have a few others in there so they can see what happens," I said softly. He nodded his head and left the office and I leaned back and closed my eyes. I wasn't looking forward to this, but I had been doing a lot of thinking about it and this was the only way. If I did this to him, it would set an example and then I wouldn't have to do it again. Or, I could just have Morgan do my dirty work for me.   If I made him do it though no one would take me seriously.

I'd do it this time, then I'd just pass it off to him later, possibly. I still wasn't sure. I stood up and grabbed the stupid baseball bat and headed down to the basement where a few prostitutes and dealers were already standing and Jason sat tied to a chair.

I swung the bat in my hand and let myself shut down. "So, you think you can steal from me just because Oliver isn't here?" I asked him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" 

I smirked. "Don't do that, it's pathetic. The walls have eyes and I know everything whether you think I don't or not. I know everything in this place," I told him and reared the bat back as I stood in front of him.

"Whatever, you're not gonna do shit."

I gave him a steely look and swung the baseball bat. It smashed against his stomach, causing him to let out a loud oof.

"Think I won't?" I snarled, handing the bat to Morgan and punched Jason in the face.

"Is that all you got?"

I glared and hit him again, letting all my irritation out in that moment on this asshole. I was angry about being stuck running the place for my dad, I was pissed that people here couldn't seem to respect me and that this Christopher Morgan asshole who thought he could come in and try and take over. That wasn't the case, he was able to help me but he was not going to take this business from me, no matter how stressed out it made me. I let my anger about what was going on with Alan out on him, as well as my guilt for keeping this from Kellin, it all came out and when I finished, my breathing hard and heavy I looked at him. Jason was unconscious and bleeding. My knuckles were bruised and bloody and I couldn't tell if it was his blood or mine but I didn't care.

I looked at the other people in the room. "If any of you think you can get away with stealing from me or even disrespect me, this will be you," I told them, grabbed the bat from Morgan and walked out of the basement.  That felt kinda good.

I headed to the bathroom and cleaned myself up and let out a groan. There was no possible way I'd be able to hide the bruises on my fists from Kellin. No wonder Oliver told me to use a bat. What was I gonna tell Kellin?   I cleaned up as best as I could and looked over my hands, I'd figure something out. Maybe I could tell him I was going out of town for a conference for a few days until they healed up.  I'm sure he would believe that. I've had to go to oncology conferences before, he'd understand. This'll work then.

I finished up some things in the office and got it sorted out before I left for the day and started home before I realized I'd need to buy some gloves or something to keep my knuckles covered from Kellin.

My phone started ringing and I saw Austin's name on screen.

"Hey what's up?" I said when I answered.

"What are you doing?" 

"Leaving work, why?"

"Really? Because I came here to see if you were here and you weren't."