Scion

12. The Beginning

Harper's POV

I'd found out that the little town I'd ended up in was actually very close to my house. An hour away at most.

I thought of going straight home to immediately warn my family but I predicted some sort of confrontation and I didn't know if my father and brother would actually be on my side.

I walked to my family's contingency plan. A safe house, that was about half an hour from the house. By the time I got there my legs ached from disuse, my muscles shaking as sweat beaded on my forehead.

I was out of shape, so out of shape in fact that I wasn't sure I could even fight Sonny if it came down to it, but I had to try.

I guessed that usually we would be evenly matched, but I hadn't done any form of exercise since  I was captured about a week ago and on top of that my injuries (although they had begun to heal) made my muscles scream any time I tried to do anything.

The house was nothing special, completely contrasting with my house, but that was the point. A small house in a unimportant neighborhood, that no one would expect to house weapons for the biggest Mafia in the drug game.

I went into the backyard and rooted around in the bushes for a lockbox which held the key to the top window.

Usually, it wouldn't be so easy to access the house, but the last time I was there I'd put the key into the lockbox just in case I needed to hide out there.

I carefully shimmied up the guttering and jumped towards the window, unlocking it and walking in. Inside, the house looked normal, unless you knew where to look.

The house was completely regular, it had a modern theme so most furnishings were either white or grey.  It had 3 bedrooms and a bathroom with quite a spacious living space downstairs.

The window I'd entered through was a room I'd taken as my own. When I was 17 I ran away, not far of course, and not for long, but ended up at this house.

I decorated this room, got the locks changed, so that I was the only one who could enter, unless they broke the door. It was completely black with lots of white furnishings, I have no idea why I chose black for the walls, it must have been during a phase.

Walking into the room I immediately lifted up the bed, taking stock of all the knives and guns I'd left behind, opening all of the drawers and putting them  with the others.  I then took the key from above the door, and unlocked it. 

When I had come to the house I made sure that there were no company cars out front, patrolling up to two streets over, making sure for definite. Even though I needed to warn my father, I didn't want him to know so early, if he found out he send loads of men to come and get me, he lived  for the drama, and then the house would be unprotected.

I came downstairs to a fully stocked fridge, people came every month to make sure the house had everything it needed, so I decided to make some food.

Sonny wouldn't go for my house until it was dark, so I could stop for breakfast at the house before moving on. 

After making some toast I sat at the island and ate it. I could've turned on the tv but I decided against it. Instead preparing my mind for the day ahead, whatever happened. I'd seen Sonny's soldiers, and from what I could tell he had loads of them.

We did too but I knew it came down to Sonny himself, and if father had anything to do with it, I would be fighting, he wanted to protect his heir from death. Getting beat up was fine, but dying, my father would never, because that meant he'd either have to let Rye take over or pick a random soldier to be next in line. 

After breakfast I put on another black leather suit, much like the one that my torturer had ruined, loading it up with as many weapons as I could fit.
By the time I was finished I had a knife attached to the bottom of each shoe, and a knife in each shoe, 2 guns strapped to my hips, more knives strapped to my legs and a katana strapped to my back.  I would probably never actually use the katana, but I like the way it looked.

I'd made too many mistakes leading up to that point.  I was the whole reason we were in we were in such a mess. I had let Sonny survive at the very beginning, and so he had gone on to recover, and pull more people who were willing to fight for him, capture me and the plot against my family. 

I couldn't afford to make any more mistakes like that. I had to be perfect. Among my family I was known as the prodigal son, I don't know what happened to me, I'd lost my touch, but never again.

I made my way back to my room, putting my other clothes over my suit, just in case I ran into people. Locked everything up and walked back onto the street.

Moving in the direction of the place I'd called home, ready to protect it with my life.