. Every breath was heavy, like the air itself was thick with the weight of the past. The boy stood in the middle of the room, his gaze unwavering as he watched Michael, who now looked uncertain. The power had shifted, and Michael could feel it—he could see it in the boy's eyes, in the way Daddy stood, helpless in the corner.
It was almost beautiful, the way everything was falling apart.
Michael's eyes flickered between the boy and Daddy, his jaw tight. "You think you've won, don't you?" he sneered, though his voice lacked the usual venom. Something was changing in him. He could feel it—the same shift that had just rattled Daddy. The boy was no longer just a pawn in this game. He was a player. And that was something Michael had never anticipated.
"I think I've just begun," the boy said, his voice low and dangerous. "And trust me, Michael, I don't play by the same rules you do."
Michael laughed, though it was devoid of humor. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."
The boy stepped forward, his presence overpowering. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing. I've been preparing for this moment my entire life."
Daddy's eyes were filled with desperation, but he remained silent. He had learned long ago that it was better not to interfere when the boy was on a mission.
Michael's expression darkened. "You think you can just rewrite the rules? You think you can take control of everything?"
The boy smiled, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. "I already have."
He turned his attention to Daddy, who was still standing by the wall, his posture rigid, his fists clenched. "You've spent your whole life hiding behind your lies, Robert. You've built this empire on secrets and betrayal. But what happens when those secrets start to unravel? What happens when you can't run anymore?"
Daddy didn't respond. He didn't need to. He knew that the boy was right. His past had caught up with him, and now, it was all falling apart.
"I didn't ask for this," Daddy muttered, his voice low and broken.
The boy's gaze softened, just for a moment. "No, you didn't. But you're the one who made the choices. You're the one who brought this all to the surface. And now, you'll pay the price."
Michael's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "Enough of this! You think I'm afraid of you? Of him?" He motioned toward Daddy, his voice dripping with disdain. "I've dealt with worse than you. You're nothing but a child playing games."
The boy's smile never wavered. "Then maybe you should be more careful about the games you play, Michael."
Michael took a step toward the boy, his eyes hardening with anger. "I'll make you regret this. You and your little puppet."
"Don't worry," the boy said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure you'll regret plenty soon enough."
The tension in the room was unbearable, the air thick with the promise of something catastrophic. The boy and Michael stood facing each other, like two wolves about to collide.
But it was Daddy who finally broke the silence, his voice low and strained. "What do you want from me, Michael?"
Michael turned to face Daddy, his eyes cold and calculating. "I want everything you owe me. You think you can run from your past forever, but it's caught up with you. And now, you'll pay the price."
The boy watched them both, his heart racing. This was the moment. This was when everything would fall apart.
"I've given you everything," Daddy said, his voice filled with a mix of regret and anger. "And you still want more?"
Michael's lips curled into a cruel smile. "You're damn right. I want everything. Every last piece of you. And if that means tearing you apart to get it, then so be it."
The boy stepped forward, his presence filling the room. "You're not the one in control anymore, Michael. You never were."
For a moment, there was silence. The weight of the words hung in the air, the tension between them so thick it was almost tangible. Michael seemed to hesitate, his gaze flickering between the boy and Daddy.
"Is that what you think?" Michael asked, his voice soft, almost mocking. "You think you've won? You think you can just walk away from this?"
"I don't walk away," the boy said, his voice unwavering. "I finish what I start."
And with that, everything changed.
The boy's movements were swift and calculated. In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of Michael, his hand gripping the man's collar. The power had shifted, and now, Michael was the one at the mercy of the boy's cold gaze.
"I'm done playing games, Michael," the boy said, his voice ice-cold. "And if you think you can walk out of here without facing the consequences of your actions, you're sorely mistaken."
Michael's eyes widened in shock. "You—"
Before he could finish, the boy shoved him back, sending him stumbling into the wall. The sound of Michael's body hitting the hard surface echoed through the room.
Daddy flinched, but he didn't move. The boy was in control now, and there was no turning back.
"Get up," the boy ordered, his voice low but commanding. "Get up and face the consequences of what you've done."
Michael struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with a mix of rage and disbelief. "You think this is it? You think this is how it ends?"
The boy's smile was chilling. "No. This is just the beginning."
He turned to Daddy, his expression softer now. "It's over, Robert. It's all over."
Daddy's face twisted with emotion, but there was nothing left to say. He had no more power. No more control.
"You'll pay for this," Michael growled, still trying to stand tall, despite the overwhelming force the boy had exerted.
The boy took a step back, his gaze still fixed on Michael. "We'll see about that."
To be continue...