Chapter 23
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" Anthony's cold voice rang through the air.
"No, but I'm sure I won't like it." Roger answered, not looking at Anthony.
Anthony looked through the dusty, unkempt room and smiled to himself. It was littered with pieces of metal and other junk that had been abandoned a long time ago.
There were spikes in the middle of what appeared to be an arena, rusted with age and dried blood.
The room smelled of stale beer and urine.
The plan that Tony had concocted was to fight his brother and make sure at the last moment to push him into the spikes. One stab through the heart was all it would take to end his life.
Then, he would rule supreme over the city. He would be the one people would come to on bended knee. There would be no one, absolute
