OD
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It was silent for a few seconds before the boss spoke again.
“I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into. Once you’re officially accepted, the only way you’ll be able to leave is if you’re dead.”
“I understand. I have nothing to lose.” Zac replied with a shrug.
“Punch the wall.” he said, and Zac blinked in surprise, but he stood nonetheless.
This was probably another test to see if he could obey orders well without question. He imagined he was hitting the face of the man standing beside the boss, and his fist made a hole in the wall. Pain shot through his arm, but the hole in the wall filled him with immense satisfaction. Maybe it was a test to estimate his strength?
“You’ll work the ring for a year. Jay is in charge of that as you must know. Do well, and you can move up. Leave, Jay will communicate my next instructions with you when I require your presence.”
Zac wanted to ask some questions, but Jay led him out before he could speak.
“You need to be more careful, Zac. Remember your place here, or you’ll get in trouble. You spoke out of turn in his office. Right now, you’re at the bottom of the food chain here.” Jay said.
“That guy that stood beside your boss, who is he here?” Zac asked instead of replying.
“That’s OD. He’s one of the boss’ favourites in the ring. Avoid him, he’s a sadistic bastard. He’s called OD because he kills as much as a h****n overdose in these streets.” Jay replied.
“He was the one that sent me to jail with false accusations. I know his real name is Darren, it was in the police report when he filed false charges against me. I’m going to find out how he’s connected to Justin, and then make him regret what he did to...”
Zac was cut off as a small object smacked the back of his head. And he turned to see Darren leaning against the wall a few feet away, with a smirk on his face.
The anger that Zac had been trying to contain seemed to erupt like an active volcano. He moved forward to confront Darren, but Jay held him back with a warning look in his eyes. Zac remembered his circumstances. He was just a newbie. Darren had power here, so going up against him now would be stupid. Darren smirked as he walked closer. The bastard knew that he had the upper hand.
“I was just taking him out. I’ll drop him off where I picked him up.” Jay said in a bid to calm the tension.
“It’s your job, and you’re being paid to do it, do you expect a thank you?” He said in a condescending tone to Jay.
“I always wondered what kind of life you were living while you had me locked up, Darren. I hope you enjoyed the spectacle you made of my life. And I hope you enjoyed the money you were paid to pull it off.” Zac growled at him.
“The name’s OD. You better not forget it, pretty boy. Remember that all it would take is a few words to get you kicked out, or maybe even killed.”
Zac wanted to punch a hole in his stupid smug face like he had done to the wall in the boss’ office, but now was not the right time. OD would get a taste of his own medicine. Zac wouldn’t stop till he made the bastard beg.
“How was prison, pretty boy?” OD asked him with a sneer.
“Don’t call me that.” Zac snarled at him.
“I’m sure the men there found some use for your ass, pretty boy. Did you enjoy being someone’s b***h in there?” OD said with a chuckle like he had told the smartest joke in history.
Idiot.
“I’m not gay, but I won’t mind giving your ass a try. If you’re up for a ride with a real man, not those mediocre c***s you gagged on in prison, I’ll consider taking you for a ride.” OD smirked.
“I was no one’s b***h, and I never will be. I’m curious though. I never knew you. Why did you do that to me?” He asked OD out of the blue.
He wanted to know why OD had decided to be a part of ruining his life when they had never met before that day. Was it money? Was it just a coincidence? Or a bit of bad luck on Zachary’s end? How did OD get involved with Justin?
Zachary needed details, and not for anything silly like closure. He was just gathering information to use against his enemies in the future. Closure had no place in his life, only revenge. He doubted the boss had approved or was aware of what OD had done. Men like the boss wouldn’t waste their time on trivial issues like that. There was also no use reporting to the boss without good evidence.
“The real question is, why not? You were just a piece of s**t acting so high and mighty when you knew nothing about power. But it seems like you haven’t learned your lesson from last time.” OD moved closer to him, but Zac stood his ground.
If he stepped back, it would look like he was afraid of OD. He had faced tougher men in prison and survived. OD was nothing.
“You should be real careful, pretty boy. Know your place here, and maybe I’ll let you live. But if you try anything funny, I will put a bullet through your head, understand?” he asked.
“I don’t even give a damn that you’re here. That’s how confident I am that you’re going to flop. You’ll just end up as a lackey. The disposable idiots we use for errands that are either too disgusting for the rest, or too dangerous. Good luck on your journey to the gutters.”
As he finished speaking, he laughed so loudly that it echoed through the empty hallway. He paused and smirked.
“I’ve got my eyes on you, boy, so you better be careful. And try not to die before you can even spend whatever money you hope to make.”
Those were OD’s last words before he walked away.
The only thing that kept Zac calm was the fact that he was imagining strangling the bastard from behind. That vision would have to be enough for now.
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