Chapter 6 - Vengeance Served
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As Randy ‘The Big Axe’, he tapped into his infiltrating ideas and eschewed the guards that manned the gate. But there were two more at the door.
Randy entered through the back doors, where there were two guards and he moved like a phantom, his movements precise, his strikes deadly, leaving the two guards unconscious before they even registered the threat.
When he entered, he sighed at a familiar person and spoke softly. "Maggie!" Her small frame bound tightly to a chair, her mouth gagged with a plaster, and allowed little movement.
Randy removed the gag.
"Whoever you are, save my daughter!" Maggie shrieked, her voice hoarse with fear. "Jamie is a pedophile! He took my daughter, Pamela!"
Randy's heart clenched. He'd known about Jamie's twisted nature, but hearing it from Maggie, seeing the raw desperation in her eyes, the fear that clawed at her soul, made him realize the depths of Jamie's depravity.
He wanted to tell her that her greed, her insatiable hunger for money, had ultimately landed her in this situation, but the words died in his throat. Now was not the time for accusations. Saving his daughter was the only thing that mattered.
“Where?” he asked, confused about which route to take, and Maggie pointed to a hallway that led to many rooms.
He pushed open a door and found himself in a room bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp. In the center, slumped against a plush, velvet chaise, was a pale, trembling Jamie Doss, shocked at Randy's sight.
It was the third time he would set his eyes on Jamie Doss and those three times, he was doing one thing - hurting him.
The first time he saw him was at the court; the second time, the arena where he died; and now the third time, he ass about to r**e his six-year-old daughter, who had been stripped naked.
“Mister!” Pamela shouted and rushed behind Randy.
Randy lunged forward, a whirlwind of anger and determination. He unleashed a torrent of punches, each blow fueled by the burning injustice he felt.
Jamie, taken by surprise, struggled to defend himself by getting to the buzzer and informing his guards outside but the effect of Randy's blows weakened him.
"You piece of trash!" Randy roared, his voice hoarse with fury. "You won't touch her again!"
Jamie finally managed to scramble back, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. "Call the police, prisoner," he said, his voice laced with a cruel mockery. "Let's see who ends up in prison. You are nothing but a jailed thug with zero freedom. What next can you do? Call them, hand me over?”
Randy's movements stopped abruptly. Jamie was right. He was a ghost, a shadow operating on the fringes of society.
He looked at Jamie, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. He was close, so close to fulfilling his mission, but the doubts began to creep in. Jamie had power, money, and influence. He could easily buy his way out of this, leaving Randy and Maggie to face the consequences.
Just as his resolve started to crumble, he remembered his purpose, the reason he had infiltrated Jamie's world. Randy had nothing to do with Jamie, it was Leonard who had a lot to do with him.
He bent down, his eyes locking onto Jamie's, a cold, calculating glint in his own. "You remember Leonard St. Chadwick?" he hissed, his voice a whisper, a promise. "He sent me. To get his daughter, and to end you."
Jamie's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of fear crossing his face. "Leo...Leonard is dead," he choked out, his voice hoarse, a trail of blood trickling down his lip.
"You fool," Randy said. "You think slaps can kill him? This is just the beginning of your misery." He wished he could tell Jamie that he was Leonard, but even Jamie wouldn't understand. Yet, he felt the pangs of cheat, of failure, all that Jamie had brought to him.
He lunged forward and delivered one more crushing blow and Jamie passed out.
He knelt close to Pamela who is now dressed and hugged. “Remember me?” he asked and the girl nodded. “I'll never let the bag guys get to you again.”
“Please take me to daddy. I don't want to stay with mummy,” Pamela said and Randy nodded.
Then he delved into Jamie's lock after he broke it and saw two briefcases, one filled with cash and one filled with cocaine.
He grabbed the package and shoved it into Jamie's mouth, the white powder dissolving instantly, making his eyes glaze over.
A cold, calculating gleam flickered in his eyes. "Jamie Doss, his," he said, his voice a chilling whisper, "is how it ends. You won't survive this."
With Pamela in his arms, Randy tugged an unconscious Jamie out of the room.
"Help me, please," Maggie pleaded.
Randy looked at her. “It's a pity she doesn't want to stay with you,” Randy said, and Maggie looked in dismay.
“Leonard sent me here.”
Maggie looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion. She didn't understand.
“You can do anything to Leonard, but his daughter is his and you know that.”
“Is he alive?” Maggie asked.
“He sent me, only to get his daughter and end Jamie Doss. And not get you out or offer any help,” he said and slipped out of the room, ignoring Maggie's frantic pleas.
As he went, he felt something close to fulfillment.
He reached for one of Jamie's sleek sports cars and locked him inside the butt. The guards, still unconscious, lay sprawled on the floor.
He reached the gate and the guards mistook him for Jamie, their boss, and opened gate without hesitation.
He drove back to the port which was now filled with empty containers and locked Jamie in one of them, with all the packets he got from his house.
After that, he hinted the closest police station and left the place as soon as possible.
He drove Pamela to a small, nondescript house, a charity home that offered refuge to girls in distress. He told them she was a victim of abuse.
The woman who ran the home, a kind, elderly lady with eyes that had seen too much pain, accepted her with open arms, particularly with the case that he handed over to the nun.
"I'll come back for you," he whispered to Pamela as he hugged her tight. "My puppet.”
“When will you come back, mister? When will you take me to my daddy?” She asked.
Randy knew that would take time. As he knelt there, keeping her in her bosom, he knew there was only one way Pamela could meet Leonard again, and that was by completing the Six Shade System and getting his body back. He nodded in triplicate, deciding at that moment to complete the circle.
“Very soon,” he whispered. “But for now, stay here. I'll come get you soon.”
He watched Pamela settle into the home, a wave of relief washing over him. He had done it. He had saved Pamela, the other kids, and the women. He had completed his mission. He sighed, not in distress, but in relief.
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