Hate surged through me like a storm, dark and unstoppable, as I stepped into the room.
The bastard, his slutty daughter, and Edison with that smug look on his face. They were all walking corpses. In this gilded cage, I was just the head of a hill, a figure with power but no voice, a beast chained by circumstance. But outside, in the real world, I was the storm no one saw coming, a force of nature that could not be contained.
The room was lavish, dripping with wealth and arrogance. Ricky, the rich prick, thought his sunglasses could hide the fear in his eyes. He forgot who I was.
At fifteen, I became a sub, ruling my hill with iron fists. By seventeen, I took down a town chief who thought he was untouchable. And now, standing in front of this pompous asshole, I knew he had no idea what I
