Damned

Chapter 19: Mayhem

Kingston

Wyatt's eyes narrowed as I approached him, and I knew he had already picked up on the fact that something had gone wrong on the way here. He glanced over at the motorcycle, and I could practically see the gears turning in his head.

"Whose bike is that?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

I let out a sigh, not wanting to go into the details at that moment. "I promise I'll explain everything later," I replied, hoping to alleviate his concerns.

Wyatt turned his attention back to the task at hand, but I could tell he was still uneasy. "So, what's the plan, Kingston? We both go in guns blazing?" he asked, half-jokingly.

I shook my head, knowing that was far too reckless. "No, you watch the exterior. Make sure no one is coming in or out. I want to make sure there are no surprises," I instructed him, handing him a radio and earpiece to make communication easier.

"I'll go in and do the dirty work. If I'm not back in an hour, you'll know something's wrong," I added, steeling myself for what was to come.

I could sense Wyatt's reluctance, but he respected my decision enough not to argue. I checked my equipment, making sure my earpiece and radio were working, and that my guns were in good order. Satisfied that everything was in place, I set off into the darkness towards my father's farmhouse.

My father's security measures were old school; he relied on guard dogs instead of modern technology. It was a risky situation, and any wrong move could set the dogs off. I knew I had to be cautious and move stealthily to avoid detection.

As I approached the imposing 8-foot wall surrounding the property, I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding wash over me. My heart was pounding against my chest, and I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. The darkness around me only added to the eerie feeling that something might go wrong. Taking a deep breath, I assessed the wall and prepared myself for the jump. With a burst of adrenaline and the assistance of my height, I propelled myself upwards, grabbing the edge of the wall and hauling myself up and over to the other side. Landing softly, I crouched low, scanning my surroundings for any sign of danger.

As I landed on the other side of the wall, I expected to be met with the ferocious barking of the guard dogs, but to my surprise, there was no sign of them. The silence was eerie, and the property was shrouded in darkness as I peered around.

With caution, I made my way towards the back door, but the sense of unease only grew stronger as I approached. The darkness seemed to seep into every corner of the property, and the absence of any guard dogs made no sense to me. I moved slowly and deliberately, making sure to stay perceptive of my surroundings.

Finally, I reached the back door and slowly pushed it open with no resistance. The weird part was there was no sound, no creaking of hinges, no sign of anyone inside. The house was as silent as the grave, and it sent shivers down my spine. I moved cautiously, my heart racing as I tried to make sense of what was going on. Had my father evacuated the property, scared that I'd kill him? Or was he waiting for me, hiding in the shadows, ready to pounce at the first opportunity?

As I crept deeper into my father's sprawling farmhouse, I couldn't help but marvel at its size. The towering ceilings, intricate architecture and exposed beams, whispered of a lavish lifestyle that came at a deadly cost. My father's insatiable desire for power and wealth had come at a steep price, marked by the stench of blood, betrayal, and selfishness that permeated the air. As I explored his home, I couldn't help but sense a new level of desperation in his actions to cross his own son like this, one that even surpassed his previous ruthless behavior.