CHAPTER 2 — "The Secret Hidden in David's Past"
By sunset, the story had spread through every housing unit.
Some inmates claimed David knew military combat.
Others insisted he had been a special forces operator.
A few whispered he had once worked undercover.
Nobody knew the truth.
Victor sat silently inside solitary confinement.
His pride hurt far more than his bruised shoulder.
No guard had ever embarrassed him in front of the entire prison.
Never.
One of his loyal followers slipped him a message through the food slot.
Tonight. Cell Block C. We can make him disappear.
Victor crushed the paper.
His revenge had already begun.
Meanwhile...
David quietly completed his paperwork.
Another officer sat across from him.
"You know they're coming after you tonight."
"I know."
"You should request protective assignment."
David smiled.
"I applied to work here because I knew men like Victor were here."
The officer frowned.
"What are you talking about?"
David opened an old wallet.
Inside was a faded photograph.
A smiling teenage boy.
Beside him stood a police officer.
"My father."
"He worked in this prison twenty years ago."
The room became silent.
"He refused to help Victor smuggle drugs."
"Three weeks later..."
"He was stabbed by inmates under Victor's orders."
The officer's eyes widened.
"You came here for revenge?"
David slowly shook his head.
"No."
"I came here because revenge created Victor."
"My father believed prisons should change people."
"He died believing that."
"I'm here to finish what he started."
Hours later...
The lights dimmed.
Cell Block C suddenly lost power.
Darkness swallowed the corridor.
Metal doors echoed.
Someone screamed.
Then another voice shouted—
"Officer down!"
The emergency alarm exploded throughout the prison.
Red lights flashed.
Running footsteps thundered through the hallway.
When backup officers reached the scene...
They expected to find David beaten unconscious.
Instead...
They found six of Victor's strongest followers lying face-down on the floor.
Every one of them handcuffed.
Every one of them alive.
Every one of them stunned.
David stood nearby.
Breathing steadily.
Not a scratch on him.
The prison captain stared.
"What happened?"
David answered simply.
"They attacked."
"I defended myself."
Security cameras later confirmed every word.
David never threw the first strike.
Every movement had been defensive.
Measured.
Legal.
Professional.
Victor watched the footage the next morning.
His confidence began to crack.
Who exactly...
Had he declared war against?
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The answer arrived twenty-four hours later.
And it would terrify even Victor Carter.
