Sure, he was only a bouncer at a nightclub, but that’s in the past. I saw what he could do… The way he tracked down my men and slaughtered them for hurting his family, like there was nothing to it but that.
The way he wiped their existences away with his brute strength and hislarge, capable hands.
Perfect. Truly. A one in a million hunk of clay, ready to be molded.
I see nothing but pure potential in Jonathan Chevelle. A blank canvas awaiting my… brush strokes.
Fuck me… Okay. Ignore that.
The point is that with him as mysecond in commandon this island, Alabaster Penitentiary will be as much a dark force, and I’ll be unstoppable.
Together, we will build an army of officers with similar motivations… Skills in spades, andeverythingon the line.
And so it goes… Alabaster Pen has its first guard.
It took us a couple of weeks to hammer out the details, on both sides. I filled my New York team in on how we would proceed, and they got to work. Fabian and Kent have been diligently milking their connections in hopes of finding other capable humans we can blackmail into coming to work for me, in the prison.
I would love to stumble upon them organically, like I did with Jonathan. But I don’t have that kind of time. The board has been breathing down my neck to get Alabaster Pen up and running, and I’ll need at least a handful of guards before we can begin taking in prisoners.
We’re in the process of acquiring more bodies, and Jonathan will handle training them—the whole onboarding process, which I fully believe to be the best course of action.
No, I don’t know him well, but I’ve seen everything I need to so far. We’ll learn the rest as we go.What’s the worst that could happen?
Ha. Famous last words, right?
Kent set up the left side of the mansion to house our crew of correctional officers. Bedrooms and bathrooms fully stocked with everything they’ll need to live and work here on my island full-time.
Like a…residenceprogram of sorts.That’s a thing, I know it is.
There are more than a few aspects of this that are less than OSHA-approved. Deal with it.
If anything, the notion of creating and owning this process, start to finish, top to bottom, really speaks to the power-hungry control freak in me. And keeping it all locked up tight on the island will ensure loyalty, above all else.
Weird fucking nerd or not, L. Ron Hubbard was onto something, for sure.
Jonathan gets out of the car, as do I, though whilehe’sgazing all around at the exterior of the ornate monstrosity that is our new home, I’m watchinghim.
It’s hard not to, honestly. He’s a very captivating person. I realized that the night we met. But also, this is as new for me as it is for him.
I never expected I’d be sharing my living space with my employees. Truthfully, I never really saw myself having employees who weren’t associated with the cartel. Operating Alabaster Penitentiary is far out of my wheelhouse in many ways. But I can’t say I’m not excited about it.
This island is my very own kingdom. A dark and dreary place thatIhappen to find strangely beautiful.
I feel like Scar, after he wipes out that goodie two shoes Mufasa, and convinces his bitch-boy son to run away like the coward he is. That was always my favorite part of that movie…
Long live the king, right?
And now, the jungle is allmine,to operate as I see fit.
Jonathan lingers by the car, but I shoo him along. “Kent will get your bags. Come.”
He’s a bit stiff when I take his arm in mine. I won’t say it doesn’t please meimmensely. Walking him up the steps to the front door, I’m biting back my grin as I push them open.
A gasp leaves his lips, followed by a hushed, “Holy crap…”
I sneer, whispering by his ear, “Welcome home.”
His face is bobbing all around as he takes in the architecture; high ceilings, vampire-esque decor, twin grand staircases, on the left and right sides of the house.
