Chapter 6
Richard wasn’t happy that he’d been arrested.
He’d had money on him and thought that they were just doing this to piss him off.
Well, he was taking names, and when he had his money, he was going to make sure that they understood that he was the one making the rules, and they were going to follow them.
He really was remembering names so that when he was in charge, he could make them pay.
And pay they would. When he’d been in prison, he’d been so high up on the food chain that whenever he wanted something done, they didn’t ask him how he wanted it to happen, but when he wanted it done.
Now was going to be no different. And if his daughter thought that he was going to put up with her shit, then she’d better be rethinking her life choices.
He was going to be in charge, and there wasn’t shit she could do about it.
“Dick, you have a visitor. And since you’ve been put on cell watch, then you’ll have to talk to them here.
” He asked what that meant. “When you threaten the officers here, you pay the price. Now they’ll be down in a minute.
I’m to warn you too that you’re being recorded with both verbal as well as actions.
So watch what you say or not. I don’t really care. ”
He was another one who was going to pay for this bull shit.
He didn’t even understand why he was in jail when all he’d done was try to find where his daughter lived.
No one was cooperating with him on the outside nor inside the jail, and that was going to change, too.
He might even decide to run for mayor of this little town, and then they’d see who was in charge.
He was, and there wasn’t going to be shit that anyone could do about it.
He looked up when a man and a woman stood in front of his cell.
“Am I supposed to be impressed that you’re here? I don’t know who you are, so get on with whatever you’re going to say and get out. I have plans to make.” The woman laughed and told him that she was Sharon Valley. “So? Is that supposed to mean something to me? Well, it doesn’t.”
“I’m your daughter, moron.” He stood up and told her to come closer to the cell doors.
“I don’t think so. I like where I am right now.
Out of your reach. What is it you think you’re going to get by coming here and demanding to see me?
Nothing as of right now.” He said that he wanted her money. “No.”
“What do you mean, no? I’m your father, and I should be able to order you around as much as you need to be.
And if I think you need to have a pop to the head, then you’ll take that too.
” She just stared at him without saying a word.
But it was the smile on her face that pissed him off the most. “What do you have to say for yourself? You’re to have respect for me and do what I tell you. ”
“I said no. I’m not going to give you any money, nor am I going to give you the opportunity to do anything to me. I’m a grown woman who has her own ways, and you’re nothing to me.” He said that he was her father. “Only because you were the sperm donor who created me. You’re nothing to me.”
When she turned to walk away, he told her to get back here. He looked at the man who was still standing there without saying a word. Asking him what he was looking at, he laughed a little.
“I’m imagining you in your casket with your throat ripped out.
I’ll do it too.” He stepped closer to the bars, and Richard felt his cock shrink to nearly nothing.
When he put his hand on the bar, and it morphed into a great paw, he laughed.
It wasn’t a humorous kind of laughter, but more like he was a little insane.
“You so much as touch the ground that she has walked on, and I’ll tear your throat out without a second thought.
And no one would care at all that you’re dead. Especially not Sharon.”
Long after he left him standing there, Richard stood near the bars and thought of nothing.
His mind was still on the fact that he really was a wolf and that he’d just threatened him.
There was shit that he could do about it; he knew that the police would be on the other man’s side, but it scared him not just a little that he’d be able to do what he said, and he’d be dead.
Not just dead, but he had a feeling that he’d suffer badly too.
When his meal was brought to him, he was still standing at the bars.
He didn’t have any idea how long he’d been standing there, but his knees were cramping up, and his body felt like it had a rod up his spine.
Sitting down on his cot, he didn’t bother with complaining about his meal.
He was just glad to have something else to focus on rather than the fact that all the rumors around the man were true.
He really was a monster. And a badassed one too.
After his dinner tray was taken away, he still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he’d been threatened.
Not that he didn’t believe that the man would do as he said, but that he’d actually threatened him, of all people.
And he’d gotten away with it, too. There was no doubt in his mind that the police wouldn’t back him up if it came down to it.
So he’d be fucked either way if he were to complain about it.
Every time he closed his eyes, he could see the paw while it was there.
It wasn’t a small one either, but a great paw like you’d see in the zoo or something.
And the fact that he’d only had to do it the one time to scare him also made him pissed off.
Why would he care, he told himself, if the man could make himself into a wolf? He didn’t, that’s what.
The more he convinced himself that he had nothing to worry about, the more he thought about the paw.
He just couldn’t seem to get it out of his head that he’d been hearing all those talks about the man, and they turned out to be true.
He had to wonder if the fact that he’d heard other rumors might be true, too, like the one that he could take your blood and read your mind.
That was something that scared him more than the paw did. Richard liked having secrets.
Looking at his hand, he could see the marks on it.
There were little places where there was blood, and he tried to remember if he’d taken any blood from the wounds.
No, he kept telling himself. There was no way that he would have missed him doing that and put his hand down.
He no longer wanted to look at the paw prints on his hand.
Closing his eyes again, he could see the paw and wondered if the rest of him as a wolf was big.
He’d never seen a wolf up close before. Big dogs but never a wolf.
Now here he was related to one, and there wasn’t much he could do about it.
Richard wondered too if his teeth were as big as he had imagined them to be.
Shivering once, he sat up on the side of the bed and looked around the dark room.
Everywhere he looked, he could see those shining eyes glaring back at him, and it made his chest hurt a bit.
Christ, he’d been scared. He still was, but he’d admit that to no one but himself.
Getting up to go to the room’s only source of light, he watched the clouds move over the moon.
It was just a night like this that he’d been arrested and sent to prison.
Dark and gloomy, the clouds darkening the sky.
He sometimes thought about that night and wondered how he’d been caught.
He’d been really good at covering his tracks.
He just knew it had been his wife who had turned him in.
Fat lot of good it had done her if she’d been the one.
She’d spent time in prison herself and hadn’t gotten out any earlier than he had.
Or had she? He didn’t know precisely when she’d gotten out.
They’d been in different prisons. He’d have to check into that as soon as he got someplace to look on a computer.
While he didn’t much care for the machines, he knew that they had their usefulness.
He’d use them, but only when he had no one around him to make fun of the way he one finger typed.
Or that he had to rely on spell check in order for him to get a word right.
His spelling was atrocious, and he knew it.
But then he’d never graduated from high school, getting out when he’d been a freshman the second time.
His life had been hellish when he’d been a kid.
His parents were both in the church so much that they were rarely home.
He’d have to go at least several times a week to be a part of the church, but he didn’t care for it.
Just like other organizations, there were just too many rules that had to be followed in order not to get into trouble.
He was forever in trouble when he was there.
Finally, his mother had taken him aside and told him that since he wasn’t going to cooperate with the church, he’d been in trouble just that morning for questioning the pastor about the existence of god, he’d have to leave their home.
No amount of trying to convince her would do any good either.
So at seventeen, he was kicked to the curb with a hundred dollars and his clothing in a backpack. He’d never seen them again.