Chapter 125: You Want to play, Let play
Philip sat at his desk, smug... until the TV flickered.
Breaking News.
"Several key figures tied to convicted criminal Philip Shepherd were arrested or hospitalized this morning after what authorities are calling ’coordinated vigilantism."
His smile faded. A guard rushed in.
"Inmate Shepherd. You have a visitor." Philip stood, confused. "Who the hell—" But when he stepped into the visitation room, all four brothers stood there.
In suits. Silent. Deadly.
Steve leaned in.
"Even in a prison cell, you still manage to pull such stuns." Philip looks more deadly than they did, his hand in his pocket even when he didn’t say anything to them.
"Guards!" he yells. "We are done here," He said walking back to his cell, looking at the guard’s demeanor it was as if he was afraid of him, the brothers noticed he ran the prison even the officers were afraid of him. The brother’s deadly look turns to something else anger frustration helplessness all wrapped together.
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Rain fell in soft waves over the hills, painting everything in muted greys and silence. The chapel was small, wooden, and old—but it was beautiful.