After getting locked I realized one thing that Alpha Rambo was a bastard.

I snarled at the empty cell that I was locked in. It seemed like a dungeon, filled with darkness, and cold damp air clung to me. Small beams of light were also coming from the lamps somewhere.

I was frustrated, and that was an understatement,

Alpha Rambo was going to regret this. He locked me in a cell on the basis of a false accusation and for what?

For a son, he doesn’t even care.

Ryan was there and he didn’t even speak a word for me. Frustration was bubbling up in blood, I wanted to scream,...