He Forced My Parents to Death 15 Years Ago-Now I Let Him Go To Prison Fate Chapter 02
It didn’t take long before the entire faculty and student body complained collectively about Sikes’s construction crew.
I took Chloe and headed to the building site.
The stench hit us before we got close.
A few workers in stained T-shirts were struggling to unload a truck full of rusted, secondhand kitchen equipment.
I frowned, walked straight up to them, and told everyone to stop.
The workers looked at each other, confused.
Dale had been standing off to the side, smoking and watching. His face darkened when he heard me call a halt.
I pointed at the reeking old stove units. “Mr. Sikes, these are the premium imported fixtures you were bragging about?”
“The contract clearly says substandard equipment won’t pass inspection. You won’t get a signature from the school. And you won’t get paid.”
Dale threw his cigarette to the ground and ground it out with his heel.
To a man like him, looking weak wasn’t an option. Calling him out in front of his crew for using cheap materials was a direct humiliation.
He jabbed a finger at me again. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that? You think I can’t afford the good stuff?”
“Fine. You want to see real money?” He pulled out his phone and called his supplier.
“Yeah. I need your top-of-the-line commercial stoves. The ones you have to knock out a wall to install. I don’t care what it costs. Get them here this afternoon.”
He hung up and shot me a smug look.
I knew exactly what he’d just done. Those built-in units would cost him at least a hundred grand extra. Add yesterday’s doubled deposit, and he was already running on fumes.
Odds were he’d had to borrow from a loan shark.
But the new equipment was enormous. The existing kitchen space wouldn’t fit it.
Dale looked around, his eyes landing on a row of student study lounges next to the cafeteria.
He waved his hand like a gang boss ordering a hit. “Get the bulldozer over there. Tear those rooms down.”
The machine rumbled to life and rolled straight toward the study lounges.
There were students inside, studying.
I ran forward and planted myself in front of the bulldozer’s blade, arms spread wide. “Are you insane? That’s student property! You don’t have the authority to demolish school buildings!”
Dale cursed and stormed toward me.
He grabbed me by the hair and yanked. I lost my balance and hit the gravel hard.
Sharp stones shredded my palms, blood welling up from a gash. My lanyard snapped, and my ID badge fell into a puddle of muddy water.
My palms stung like fire. Before I could get up, Sikes planted his foot on my arm and ground down. Pain shot through my bones.
He spat onto my badge. “This is my territory now. You’re nothing but a guard dog.”
Chloe ran over, shoved him off me, and helped me up, her eyes red. Seeing my bloody hands, she shook with fury.
“You think having money makes you better than everyone? This is a school, not a bar. We’re calling the cops. You and your junk can both get the hell out of here.”
Dale laughed like she’d told the funniest joke he’d ever heard.
He pulled a stack of hundred-dollar bills from his bag and patted Chloe’s cheek with it.
“Let me teach you something, sweetheart. Money means I can step on broke bitches like you and call it a day.”
“I’ve been running this town since you were still sucking on your momma’s tit.”
He blew smoke in our faces. “I’ve walked away from bodies before. You think I’m scared of you calling the cops over a couple of walls?”
He was bragging about driving my parents to their deaths like it was a trophy. I dug my nails into my bleeding palms.
Dale turned and shouted at the bulldozer operator. “Tear it down. Anybody gets in the way, you run them over too. I’ll cover the funeral costs.”
The giant blade smashed into the study lounge wall.
Glass shattered everywhere. Dust and debris rained down. Students screamed and ran out, trembling.
Chloe was shaking with rage. She pressed a tissue against my bleeding hand and said through clenched teeth, “He’s insane. I’ll get the students out of here. You go find Principal Hammond.”
