Vander's plan had been for naught. He was supposed to go with the enforcers to turn himself in, not have himself facing Silco once more. The scarred man was back and more powerful than ever. The men Silco had by his side were powerful, even more powerful than a group of enforcers, himself, and even Benzo, who had all died in front of his eyes.

Vander was lost in his own head as he was forced against a metal chair. Large clamps were secured over his wrists and ankles, his head lulled to the side. The bruising across the side of his head and eye were more prominent now. He wasn't the man he was in the past anymore.

His head continued to throb from the large blow he took, his vision and head spinning. Even if he hadn't moved, it still continued to leave a faint stinging. Silco's words continued to echo through his head. He had betrayed the man before and now it was time for his revenge.