The Crime Lord

Son Of Devil

(Axton's POV)

"Hit Him! HIT HIM! "

Cheers rang out from the dining room at Northin prison, a prison where heavyweight criminals hid. They supported me when I was involved in a fight fists on the dining table. The other three people had already fallen to the floor with their faces covered in blood. By the way, my name is Axton David Gladwin and the man in front of me, is Klavir Beneth Arcanic, both of us are the most feared person in this prison. But if given a choice, they actually told that i indeed the number one person who has never been touched by anyone. For some reason, Klavir is easily looking for trouble this day with me, the man who called as the Devil's son.

"Come on, our son of the devil, just beat that loser, Klavir! We want to see his face shattered!" shouted one in the crowd.

I really don't like to looking for trouble, I still wore a calm face. Even so, my hands were ready to smack back against Klavir's battered face to make it even more crushed.

"Let's go! Why are you silent? Just admit that you are a loser and lose! You can only kill an innocent, weak woman. HA HA HA!"

But, i think Klavir was too much to provoke my anger and he uttered a sentence that made me really want to kill him. As I always did, without saying much, a punch flew across Klavir's face.

BRUK!

The blow succeeded in making Klavir bounce. He shouldn't have underestimated my power, who was already famous for mys death punch. Blood splattered on the floor, Klavir's head hit the floor quite hard, and several people immediately reported it to the guards to explain what had happened. Actually, some were happy because Klavir was a very annoying person and often acted arbitrarily towards other inmates, but the blood that flowed was enough that they were afraid if something bad happened to Klavir.

Prit!

The sound of a whistle rang out loudly to break the commotion that was going on. Five officers came running in and shouted, "STOP IT!"

I was still standing on the table with a straight face. I had no regrets at all and looked at Klavir's already helpless body casually. Several people who had also fallen on the floor started to get up and sit down, holding their battered faces.

"WHO DID ALL THIS SHIT?"

Everyone was silent. They immediately lowered their heads. Of course, the officers knew that it was my fault, but they deliberately didn't accuse me directly because they know who I am, who was a former member of a well-known cartel in Italy, D'Angelo and it was really terrible.

"It's me! I beat up that bastard, sir." I said it clearly, I looked everyone made weird expression on their face. i don't know why, maybe they assume that I will punch that officers too.

One of the tall officers then pointed his wand at me and said, "DOWN!"

I quickly got off the dining table and stood facing the warden firmly. I didn't flinch at all. Even if I had to feel locked up in a tiny dark cell, I would be well prepared. For me, there is nothing more important than giving lessons to those who have behaved impudently, let alone bringing my late beloved wife.

PLAK!

This was the first time a warden officer had dared to touch my face in the dozen years I had been in prison.However, I wasn't the type of arrogant person who wanted to avenge his actions. I just kept quiet and accepted it all.

"Stop being the one who always feels on top! Remember! You are the same as those here! You are both criminals currently serving time!" concluded the officer firmly and loudly.

There were faint whispers from the other inmates. They thought the action taken by the officer named Henry was very brave. Even his four colleagues who were standing with the victims of my fight were wide-eyed. Henry was indeed a warden who had just been transferred from America. Maybe he thought I wasn't too dangerous, he didn't realize he was dealing with a sleeping wild tiger.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, sir. I was only provoked by Klavir's words, which were not true and outrageous. You can ask the others. They were the ones who started to harass me," I said calmly.

Henry gave a crooked smile, then he took the handcuffs out of the back pocket of his pants and put them on my hands.

"Whatever the reason, you have already caused a ruckus in this prison. Remember everything! You guys are the most dangerous people in all of Italy. You are just prisoners! Don't assume that you are the greatest person! I will never be afraid of you. Espescially with someone who murderer of an innocent wife."

The fire that was extinguished was rekindled. It looks like he really wants a punch from me. Of course, without thinking anything, I immediately raised my hands towards Henry's face.

BROK!

In a minute, Henry fell, clutching his face. Unfortunately, Henry didn't stop, but instead insulted me even more.

"You f***in' idiot! You are a murderer, you are a coward, you are an idiot! Don't think I'm sca---. "

The sentence came to a halt as my foot hit Henry's chest firmly. Henry's face immediately turned red. I bent down and swung my handcuffed hands back at Henry. I couldn't stop my anger. I saw Henry as a cockroach bothering me.

Seeing what i am doing to Henry, the four co-workers immediately pulled Henry's body, which was already weak and covered in blood. Regarding the incident, I was immediately brought before the prison head.

Myself was still calm, no worries on my face and I kept my anger on the other side, especially only for Henry. I looked at the warden's eyes casually without the slightest anger.

"Axton David Gladwin, what do you want now?" asked the warden, named Alberto Valentino.

I cracked a crooked smile and replied, "Catch D'Angelo, that's what I want."

"I'm not talking about your grudge, I just want to know why you were so easy and ruthless in hitting them. I mean, you've been in this prison for thirteen years. You should understand that it's easier to control your emotions. Why are you looking for trouble? Do you want additional punishment?"

The head warden looked intently at me. Alberto is the person in this prison who cares the most about me, and for good reason, when I was still in the D'Angelo cartel, I saved him from a car accident. Alberto certainly didn't forget this. When I was sent to this prison, Alberto immediately tried his best to help me.

"I don't care about my life anymore, let's say even if I get an extra twenty years. I don't really f***in' care, Alberto. Everything is gone, my wife and my daughter, they are no longer there to keep accompany me!" I said with an angry look.

Alberto understood how broken my heart was when I saw my wife had to die in my own hands because of an accident. At first, I only wanted to shoot D'Angello, the leader of my cartel as well as the person who was my wife's mistress, but my wife blocked the bullet that was about to launch into D'Angelo's body. Bad things happened. My lovely wife had to die instantly due to a bullet that went into her heart.

Meanwhile, my daughter was also shot dead by D'Angelo, three years ago for refusing an invitation from D'Angelo to join their cartel. Sometimes, i really want to kill myself and leave this damn world. i still lowered my head, all the words I had heard playing in my head. Anger doesn't just go away.

"Okay, Axton, whatever you want right now, I've decided what's best for you. I will transfer you to Rebibbia Prison. You will be calm there. Everyone will definitely not dare to fight you. I'm just trying to help you. I don't support evil, but... your revenge may be better to be avenged, but it won't work if you keep committing offenses here. People will definitely get angry and protest at you if you just let it go. Understand?"

The words that came out of Alberto's mouth slightly calmed my heart. My desire to avenge D'Angelo rekindled. I, then nodded my head slowly.

Seeing my attitude of agreeing to his suggestion, Alberto smiled and said, "Great! Tomorrow you will immediately go to Rebibbia. Remember what I said, live out the rest of your punishment well and remember that your revenge must be fully paid for."