Shane’s POV.
“WHERE THE f**k IS GODDARD!” I roar as I storm through the diner towards the cellar. I pull the door open and walk down the steps. My boots heavy with each step. Women sob and scream, hiding in the corners of their cages. I move past them all and make my way to where my father is.
“Well, look who it is. The traitor that I used to call son. What, Goddard running away?” My father chuckles as he stands and steps towards the bars. I take a step back, knowing he could reach me through the bars if he wanted to.
“Shut it. Your time will come soon enough, old man.” I say and he laughs as he leans lazily against the bars. His arms resting above his head as he faces me, looking down at me, just like he always did.
“Keep telling yourself that, Shane. Face it, your whole operation is
