Rise Of The Disgraced Heir

A guard dragged Manuel out of his cell and threw him on the ground.

Manuel was already bruised and bloody from his earlier encounter with the guards and could barely sit up.

It seemed that it took all of his energy to stand up to Ian earlier as he heard his sister pleading and begging in the cell next door.

Ian grinned as he thought of Manuel's weakness, no matter how annoying his sister was, it seemed Manuel truly cared for her.

"I hope Camilla is having the guards beat Mica up." Ian said with a laugh as he walked closer to Manuel. "Aren't you curious as to what my friend is doing to your sister?"

"Don't you dare touch her!" Manuel shouted. "You're in over your head here Ian. I swear if I get out of this fucking place you are all dead!" 

"Maybe you should think really well about who has the upper hand here." John said as he took a seat and observed what Ian was planning. "Clearly, you didn't do your research."

"You are all so dead when dad hears about this!" Manuel screamed. "One of our clients works closely with the Reyes Group! They will help us and the owner if this place will fall!" 

Ian couldn't help but laugh. Manuel was threatening employees of the Reyes Family with the Reyes Group. Maybe if he knew who he was talking to he would back down.

"What are you planning Ian?" Leon asked. "I see a mischievous glint in your eyes." 

"It's nothing. It's news that can wait." Ian said with a grin. 

He wanted Manuel to suffer then feel like he had won before finally truly taking him down. He wanted Manuel to feel what it was like to lose everyone and everything.

Manuel was going to suffer a fate much worse than what he threatened Ian with.

Ian wasn't a forgiving person, he wasn't magnanimous and he held grudges. 

He had lived most of his life fueled by his desire to get back what his family had lost and to get revenge on the people that pushed them down.

Ian watched as Manuel tried to get up, pushing himself against the ground. He laughed at the sight.

"And here I thought you were strong? I thought you were going to attack me earlier. I guess you aren't even strong enough to protect your sister." Ian said as he watched anger burn in Manuel's eyes at the mention of his sister.

"Is all you can do call for your daddy?" Ian said with a chuckle. "At this point I might start to think that he is your sugar daddy and not your real dad."

Ian's statement seemed to make Manuel snap as he charged at Ian, his fists ready to punch the other man.

As Ian prepared to avoid Manuel and punch the other man back, Manuel was suddenly thrown to the ground as Leon punched him in the gut.

"I was going to take that shot." Ian groaned as he walked over to Manuel. 

"You were cutting it too close for comfort, I couldn't let you risk it." Leon said with a shrug as Ian sighed.

"Hmmm." John said as he looked at Ian quite curiously. "Who knew that silent and charming Ian had this side to him? I was about to peg you as one of them?"

"One of them?" Ian asked as he lifted Manuel up. 

"Those men that insist on getting vengeance but don't want to get their hands dirty." John said with a shrug. "Clearly I read you wrong."

"There is always more than meets the eyes." Ian said with a grin.

"That charming young man is just a facade?" John asked.

"Depends who I'm with." Ian said plainly.

"Drag him and tie him to a chair." Ian ordered two guards. Both men quickly walked up to Ian and dragged Manuel away.

"Get me a bucket of ice cold water." Leon ordered as he noticed Manuel fading in and out from the pain.

"He has only known the good life." Ian explained. "Anything more than a punch is extreme pain for him."

"Well, I don't think you would enjoy him fainting in the middle of this." Leon said with a grin as some guards came back with the water he had asked for.

"Pour it on him." Ian ordered.

The men nodded and scrambled to do what was asked, clearly they wanted to make a good impression on these three men.

As soon as the cold water hit Manuel, the man jolted up as he pulled against his restraints.

"Enough, enough!" Manuel began to plead, changing his tone.

"I don't think you've had enough, we've only used our fists." Ian said as he shook his head.

"Please, I can't. I can't take -" Manuel began to beg.

Before Manuel could even finish what he was saying, Ian's fist came into contact with his stomach, cutting Manuel off mid sentence.

"Take his shirt off." Ian ordered.

The guards quickly sprang into action as they stripped Manuel. 

"Ah, such a waste." Ian said as he looked at Manuel's shirt. He knew it was a limited edition shirt that even Manuel valued.

It was clear that they had come to Solair Tower with the plan of impressing the people that lived there.

"Hold the shirt up in front of me." Ian ordered the guard.

The man did as Ian asked and stood in between Ian and Manuel.

"Such a waste." Ian said as he shook his head again.

"You can have it. All you need to do is wash it and it's good as new. That shirt will fetch a good price in the resale market. It's a limited edition so the prices have probably gone up." Manuel told Ian as he frantically tried to bargain.

"I'm not interested in this shirt." Ian told Manuel as he looked the other man in the eyes. "As a matter of fact I think it's incredibly ugly." 

"Then let me keep it." Manuel said.

"Nope." Ian told Manuel as he took something out of his pocket. "I think the world deserves to see this shirt go." 

With that Ian lit his lighter and placed it directly under the shirt.

"Please no, that's on loan, it's not mine, please!" Manuel began to panic as the flame got closer to the shirt.

"Oh, then you just need to pay the person back." Ian said as he lifted the lighter a little bit higher.

"No, he can't be paid, he won't accept payment, please don't." Manuel said as he began to panic.

"I thought you wanted to give it to me earlier, now you're telling me you can't pay the person you borrowed this shirt from. What is it really?" Ian asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Please, no, don't he's from the mafia! I can't cross him!" Manuel begged.

"Oh, too bad, I guess you'll just need to explain things to him then." Ian said with a grin as he let the flame touch the shirt.

It quickly caught on fire as Manuel began to scream and curse at Ian.

Ian couldn't help but revel in his pain.

"You fucking asshole! He will come after us now!" Manuel shouted as the burning shirt dropped to the floor.

"Ugh, so loud." Ian said as he rolled his eyes at Manuel. 

He walked over and grinned at the man before him.

"I really don't care who you borrowed it from.." With that Ian kicked Manuel on the chest, making the chair and Manuel fall backward.