ADX Florence, by far one of the most secure if not, the most secure institute in America. They say whoever's unfortunate enough to be sent there never sees the sun, not anymore.

Home to 400 male prisoners, including the guy that killed my dad - Hugo Russo. Poor bastards locked up maximum security, for a good reason to.

They say the place is impossible to break out of. Prisoners who are kept there stay in their cells for an entire 20 hours, the other four for their designated rec and eating cycles.

Colorado from Connecticut was no easy task. If I said I walked the entire 1,919 miles I'd be lying. But then again, that's what planes are for.

I planned it all out, in and out, avenge my godforsaken dad, and get out. Leave a bullet, and most likely be shot at by a lot more.

Breaking in was the easy part. Avoiding the armed guards and blocking the cameras? Simple. But came the hard part.

There he stood, standing over the minuscule murderer. The man who ordered the hit on Will’s father stood right there, cowering.

In his left hand, Will cradled a simple .45. Pointed directly at the gang leaders bald head. And his finger, pressed against the trigger, shaking.

For a moment, Will just stood there silent as the night. If he was going to finally pull the trigger, he was going to have to get out quick. But that was only a matter if.

“P-please. I have a family” Russo spoke, trembling over his very words. Though the leaders plead for mercy did the exact opposite of what it should've done. Instead, it fueled.

“I did too.”