Chapter 16
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CHAPTER 16.
ZERO
When I heard her scream, something happened to me. It's like a switch suddenly went off inside me.
"What are you----" Morris didn't finish as I rushed out of the door and fired two shots at Gary.
But the bastard was able to get a shot at me. My shoulder burned as the bullet stuck in it.
Fuck, yeah! I fucking got him on the forehead.
I walked straight to the bastard who has fallen convulsing to the ground and I stared at him.
"For the first time in your shitty life, you look great. With two bullet stuck in your forehead like this, I can almost see you being a fucking model." I stated as I walked past him.
"Yeah, the shithole can only model dry balls." Morris spit at his lifeless form as he followed me down the hall.
"Calm down, man. We----"
I cut him off as I dragged him by the shoulders and shoved him to the nearest wall. "You give me fucking lectures right now, I'm so gonna blow your motherfucking brains off."
"Okay, okay, okay...." He raised his hands in surrender, "I'm at your fucking side, you asshole."
I shoved past him and headed down the hall. My only thoughts was to get to Lani.
Bastards has hurt her. All bastards will die.
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Five Minutes Later
After so many gunshots and ruthless killing, I finally saw her holed up in a fucking dirty room, tied up in a chair.
She looks so fucking out of place in this dirty dark place. She was unconscious and all bruised up. And almost naked.
My shoulder blades vibrated in anger. I took a step closer to her.
"Look who finally turned in." Came a deep voice I recognized instantly to be Valerie.
Cocksucking bastard.
He came up behind me and even without turning, instinctively, I know he has a fucking gun to my head.
"I'm going to kill you today, Valerie." I told him cooly.
He tsked behind me and cocked the gun he had at the back of my head. "You're the only motherfucker that still makes threats even with a gun to his fucking head."
I took a deep breath and turned to face him so that the gun was pointing right to my forehead.
"You should know me by now, Valerie. I don't make threats. I make promises." Immediately I had the words outta my mouth, my hands shot up like lightening and shoved at the gun he was pointing at me.
The gun fired to the wall. I caught his hand and twisted hard. The sound of bones cracking filled the air, followed by his howl of pain.
With the bones shattered, I took the gun from him and threw it away. Out of the corner of my eyes, I heard Lani whimpering as Morris attended to her, saying soothing words.
"You broke my fucking hand!" Valerie shouted out.
"Break his damn balls too!" Morris shouted behind me.
I ignored and stared at the feast in front of me. "I've always wanted to do this. Always. You know, I've got plans on how you die, Valeria. A bullet has nothing to do with that plan."
As fast as light, I shot my hand into my jean, withdrew a small grenade and shoved it into his mouth. Then, I lifted his struggling and screaming form up to the ceiling and stomped towards the window. I stared down at the eight storey building.
"What are you----AAAAAAH!!!"
He shouted as I threw him down from the window. I watched as his body dove down and down and down.
His body landed on the ground and the bomb inside him detonated. The noise caused Lani to scream weakly and burrow deeper to Morris who was holding her in his arms.
The sight didn't sit well with the beasts in me.
The burn in my shoulder reminde dme that I harbor a fucking bullet there but I ignored the burn.
I walked towards them and took Lani from him. "You were shot!" He groaned.
"No shit, motherfucker." Why'll he state the fucking obvious anyway.
With a sweep of my eyes, I took in her bruises and state of undress. Her bruises aren't deep, and there's no scar. They'll fade in a few days.
Morris donated his shirt and I wrapped her in it. The way she wrapped her arms around my neck and whimpered with her eyes closed, calmed me a bit.
Under Morris urging for us to get out of there before the others comes, I made my way out of the warehouse with Lani in my arms. We got into the car and I carried her in my arms as Morris drove the car.
Occasionally the bastard will turn and stare at me questioningly and worriedly.
He has the same question that's been prickling my damn chest and raising the head of all the beasts inside of me.
Did those bastards rape her? Did they defile her body?
I stared down at her all through the drive away from the warehouse. I had a huge frown on my face as I took in her unconscious face and her bruised chin.
"I will kill Felaray." I stated matter-of-factly then. "I will kill him and if the boss protests, I will kill him too. There will be a bloodbath and I will start with miaming that cocksucker Felaray."
I half-expected Morris to start his fucking preaching about using the upper brain but apparently, the bastard is as angry as I am.
"I'm solely behind you on this, man. She didn't deserve any of this." He said flatly as he drove.
We drove long and hard for hours. My shoulder throbbed where I've been shot and blood soaked the piece of shirt I used to tie it.
Finally, Morris asked. "Where are we going?"
I stared at the little bundle in my arms. "Somewhere safe. Her safety comes first now."
"The safety of the both of you. That asshole Felaray will send more thugs towards you. Hell, the boss might even send men to kill you at this stage."
"Let them come. I ain't priority. She is. Any shitbag that thinks he can take on me is free to come."
Silence.
Morris took a deep breath. "Will my life still be on the line if I say your black heart has given itself to this girl?"
I stared at the girl in question. She slept peacefully in my arms as I watched the rise and fall of her chest.
"I'll murder you in your sleep if you ever say shit like that again." I answered flatly.
