Chapter 35

LEILANI.

"Oh God. I know I have sinned against you. I'm so ashamed to knell before you because I'm living in sin. Zavier is a man that bathes in sin. I know it's so selfish of me to still come and beg for this, but you are my only refuge. I don't know any other God or man." I said after two hours of kneeling and praying.

"Please, protect him. Save him and Morris. If it's too much for him, send him help. Please, bring them back safely." I spoke more words of prayer, the sound of the ticking clock was loud in the night.

I lost count of how much time that passed as I prayed. Eventually, I fell asleep kneeling there, with my upper body resting on the bed and in the middle of a worship song.

ZAVIER [Zero]

Felaray's men surrounded me. I blinked hard to see clearly. Damned bastard just ambushed us.

"Fvck, this corny bastard has us outnumbered." Morris grunted.

"Yeah." I said simply just staring at them as they got closer.

"What we gonna do, now? You asshole had to go get yourself all bruised and wounded." Morris coughed out blood, wheezing badly.

"You ready to say your last fvcking prayer, Killer Machine?" Felaray drawled as he got closer.

I just watched him, saying no word at all.

"You should be the prick with his hands knotted together in prayers, Bastard. Not that it'll do any good. Damned heavens will feel insulted you came calling." Morris shot at him.

"Heavens, not damn heavens." I found myself correcting him automatically.

His bloody brow shot up. "Wait, did that shit just come from you?"

I smacked him on the head without looking away from Felaray. My arms hurt like the very devils.

"Wow. You holding out on me, bitch. Since when do you become the damned preacher of goodness?" Morris persisted, a smirk on his bloody face.

I smacked him again. "Get serious for once in your life, Morris. We're about to die here."

"There's no law that says we can't die with a fvcking smile on our faces and our middle finger up in the goddamn air, telling this cockshit to fvck himself as we take our last breath." He directed with a grin at an angry Felaray.

I raised my hand to smack him again but he dodged and smacked me instead.

"The both of you think this is supposed to be fvcking funny!?" Felaray barked and his men cocked their guns.

"Tell me, where is that cuπt you promised me, Zero?" He drawled.

"Tell me, Felaray. Are you aware that you're going to die by my hands today?" I asked instead. I've asked him this before but the bastard hasn't answered me.

He chuckled like the lunatic he is. "Coming from a man that's at the very fvcking blink of death? Un-fucking-believable."

"Hey, that's cheating! We agreed I get to kill him!" Morris grunted as more blood sipped from the wound on his neck.

I stared at Morris and know that we don't have time. I'm almost too dizzy and he has lost a great deal of blood.

I shot into action.

With swift movements, I shot my hands into my pocket and withdrew a grenade and a smoke-bomb.

I threw the smoke-bomb first and white smoke spread out everywhere, shielding every goddamn view.

They can't see us, we can't see them.

"Fvck!!" Felaray shouted, "Shoot the---em!!" He could barely finish the words before he was coughing uncontrollably.

His men started shooting at where we were before, but we're already on the move. The smoke was too much to our damaged lungs, but it's not the first time fvcking Morris and I found ourselves in this situation.

I managed to drag him out through the backdoor before he let out a round of bad cough that shook him badly.

"Hang in there, Morris. You're doing well, asshole, you're doing well." I consoled softly as we moved.

That he didn't reply or tease shows how bad it's getting for him. And me too. I know I took another bullet in the leg.

"There they are!!" Voices sounded behind us.

We've been found, and at this rate, I know there's not much I can do anymore.

I will die here today, I came to the fvcking realization as I turned to face them. No big-fvcking-deal.

But I'm taking as many of them as I can with me.

That decided, I started forward towards them, but instantly, my attention was drawn not to them but to the newcomer who was climbing in from the balcony rails with two guns raised.

The newcomer was clothed in black hood, so no one would know who he is, no one can see his face.

I expected for him to fight us too, but he jumped in front of me and started shooting at Felaray's men.

What the fvck is happening? I asked myself, even as I took Morris and continued dragging him out of the warzone building.

"Who is that?" Morris groaned as we reached the stairs.

I turned and stared back. The newcomer has killed ALL of Felaray's men.

I was about to open my lips and tell Morris the goddamn truth that I don't have any fvcking idea, when the hooded motherfvcker rushed one of Felaray's men standing, grabbed onto his head and twitched it to the back.

The cracking sound of his savagery was loud in the air. And the man died instantly.

I knew him almost immediately.

"No fvcking way." I breathed, turning to take Morris down the stairs.

"Who's the asshole that thinks he's got the right and the goddamn swag to barge into our fight like that?" Morris hissed.

"It's Slaughter."

Morris stopped so suddenly, we would have fallen if I didn't anticipate the move. "Holy shit, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍!?

"The very same." I stated gruffly, shaking my head once to rid the dizziness.

"Wow. This is a fvcking miracle. Bastard chose the best fvcking timing in the whole damn world."

"Yeah, it's a miracle." It made me wonder how the hell this miracle is happening for me.

Slaughter is Dragona's assassin. Dragona the crimelord Felaray sold his daughter for slavery and he's out to get Felaray's head. The same reason the prick Felaray is hiding in Santa-Orion.

Dragona found the bastard after all.

Slaughter is a damn badass. I think he's the only bastard that has the fvcking qualification it takes to get an apartment opposite me in hell.

I dragged us down the stairs while Slaughter slaughtered his way down the stairs and climbing.

The trail of blood the asshole is leaving is enough to start a fvcking River Nile.

Serves that bastard Felaray right. Slaughter came at the right. damn. time.

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When we made it out, I singled out one of the damn cars and helped Morris get into it.

Seeing that he's safely inside, I walked to the back of the car and brought out my backpack I hid there and took it to him.

He opened his eyes a bit and saw the way I was rampaging into the backpack.

"What are you lo-oking for?" He gritted the words out.

"G and P."

"Gabapentin and Pregabalin?" Morris was livid, "You're a bad bastard for coming here with the damn pain destroyers all this fvcking while and allowing us to suffer anyway."

"Forgot it in the damn backpack." I answered simply.

Opening the pain-drug bottle, I drank half of the drug and gave the rest to Morris who downed the content in one go.

Knowing that the pain from the fvcking wounds will start reducing soon because of the pain med, I took out new bullets and filled my guns.

"Felaray is mine, not Slaughter's." I stated flatly.

"That bastard was mine first. But I'll let you take my goddamn glory. Better you than that bloodsucker Slaughter." Morris groaned in pain.

I cocked my gun and patted his shoulder. "I'll be back."

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