Chapter 5. His greatest foe

Almost thirty minutes have gone by since I ordered Oliver to assist Adeleine. That woman is unbelievable. The fact she entrusted her life to me is the most unforeseen thing I've ever encountered. Now I'm fucking accountable for her safety. 

I must admit that the moment I first looked at her, I glimmered something unfathomable. She's just so damn beautiful. Her beauty is different than all the other women I've known. However, judging the scenario earlier proved her life in the hands of her husband was in dire straits. Unfortunately, I knew our encounter would soon end because my life was not a game. I have a cruel fate, and someone like her doesn't deserve to be part of it. I need to send her to a safe place as soon as possible to ensure she will not be involved in any danger.

For now, I have a grave job, and this is paramount.

I was standing in front of the man who murdered the former president of Viasco Corporation, Macario Alejo— the man who has done so many good things for me and the whole town. Macario became a father figure to me when I lost everything and trained me to survive, especially in those days when demise was inevitable. He gave me a purpose when I was nothing but rubbish in the eyes of many, but now he's gone because this man in front of me betrayed us all. His name is Fredrin Harrington. He was once our ally, but his greed blinded him and made him commit such a horrendous thing just for his selfish gain.

He was sitting in a chair with an ugly scar on his face that went from ear to chin. The stain of blood seeped into his white shirt, and he had a huge gash on his right cheekbone while his hands and feet were tied down with thick rope. His hair was disheveled with glassy eyes from weariness.

With my burning gaze at him, I ambled to the right corner where the long table was set up. In it are two bottles of champagne with two guns and some weapons. I took the knife from a steel alloy and wiped it with the white towel hanging off the table's edge. It glowed under my touch as if ready to penetrate through flesh in one fell swoop. After a fleeting moment, I put it down on the table, grabbed my bourbon glass, and poured myself some of the bubbly. 

"Thought you stopped drinking."

My eyes darted toward the voice and met Fredrin's cold stare. "Figured it wouldn't kill me." 

"You're still a pompous ass even after all these years." He sneered, eyeing my weapons. 

"Actually, I'm more of a pragmatist and a very reasonable one at that," I said, sipping my drink. "Unlike you. Well, I have to commend your mind for creating such a stupid idea. Sluggish and predictable. You just proved how idiotic you are."

He laughed evilly as if my words were humorous, but it soon vanished.

"You think so? Then why didn't you save him?" He asked, with his grin slowly stretching. "Or perhaps the truth is I'm just smarter than you, that you failed to read my plan."

I only gave him a smirk before I took another sip of my drink and grabbed the gun from the table. "It's not hard to decipher. You just made a rubbish scheme that's not worth the effort." I took a few steps until I caught a vein on his forehead and a pulsing one on his neck while looking at me.

I stopped before him and punched him harshly enough to make my hand sting. With his head bent forward and a trickle of blood coming out of his mouth and nostrils, he looked up and glared at me furiously with no words. He pulled at his restraints while struggling to sit up, making his chair shake violently.

I stepped back, enjoying the scene, until I pointed the gun in his direction. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Fredrin. How could you fucking kill the man who raised you? You let them manipulate you for selfish gain in return for nonsensical fidelity. Now you're here telling me you're smart for doing that?"

Without any stain of hesitation, I pulled the trigger and fired twice, hitting each bullet straight into his right and left arm. Another blood-curdling scream fled his mouth, making me grin cruelly while listening to his cries reverberating around the room. 

"Shit!" He yelled as the agony took over his features with the blood oozing out of his wounds. "Screw you!"

"Your life now is screwed 'cause you chose to die with the hope of gaining glory. But you gained nothing!" I pulled another trigger, and another hole emerged on his shoulder. The second shot landed perfectly on his knee. "You killed innocent people, but don't think of any moment it will change what you are, loser."

After my articulation, I decided to leave him there bleeding in a chair, envisioning his body rotting away without any trace of mercy until nothing remained but a carcass. I don't want to slay him now nor end his torment. I wanted him to lament his fate with every drop of blood he spilled because even if he died, the detriment he caused could not be undone.

I walked into the restroom. While washing my face, a flashback of memories appeared across my mind. It was the day I found Macario's body in his office, mutilated with blood-soaked everywhere and pooling beneath his lifeless form. It was unbelievable at first, but Fredrin was the one who killed him. And this is why he deserved to be tortured. He wrecked us with his greed, and I can't wait to see him dead. Maybe then I will move on and continue living without the image of his face looming over my head. But not now. 

After a minute of contemplating, a man's figure emerged behind me. It was Oliver, panting heavily.

"Sir! Ms. Adeleine is missing."

My eyes turned to him sharply before my feet took hold of their own pace to find her.