"you filthy son of a bitch" as he bashed the door open, his voice boomed through the room. He lunged forward with the intent of strangling the man in the wheelchair, but was stopped by two strong bodyguards.
Athan sneered and laughed coldly. When he heard his uncle yelling at the gate, he had to wheel himself downstairs to check what a lunatic he had for an uncle. He admired his uncle's crazy side.
"Leave me alone! Athan tell your boys to let me free or I'll shoot their heads off their necks once I get my hands on my pistol"
Athan's uncle strained to get free and attempted to bite one of the bodyguard's hands, but they leveled him and forced him to kiss the ground with his knees.
Athan pushed his chair forward and came to a halt in front of the man acting wildly. "Do you realize how much noise you create, Xander? I'm not sure if you're a true Moore."
"I am a noisemaker?" Xander's brow furrowed.
Even though Athan's words was hardly audible, Xander, who was kneeling, was filled with wrath. He attempted to free one of his hands and reach for Athan's face, but the bodyguard behind him seized it and bent it backwards causing him to scream in pain.
"How dare you let your goons treat your uncle like this, you fucking… ah…ow!" Xander shouted as one of the bodyguards hit him in the cheeks, causing blood to flow from his lips. They seized the back of his neck and forced him to bow at Athan's feet.
Xander was completely humiliated. His father has warned him not to walk on his nephew's toes, but how could he let Athan survive after murdering scores of his men?
"I presume you've come to exact revenge on behalf of your fallen souls. Tsk, tsk, tsk" Athan scowled. He motioned his boys to leave Xander, and they did so, standing two feet away from him.
Xander sprang to his feet, shocked that he had just bowed before his younger brother's youngster. He made a fist and bit his bleeding lips. "You…"
"This is only the tip of the iceberg, Xander." Athan's voice became as terrifying as his looks. He motioned for one of his guards to bring him what was on his table. The guard bowed and returned with a large brown packet, which he handed to Athan.
"One of your men admitted to his… or should I say your crimes. Today will be remembered as the day your head avoided being rolled away from your body. This is the last warning I will issue to you, Xander Moore.
Keep your filthy tricks out of my son's path. You have grudges against me; don't violate your bounds. Don't look down on me since my legs are now crippled; I can tell you that heads will roll the next time, and I can't even guarantee your adopted son's safety "
Xander clenched his hands and slapped it on the wall behind him. This was all too much for him. Fine! What if he intends to murder Athan's son? Despite the fact that his sibling died, Athan was picked as the successor. Why is he continually referred to as the Moore's family black wolf?
"Your men's bodies are in the attic; you may check to see if any of them are alive; I doubt it," Athan remarked, tossing the brown packet at Xander's feet.
Xander lowered his gaze to his feet; the package slide open, scattering thousands of dollars all over his feet. So he's now a beggar in the eyes of his nephew?
"Take those and drink yourself to stupor; I'm sure it can cover up the deaths"
"Keep your bloody money to yourself," Xander fired as he exited the room.
If he can't win today, he'll make that demon of a nephew bow to him and beg for his life someday. That was the pledge to himself, and it is the vow he intends to honor.
"I want a duel, Zhane. Are you ready?" Athan directed his question to the white-headed guard who bowed his head. He nodded to affirm Athan's request.
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"Have you seen little Chubster, Nikolas?" Old Missy, who was running, came to a halt and questioned Nikolas, who had just rushed into the entrance door with a large iPad in his hands.
Nikolas shook his head
Old Missy's gaze flashed back and forth. Little Chubster went lost just two days ago, and now he's gone again. It was pure luck that Athan hadn't sliced off their heads previously; now they were certained that their death would be genuine this time.
All the female staff were sobbing as they rushed about the home. They would sooner commit suicide than face the fury of their master.
They were even terrified of commiting suicide because they feared that their monster of a master may haunt them even after they died.
"Is there any good news, Old Missy?" one of the female servants, whose forehead was badly wounded from hitting her head on the iron door while looking for little Chubster, inquired.
The woman stumbled backwards on the floor as Old Missy shook her head. Nobody cares; everyone was scrambling to save his or her head.
Nikolas bolted, and dashed out of the mansion. He was the only one who knew what the small pest known as little Chubster desired.
The little kid had a sketch of the person he claimed saved his life plastered on his door, but Nikolas wasn't about to give in to the little boy's appeal when he knew who the savior, little Chubster was looking for, was.
Nikolas knew little Chubster wasn't AWOL; in fact, the little child wasn't only a nuisance. He was also a pain in the ass.
He once flung down a whole dish when his father was late to the dinner table. Little Chubster was becoming annoying like his father.
"I know you're in there, little Chubster. Come on out, sweetie." Nikolas whispered sweetly as he pulled off his shoes and knelt down. He lowered his head to the little hole.
Of course, he knew where little Chubster was hiding. That's how he knew little Chubster was gone the first time, since he examined all the hiding spots and found him no where.
"Uncle Nikolas has arrived; don't you want to say hello? I have a lot of hugs to give."
Little Chubster shrugged and disregarded Nikolas, who was desperately attempting to entice him out of the hole.
If Nikolas had been a little boy, he would have crawled into the hole and dragged and twisted the tiny pest's ears, eventually burning to death because Athan would burn him.
Nikolas hid his face behind his legs. He had just returned home after gathering evidence to make a point to Athan, and now little Chubster was driving him insane.
"Please, little Chubster. If you continue to press yourself in that little hole, your injuries will not heal." Nikolas sobbed, tears streaming down his face.
The five years old boy, little Chubster, climbed out of the hole and tapped on Nikolas' shoulders. He massaged his hands on the plaster on his forehead, assuring him that he was well.
"Little Chubster," Nikolas screams, pulling the child close to his chest and putting his hands around him, weeping even more.
Little Chubster let go of Nikolas hold and pulled a folded piece of paper from his coat, pointing it at him.
Nikolas climbed to his feet and attempted to open the paper but little Chubster prevented him by stomping his foot on Nikolas' naked pale legs.
He pointed his index finger at Nikolas with a warning look on his face. He took another crumbled piece of paper from his coat pocket and placed it in Nikolas' hands gesturing him to read it before placing his hands over his chest.
Nikolas bit his bottom lip, trying to swallow his anguish he was experiencing as he jumped on one foot and studied the second paper handed to him.
"Give the first paper to my father; don't read it!!!!!!!!!!" Nikolas eyes widened as he noticed the ten exclamation points in the text. He shifted his gaze from the paper to little Chubster.
"This bug is progressively developing into a devil, just like his father," Nikolas mumbled as he rolled his eyes at little Chubster.