Michael observes the scene before him as he walks towards the courtyard with Blade beside him. Razor was sitting on a chair with a bottle in his hand that said Dragon Stout, Jermaine was standing to his right and a young girl who looked to be in her early teens was standing to his left but what piqued his curiosity was the gathering of men standing in the courtyard.
"Oh good, you're here, so this is how this little game is going to play out. The last man standing gets this pretty young thing and ten grand." Razor said patting the girl's back.
Michael's eyes dart to the young girl then back to Razor. "What exactly do you mean by that?" He asks even though he has a sickening feeling he already knows the answer.
"What do you think?" Razor asks grabbing his crotch.
"Are you saying that the last man standing gets to be intimate with this child?" Michael asks in disbelief. "I'm saying that the last man standing gets to do whatever the fuck he wants to do with her, and she isn't a child, she is over sixteen, she's just small in body and pretty as fuck, now, get your ass out there and show me what you got.
And I know it's hard for a hot head like you but whenever you feel the urge to question my orders, just remember what happened this morning, okay?" Razor said in a cold tone.
"Just when I thought you couldn't possibly be any more disgusting than you already are," Michael said in a tone ten times colder than Razor's before walking towards the men. "Now there's a man who just can't help saying exactly what he's thinking." Razor snorts.
Michael's cold dark glare sweeps over the men standing in the yard and rage the likes of which he can't remember ever feeling before courses through his veins. He turns his head slowly and looks at the terrified young girl, he then faces the men again.
"And one more thing, no weapons allowed, this is a fucking fistfight, feel me? And I don't want any broken bones either." Razor barks. "I make no promises." Michael hiss glaring at Razor.
Again what happened next was beyond his comprehension. As soon as he took a few more steps toward the men three of them charged at him and began throwing punches, all of which he evaded with ease. He then moves his hands in a circular motion, pulls them back then thrusts them forward.
His palm connects with one of the man's chests and he goes flying backwards. His arms then shot out in the direction of the other two men and within seconds he had managed to hit them in four major parts of their body which had them on the ground groaning in pain.
"Wait is he doing Tai Chi? Boss if he's going to fight like that then our men are going to get hurt, badly." Jermaine says. "As if he can win against all these men, they are going to kick his ass." Razor laughs.
Now this he was going to enjoy. Michael thought moving his hands and feet in a circular motion as he got ready to take on the other men.
Razor snorts and hand Blade a phone. "Record everything." He said getting up and walking away. "Jermaine, stay here and watch the girl." He orders over his shoulder. "Yes sir," Jermaine replied.
Twenty minutes later Blade enters the slaughter room and halts in his tracks when he sees Jermaine's four bodyguards lying dead on the floor. And this?' he asks Razor who was standing over them, his gun in his hand.
"What you doing here, the fight done already?" Razor asks glaring at the men on the floor. "Yep, it's over." "Who wins?" As if you have to ask." Blade snorts. "Who? Michael? Wait him take down all of them?" Razor asks in disbelief. "Yep, he did.
"A what the rass you a try tell me say? You mean the worthless rasshole them make one man beat all thirty of them?" "Yep." "Where is he now?" Razor asks. "I told him to wait for you outside but um, boss?" Blade indicates to the men on the floor.
"Oh, them asshole take me for an idiot. It's the second time they left Jermaine exposed in a gunfight. You don't think it was strange that all four of them took off after the one fucking car and left Jermaine to fend for himself?" Razor asks. "Yeah, I did think that was strange but since it wasn't the first time…." Blade said his voice trailing off.
"These motherfuckers were spying for the other side. They're the ones that told those fucking ingrates where Jermaine and Michael were. They also told the other side all about Michael and what he's capable of and now the leader of those ingrates is very much interested in finding out more about him." Razor said kicking one of the men on the ground.
"That little scene today, as it turns out, the men in the first car were supposed to scare them, but the ones in the second car were supposed to wound them badly enough so they could kidnap them and take them to their boss who is itching to get his hands on Michael and these motherfuckers set everything up!" Razor growls.
"Well seeing as though they got theirs, those assholes won't be getting any more info." Blade points out. "fuck that, I'm not taking any chances, maybe they weren't working alone. I have hired a few of my outside men to do an internal sweep of everyone in this house.
I intend to flush out anyone that may be working with these motherfuckers and put a bullet in their heads. These fuckers have no idea who they were messing with! Now dump these assholes and clean this mess up." Razor orders and turns to leave, then stops.
"Your men are still working on finding out who this man is, right?" "Yes boss, they are." "Tell them to work faster, this man just beat thirty of my men, I don't want to guess who he is, I want to know," Razor said before storming from the room.
"Congrats, I heard you won," Razor said walking over to the young girl who was still standing next to Jermaine. On approaching her he grabs her in the back of her neck which makes her squirm in fear. "Unfortunately for you, you beat these thirty worthless fucks for nothing. Jermaine, she's all yours." He said pushing the girl towards Jermaine.
"What? But boss, he won fair and square." Jermaine grumbles. "True, but since he thinks I'm so disgusting he neither gets the money nor the girl." Razor sneers.
"How's that for being the boss? Asshole." Razor growls grabbing the girl in her neck again and storming toward the main entrance of the house dragging the terrified little thing along with him. "Jermaine, come!" He orders over his shoulder. Jermaine sent a fuming Michael an apologetic look before following Razor.
Jermaine stay, Jermaine come, next it will be Jermaine sit, roll over, fetch and beg. Michael thought rolling his eyes as he marched towards the side entrance. Could he bend his will to be that submissive to save innocent lives? He wonders.
As far as he knew, he didn't have one submissive bone in his body. So for him, that is going to be like trying to drink porridge through a twisted straw. He thought with a snort as he headed to his room.
In addition to learning how to be submissive, he had come to realize he also had to learn how to restrain himself from voicing his dislike towards that tyrant. Not because the tyrant was one of the vilest, and the most disgusting scum to ever walk the face of the earth meant he had to say it to his face every chance he got.
He really needed to stop doing that especially since he wasn't the one paying the price for his actions, but for crying out loud. He had heard that phrase used on the television more than once, it most certainly fits how he was feeling right now.
Because this situation that he had once again put himself in was quite frustrating. He planned to beat all those men and save the young maiden. Beating those men was a walk in the park, that phrase he had come to learn meant that the task was easy. So, yeah that part was a walk in the park but little did he know that his plan was futile before he even put it into action.
Because he had called the tyrant disgusting. Great, just bloody great. Now he had accomplished part of his plan but the young maiden was still in the clutches of that disgusting tyrant.
What was he supposed to do now? Any action he took now would mean someone else would get hurt. So what? He should just stand here while that vile, disgusting, monster defile that young maiden? Like hell, he would, but on the other hand, this house was so enormous how would he even find her?
To hell with it, he will rip this place apart until he finds her, then deal with the consequences later. He marches towards the door, grabs the handle, and yanks it open, then takes a step backward as Razor shoves the young girl towards him. "Going somewhere?" Razor asks through clenched teeth.
Michael could think of a thousand ways to answer that question but he said nothing as the girl lifted her terrified eyes to his. "From now on, I would think twice before speaking, if I were you." Razor growls. "Another thing, starting tomorrow. You'll be Jermaine's bodyguard." Razor says before walking away.
Michael slams the door shut, then turns to the girl. With trembling hands, she held up a wad of cash to him. "He….He said….i should give….you …this." She says her voice trembling with fear.
Thank you all for reading
Verse for Thought
It is safer to meet a bear robbed of her cubs than to confront a fool caught in foolishness. (Proverbs 17 vs 12).
Riddle from the last ch: where do frogs sit?
Ans: On toadstools. Toadstool ha, what the hell is a toadstool? Funny.
Okay here's another. How does a monster predict the future? Good luck my lovelies.