The Stolen Heiress: Claimed by her Father's Ruthless Enemy. novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: So much blood.

’So much blood,’ that was Alexander’s first thought as he observed the gun in his hand. The gun was a present from Viktor Reno for his sixteenth birthday, and it had tasted so much bad blood. But none was more satisfying than when he finally got the chance to blow off those bastards’ skulls. The gang members who forced him to have sex with an orphan girl. The girl was sixteen while he was twenty-two.

He was forced to do it with her almost the whole night and it caused the girl a great trauma, one that she would never recover from.

He tucked the gun in the small of his back and approached the building in front of him. It was an old warehouse. Inside, he could hear the sound of chatter and laughter. Kicking the door open, he found four middle-aged men sitting at the table, drinking and smoking, while three younger ones were busy playing tarot cards.

"Who’s this fucking bastard?! How dare you kick the door open like that?" One yelled. Alexander recognized him, he was the one who tore his mother’s stomach open with a knife and gutted out her organs. He could only imagine the pain she went through.

"Oh, just a fresh kid," another with long beard said, puffing out smoke. "Probably a rich one."

Alexander stepped inside and stopped in front of them. They all looked at him amazed. None of them recognized him.

"What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish?" the toned skin one challenged. Alexander smirked as he looked at him. He was the special one, the one who raped his mother until she lose consciousness, all before his eyes. The man advanced. "Seems like you missed your way, but don’t worry, we will let you go unharmed if you just wire us some money."

"There is no point," Alexander began calmly, "you’re all going to die, anyway."

Laughter erupted, but when Alexander didn’t react, they stopped.

"Hey, kid, don’t make us laugh. Just do as I say and live."

"Does he think we are joking, Sebastian? Maybe we should rough him up a little," the long beard man said, looking into Alexander’s eyes. But then his gaze narrowed as if he just saw something. "You?"

"Boss, do you know him?"

"Don’t you recognize him? He’s that little kid from fourteen years ago," the said boss declared, and silence washed over the room as the realization dawned on them. They all stood alert, ready to attack him.

"So, you’re him?" Sebastian chuckled sarcastically. "Your mother had a sweet little pussy, I should have kept her alive to fuck her every..." Before he could finish, Alexander landed a punch on his face, sending him staggering to the ground.

"Fuck you, asshole!" One of the youngsters yelled, lunging at him. Alexander grabbed him by his neck and slammed his head against the wall. The boy blanked out.

"If you wish to die next, don’t waste my time and come out, I will make it quick," he warned, scanning the room. They all stood frozen, raw fear spread across their faces.

"Fuck! Beat him up!" The boss ordered. But that was their mistake, because in the next five minutes, they were all laying on the floor, dead. Blood flowed, carrying its thick smell around the room.

Wiping his knife clean on one of the bodies, Alexander approached the boss, who remained unfazed, smoking his cigarette as if his lackeys didn’t just die.

"How did you recognize me?" He asked.

"Your eyes. They didn’t change," he replied without hesitation. "It was sad that she had to die, but this is our job, we do this to survive."

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