After dropping off Deborah at her condo, Gary joined his goons at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
As he stepped into the warehouse, he was greeted by the rich, smoky sll of freshly lit cigars curling around his nostrils.
"Hey boss..." The female from earlier, now clad in tight-fitted leather pants and a tank top, sashayed towards him, a sly smile stretching across her lips. "How’s our money-making girlfriend?" She drawled, while taking a drag of her cigar and puffing the intoxicating fus in her lover’s face.
"Jealous?" Gary sneered, collecting the cigar from her hand and taking a greedy drag of the smoke–the tip of the cigar burning brightly.
"Why should I be jealous?" The lady scoffed. "She’s just a pawn–a disposable cash machine you can dump at any ti."
"Careful what you say, sweetheart." Gary grabbed her by the waist and forcefully pulled her closer to himself. "You might end up being the pawn if you fail to please ." He sneered puffing rings of smoke as he spoke before crashing his lips against hers briefly.
"Where is the little lamb?" Gary directed his dangerous gaze to his n.
"She’s snoring in one of the rooms."
"Bring her to ," Gary ordered and his n swung into action.
Minutes later, Sarah’s decoy was dragged into the main warehouse where Gary and the others were waiting.
Her body sagged convincingly, as she pretended to be unconscious.
However, beneath her lashes, her slightly opened eyes took note of her surroundings.
"What a pretty sleeping beauty," One of the thugs mocked, tapping her cheek roughly. "She’ll fetch a good price once the boss is done with her."
"Yeah! Not after we have a piece of the pie." The second thug grinned and both n chuckled.
"Boss, should we tie her up?" The first thug holding Sarah’s decoy asked.
"No need. She is a harmless little lamb. Just make her sit down. I’d like to toy with her first before we get down to business." Gary smirked, moistening his lips.
"Yes, boss."
Sarah’s decoy was roughly dumped on the seat with her head still sagging.
"Get the juice to wake her up," Gary ordered again and a syringe containing a transparent liquid was brought to him.
"So this is the little bitch that has been taunting my sweetheart?" Gary ca closer to the presud unconscious lady, a predatory glint in his eyes. He crouched before her, examining her smooth and inviting body. "Not bad." He drawled, tossing his cigar aside, before collecting the syringe from his jealous scowling girlfriend.
"Boss, do we get to have so fun with her after you’re done with her?" One of the thugs blurted out, his eyes gleaming with intense lust.
Gary shot the man a lethal glare, failing to notice that the supposed unconscious lamb had opened her eyes and was now glaring at him like a stared lioness.
"Hello, Gary." Sarah’s decoy whispered, snapping his stunned gaze back at her. "It’s ga over." She collected the syringe from his hand and jabbed it into his thigh, evoking a pathetic squeal from him.
"What the fuck!" One of the thugs muttered, impulsively pulling out a knife.
Before Gary had ti to counterattack, the assassin struck like a whirlwind.
She grabbed Gary by the neck, coiling around him like a snake while retrieving his dagger, hidden behind his waistband.
"Kill the b*tch!" Gary’s girlfriend screeched, pulling out a pistol.
But the assassin, using Gary as a human shield, moved in on the lady and slashed her right arm skillfully, drawing out blood and causing her to howl in pain– her gun dropping to the floor.
One of the thugs aid with his gun for the kill, and Gary shrieked, his hands flailing in the air. "Don’t shoot."
At the sa ti, a knife sliced through the air, cutting into the thug’s neck and he collapsed on the concrete floor, convulsing and gurgling blood.
When Gary tried to free himself from the assassin’s entanglent by driving his fist upwards, aiming for her face, she spun around like a croc, doing a backflip.
Then she swept his legs off the ground and drove her elbow into his ribs so hard he vomited blood before hitting the floor.
The fourth man tried to lunge at her, only to be flipped onto his back, her boot grinding down on his throat.
"Whoa! I didn’t sign for this shit!" A fifth man took to his heels, gunning for the exit when the assassin’s reinforcent appeared from the shadows, like a pack of hungry wolves.
"Shit!" They turned around to sprint to the other door when sothing that looked like a woman’s boot struck him across the face, knocking him out cold.
Within minutes, the mighty gang of kidnappers were defeated and rounded up like pigs for the slaughter.
They lay on the concrete floor groaning in pain from the rciless justice inflicted on them while awaiting their gloomy fate.
anwhile, Blaze, who had been earlier alerted of the audacious attempted attack on Sarah, t with Henry at the studio and together, they made their way towards the warehouse.
"Who are...you people?" Gary’s voice cracked as he held onto his fractured ribs while staring at the n and the young woman he now regrettably knew wasn’t his target.
In response to his question, he was given a kick on his other side and a fierce command to shut the f*ck up.
Ten minutes later, Henry and Blaze made their way towards the warehouse.
Henry stepped in first, his presence towering and his eyes blazing with untad rage. And beside him was Blaze, moving like a storm– his fists clenched and his jaw set like dangerously carved marble.
Their combined aura was spine-chilling and nerve-racking as instant panic swept across the thugs who were still alive.
"Isn’t that the movie studio boss?" Gary’s girlfriend whispered in pain.
"The one called Mr Gordon?!" Another thug murmured.
"Dear God... Look at the person beside him." A third mumbled.
"We are fucked." Gary stamred, collapsing backwards against the others, the sight of Blaze draining the blood from his face. "This... isn’t possible. He can’t be here."
"You clowns dare go after my woman?" Henry growled in a low but lethal voice, while folding his sleeves.
"And worse, you believed you could get away with it?" Blaze added, his voice colder than winter.
Gary was forced to his feet, groaning in pain as he ca face to face with the devil.
"Boss....please, I didn’t know she was yours..." Gary began to babble, his heart constricting with fear and his hands clasped together. "If I had known she was connected to you....I swear...I will never..."
Henry’s fist slamd into Gary’s gut before he could finish his plea.
"There is no room for ignorance." Henry roared, delivering a second punch to Gary’s stomach, making him fold like a rag doll, gasping, choking for air.
"rcy..." Gary coughed out bloodied saliva.
"rcy?!" Blaze launched a brutal fist across Gary’s jaw that sent him sprawling onto the concrete floor. "You don’t deserve the word. No one sses with my family and breathes." He sneered, delivering another kick to Gary’s crotch.
Gary scread in agony as Blaze and Henry took turns delivering their own brand of justice. His cries echoed against the warehouse walls, drowning out the groans of his horrified n.
After he was made to watch the brutal dismbering of his n and girlfriend, into a pile of bloodied heap, Gary was dragged to the roof of the warehouse and tied to a pole.
There he was left as food for the hungry vultures and as a lesson to anyone thinking of ssing with the devil.
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