At that mont The air in the room dropped to a sharp chill.
Damon—the boss of the Black Bear—and his three subordinates stood frozen at the doorway, their eyes locked on the figure seated boldly in the center of the chamber.
Raymond however He didn’t stand.
He didn’t even flinch, One leg crossed over the other, his fingers resting calmly on the armrest, gaze steady—cold, composed.
The silence was thick, At that mont the three subordinates exchanged glances, confused, almost offended.
Without wasting anymore ti one of them took a sharp step forward, pointing a finger. "Who the hell are you? You got a death wish or sothing?"
He scoffed, voice rising with irritation. "You deaf or blind? Get the hell off our boss’s chair and get on your knees. That’s the last ti I’m going to say it."
Hearing the man threat Raymond didn’t move, he didn’t blink.
He simply tilted his head, voice calm—low but dangerous.
"I didn’t co here to talk to bodyguards."
The tone sent a strange ripple through the room.
"I ca here to teach a lesson," he continued, "one that none of you will forget, even after your next life."
At that mont the three n stiffened. Then Damon narrowed his eyes ,he couldn’t believe a common word co into his house and this has the guts to threaten him.
"A lesson?" one of them echoed, laughing nervously. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Another stepped forward, hand twitching toward his waistband. "You from so rival gang? You walk in here like this—into Black Bear territory—and you think you’ll walk out?"
"Do you even know where you are?" the last one added, voice rising. "You think this is a joke? Or are you just looking to die tonight?"
They kept talking, the arrogance in their tone thick.
But Raymond didn’t respond, he just sat there... completely unbothered.
However Before one of his n could take another step, Damon scoffed and growled, "So this is what this is about? Because I said I didn’t want a scene? You think that’s permission to run your mouth in my house?"
His voice thundered through the chamber now, no longer amused. "Get off that chair right now, or I’ll personally cut off one of your legs and watch you crawl out of here like the dog you are!"
But before his n could take another threatening step—
They blinked, and Raymond was gone from the seat.
Gone—but now in front of them, Like smoke, like a whisper.
None of them saw him move. One second, he was on the chair. The next, he was standing inches away from them. Then—crack.
In the blur of a heartbeat, Raymond’s hand was wrapped around the neck of one of the guards. He lifted him effortlessly off the ground like he weighed nothing.
Imdiately the guard gasped, his legs kicking.
And then—snap, the sound of bone breaking echoed through the air like thunder. The man’s spine cracked at the base of his neck.
However Raymond didn’t stop.
With the sa hand, he turned and slamd the man’s head against the wall. The impact exploded with a sickening thud. Blood splattered.
The body dropped like a stone.
Upon seeing what what had just happened the other two froze in terror, eyes wide, unable to process what they just saw.
And then they turned—horrified.
All around the room, all over the corners, at the base of the stairs.
Behind the couches, the guards—the missing ones. The twenty stationed outside. The fifteen from inside.
All of them...Dead, Laid out like a silent graveyard, Brutally, rcilessly taken out.
The sll of blood was thick in the air now.
And Raymond stood in the center of it all, calm—untouched—his eyes glowing faintly red.
At that mont the remaining two bodyguard wanted to run away when Raymond did sa ti to them.
Imdiately Damon fell to his knees with a heavy thud, the floor cold against his skin as his hands trembled uncontrollably. His eyes, wide with panic, locked on Raymond—this... creature—this thing that moved like a shadow and killed like death itself.
He had never feared a man before.
But this...this wasn’t a man.
"P-please..." Damon stamred, his voice breaking as his pride shattered. "Whatever you want, I’ll pay it—I’ll make it right."
However Raymond didn’t speak.
He didn’t blink, he just walked.
One step at a ti, Slow, Silent.
And Damon felt his entire world closing in with every click of Raymond’s shoes against the floor.
"I swear—I swear I’ll fix it what ever I did," Damon gasped, raising his voice. "Five million dollars. I’ll wire it now. Just say the word."
Raymond didn’t slow, ten feet away.
"I’ll give you ten—ten million!" Elvis cried, his voice rising in desperation. "Twenty! Thirty!"
Raymond was now only five steps away.
Damon dropped lower, head almost touching the floor as he shouted, "Fifty million! My house! My cars! Every account I own! Everything! I’ll give it all—please! Just don’t kill . I’ll disappear. You’ll never see again."
At that mont Raymond finally stopped, Right in front of him.
Then, slowly, like he had all the ti in the world, he pulled the sa chair he had sat on before... and sat again.
Leg crossed, back straight, his Face calm.
Damon was still shaking, his voice barely above a whisper now. "I’m sorry... please... I’m so sorry..."
Raymond didn’t say a word, not a single sound escaped his lips.
He just sat there, eyes glowing a deep, searing red—burning with hunger, rage, and sothing far beyond human. His face didn’t twitch. His body didn’t move. But the pressure in the room... it was suffocating.
At that mont in ti Damon could barely breathe.
"Please..." he whimpered, his voice cracking as he dropped his forehead to the floor. " whatever I did, I don’t know what ca over . I swear, I’m sorry. I didn’t an to do anything. If—if I did sothing wrong, if I crossed a line, I’ll pay. I’ll pay everything. Please..."
Still, Raymond remained silent.
Then slowly, he turned his head—his crimson gaze locking onto Damon like a predator eyeing prey.
Then Damon froze even more.
His knees buckled further. The weight of that stare paralyzed him.
Then Raymond finally moved.
One hand lifted, then the other.
And with a cold, smooth motion, he leaned forward in the chair—his voice deep, low, almost unrecognizable.
"You said... you did nothing?"
Imdiately Damon blinked rapidly, nodding in fear. "Yes—yes, I an—I didn’t an harm. I didn’t know—"
" How dare you touched my wife."
Raymond’s words cut the air like a blade.
Damon’s mouth opened... but nothing ca out.
"You laid your filthy hand on her," Raymond continued, standing up now, slow and steady. "You squeezed her neck. You tried to kill her."
The blood drained from Damon’s face.
Because now he rembered—he rembered that mont. Her tear-streaked face. The way he pressed her neck.
And now...Now he rembered the warning too.
Valentina had said it before, and Raymond just said him.
If anyone ever touched his wife—anyone—he would cut off the hand... or destroy the person completely.
And Damon had done more than that.
He hadn’t just touched her, he had tried to take her life.
At that mont Raymond’s voice was low and final.
"For that..."
He took one step forward.
"You’re going to die."
The room was heavy with silence. The tension, sharp enough to tear through steel, hung between them like a blade.
Damon sat frozen, barely breathing.
Because now, everything was sinking in.
He hadn’t just touched soone’s wife but it wasn’t the man standing in front of him.
He had touched Valentina, and Raymond...Wasn’t human.
Everything Maria had hinted at, every whisper, every warning—he had brushed it off. she didn’t ntion anything of this, But now, sitting there, staring into the crimson eyes of the man before him, he knew—This wasn’t a man, this was death wearing skin.
"I... I think there’s a mistake," Elvis stamred, voice trembling. "It wasn’t like that. I didn’t know. I didn’t touch your wife I swear—there’s a misunderstanding—"
At that mont Raymond’s jaw clenched, his voice dropped, barely more than a growl.
"Valentina."
The na echoed like thunder.
"Do you rember that na?" Raymond asked, stepping forward slowly. "Do you rember placing your filthy hands around her neck... choking the life out of her?"
Imdiately Damon’s eyes widened as full realization slamd into him.
He rembered now.
And he rembered exactly what he did, he couldn’t believe this beast was here husband.
"No—no, wait—" he tried to speak, but it was too late.
Raymond’s hand shot forward like lightning, clamping tightly around ’s throat. The grip was unforgiving—stone-like.
Damon gasped, hands clawing at Raymond’s arm as his feet left the floor.
He was lifted—effortlessly—as if he weighed nothing.
Like a doll, a weak, trembling, gasping doll.
At that mont Damon struggled, legs kicking, lips moving with unfinished apologies.
But Raymond didn’t flinch.
Didn’t hesitate, with a sudden, brutal force, he turned—and slamd Elvis’s head into the nearest pillar. Crack. The sound echoed across the chamber.
Then again.
"Crack."
Then again.
And again.
Until the pillar hand so cracks, and Damon’s skull broke with it.
Only then did Raymond release the lifeless body, It dropped to the ground with a dull, final thud.
At that mont Raymond stood still, his breath low. Cold.
Only then... was he satisfied.
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