Chapter Forty-Five
Aht's jaw clenched in anger as he approached the door. He had been seething with rage since last night. He acted his cool around her when he found her in her car and took her to his private apartnt.
The thought of soone spiking her water, of trying to touch her, to r*pe and have a taste of her, made his blood boil. It was still boiling.
He wanted to kill. He wanted to punish soone, to make them pay. To kill those who thought it was okay to touch his woman.
His woman.
He hadn't realized yet that he thought of her like that.
His fists were clenched at his sides. He was going to make them regret ever doing that. Sothing was telling him Asli wouldn't stay put. However, he didn't care about breaking the right arms if only their left was broken.
As he reached the door, he didn't even bother to take a deep breath to try to calm himself down. Oh, his anger still simred just below the surface, waiting to erupt at any mont. He knew catching a glimpse of them would do that.
He pushed open the door, and a faint smile spread across his face as he took in the scene before him. The room was dark, and the only light in the room was coming from a few flickering torches held by the Mafia leaders. Two n were kneeling beside Maxwell, who was clutching at his ear and wincing in pain.
The air was thick with tension and fear, and he could sense the weight of panic hanging over the room like a dark cloud. He leaned against the doorfra, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of amusent and contempt.
Were these n, not the Mafias supposed to inherit their father's and their grandfather's legacies?
It seed that soone had already taken care of the problem, and had already taught them a lesson. He knew who that was. But this wasn't enough for him. Why was only Maxwell hurt? And even so, why was it just his ear he was holding?
"Who the hell brought the idea?" Aht yelled at the top of his voice.
"Get lost, Aht. Both you and your little girlfriend should get lost!" One of the Mafias shouted back and the rest seed to agree.
Too bad, when he was going to ruin them yet they didn't seem to fear him but his 'little girlfriend'. Even though she didn't even do anything to them. And was it not ironic that they were scared of her yet they decided to harm her?
There were three things Aht hated and wouldn't forgive anyone for doing. One, touching his mum. Two, wounding him, and three, not fearing him.
Aht charged towards the n like a raging bull, his fists flying in a flurry of punches. One of the six n caught off guard, stumbled backward as Aht's blows rained down on him. The sound of crunching bone and flesh filled the air as his punches connected with precision and force.
The room erupted into more chaos as the other n scrambled to get out of the way. "Are you out of your mind? Are you starting a war over so..."
"I dare you to finish that statent!" Aht dared and they all kept quiet.
"Touch any of us again and we'll actually start a war." Another man threatened. But Aht was unstoppable, his fury and adrenaline fueling his attack connected with the man who just threatened him. He continued to punch and kick his way through the n, taking down anyone who dared to fight him back.
They stumbled backward, so with their eyes wide with fear as Aht's fists continued to puml them. He was too fast, too strong. He delivered punches that sent most of them crashing to the floor.
Aht enjoyed the dread he saw in their eyes. It simply made him stronger. He delighted in the horror emanating from their very pores, and his own rage and resentnt fed off of it.
When the other n realized that Aht was not going to stop anyti soon, began to call for a truce as if this was a battle.
He spotted Maxwell who still clung to his ear. A cruel grin ford on Aht's face, and charged towards him. Oh, he knew Maxwell was responsible.
But then, as his back was facing the other five n, so who were on the floor and so covered with their own blood, one of the n swung a aty fist at Aht's back.
He turned and delivered a swift kick to the man's knee. The man doubled over, gasping for breath, as Aht delivered a series of rapid-fire punches that sent him crashing to the floor.
"Stop... It... Man." Everyone seed to cry out. There was this fury that consud him too much he didn't want it to quench until he punched everyone to death.
A few minutes later, a bunch of n barged into the room. It wasn't until then he stopped. "Touch her again and you all won't live another day for a fight," he warned as he left the room.
But was he satisfied? He doubted that. Was he likely to kill any of them when the opportunity presented itself?
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