HIS SWEET REVENGE

Bryan’s POV

Like my father would say; “The wise is the one who prepares for war even before it comes so that when it comes, it won’t meet you unprepared and take you away. Instead, it will meet you prepared, and coming out victorious won’t be a trial.”

I don’t know how much the intruders are but I am confident I am still as skilled as ever. Hastily, I take the gun and dash to the door.

I point the gun to the door before opening it slowly and quietly, looking left and right for my prey.

There is no one in sight.

I begin to move out of the room, still looking all around but with my major focus in front in case someone shows up from nowhere.

I am about to take the staircase downstairs to see and know where the commotion is coming from when someone shows up but I am quick to kick the gun in his hands away before dragging him to my side, my hands around his neck region.

“Who the hell are you?” I ask, roughly with the gun in my hand pointing towards his head. I won’t hesitate to blow off his brains if I get to know that they are actually here for my son.

I already promised not to let that happen again. I vowed not to let the same people who killed something in me by murdering my wife and daughter in cold blood get to me again.

I know they will come back. I knew it the moment I got to know of Jason’s existence but I won’t let fate repeat itself. I will rather sacrifice my own life.

“Who the hell are you? Where are the others?” I ask again, putting the edge of the gun in his ears.

“They are outside!” He screams in pain as I push the gun further into his ears.

“Move!” I command with implacable authority, impatient to know those behind this and the reason for their intrusion.

Also, I wonder why the guards aren’t here yet.

We begin to take each step at a time, the guy’s hand up in surrender as he continues to beg me to let him go, till we get to the landing and I push him towards the door and grab him again.

The door has been tampered with so it isn’t locked the way Camila left it yesterday. I am sure she locked it. She has never failed to do that. Besides, there are signs of manipulation on the lock.

I open it and we walk out to see some men waiting outside with weapons. They shout when they see me with their last man and point their guns at me.

“Drop your guns or you will have yourself to blame. First, I am going to shoot this idiot here and secondly, you are surrounded by my men. If you value his life and your own life, drop your guns!”, I lie with perfection, hitting the man with the gun and he yells.

One of the men stands out, without looking scared. He looks familiar but I can’t point out where I know him from.

The other four men are about to drop their guns when he stops them. “Stop bluffing!”

“Bluffing?” I point the gun at him. “You want to know if I am bluffing?”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Someone rushes out of the door behind us and I turn back to see Celine.

“Get back inside”, I scream with a protective feeling. Her hand clamps her mouth in shock.

“She is with me and she is coming with me”, the leader says, making me turn to Celine with confusion.

Tears spring to her eyes and she looks down.

“Come over here, baby”, he mutters to her.

“Don’t you dare move an inch”, I shout, without looking at her. My gaze is on the man whose gun is pointed at me while the other man I am holding is still whimpering in pain.

Now I know they are here because of Celine.

But why? What for?

“Give us Jason and let Celine go with me and you won’t get hurt. I know your guards are here, we tied all of them up”, he grins with confidence, striding closer.

“F***ing stay where you are”, I grit my teeth in annoyance. He stops walking toward me.

My question has been answered. Celine invited them here to take my son away from me.

“You invited them, didn’t you?” I ask her but she isn’t saying anything. From my peripheral view, I see her sink to the floor crying.

“Please don’t hurt anyone”, she begs, and that makes me angrier.

I pull the trigger and shoot one of the men as a warning to the leader.

“Paxton”, she screams.

The one she called Paxton is the leader and something clicks in me.

Paxton? The name itself sounds familiar.

He aims at me but the man I am holding takes the bullet. I am not letting him go because he is my shield.

“Paxton, don’t shoot him, please. Don’t shoot him, he is Jason’s father. Please”, she cries but Paxton isn’t listening. He keeps shooting, till it gets to the tenth one which brushes my shoulder.

I groan, staggering with the dead man’s weight on me.

From nowhere, I begin to hear shootings that diverted the men’s attention elsewhere. They are looking for where the shootings are coming from.

I drop the dead man and haul Celine up before pushing her inside. Before I turn back to shoot anyone again, they are all down except Paxton who is on his knees.

The ten bodyguards guarding the mansion behind come into view and they point their guns at each man, the leader looking over to me for orders to finish them off.

I shake my head. I have questions to ask one of them. I have no business with the others.

Paxton will suffer for it all. He is the leader and leaders are meant to take the blame and the pain of their followers.

“Drag the rest out and have the leader locked up in my Great Haven”, I instruct and I hear a shout from behind.

Celine is out of the door again. She wants to run towards Paxton but I am quick to grab her.

She knows what I mean by Great Haven. She knows how dangerous it is there. It’s been a while since we visited the Haven and I think Paxton’s visit this morning is indeed a blessing and it is serving as a great reminder of who I used to be.