A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

134 The Fun Is Just Beginning!

Maxwell walked slowly but steadily down a slightly busy route. His expressionless face seemed focused on the path he was taking. However, he was busy searching for a lonely path to lure his enemies into. His eagle eyes had counted six heavily built men trailing him from a distance and this made him really excited within. Although, he wished they were more of them to quench his bloodthirsty appetite.

Maxwell’s mind was alert, his heart was thumping and his body was eager for some fun. He took a sharp turn into a quiet neighborhood and stepped into a lonely street.

“Perfect!” Maxwell’s face broke into a devilish smile as he swiftly and smartly activated stealth mode. Although he had a silencer pistol neatly tucked behind his waistband, he decided that shooting was too easy and painless. He wanted these overinflated fools to feel the heat before meeting their maker. He brought out his most cherished weapon which was two devil’s claws daggers and kissed both of them.

Each devil’s claw dagger was three inches long with a serrated sharp blade on one side and a deadly smooth blade on the other side. When used, this dagger was capable of inflicting slow but excruciating pain and severe hemorrhage.

Like a black jaguar in a heavily dense rainforest with large canopies, Maxwell briskly blended with his environment. He took a perfect hiding and striking spot while waiting for his assailant to walk into his trap.

Three out of the six men entered the lonely street they had seen Maxwell walk into, while the other three waited at a safe distance.

“Guys, let’s make it swift and bring back a souvenir for the boss.” The leader of the first three groups instructed the two men following behind him.

“Affirmative!” The other two responded with their eyes scanning the environment for their target; who seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

“Stay alert, we are dealing with a...”

.....

POW!

BAM!

ZAP!

CRACK!

AARGH!

Like a magnificent lone wolf, Maxwell brought down all three heavily built men like they were nothing but puppets in his hands. He was so swift and calculated in his attack that his assailant didn’t get the chance to use their guns, thereby alerting the remaining three.

Maxwell’s moves were fast and precise. Two out of the three men were met with gruesome but instant death.

One had five stab wounds on his chest, the side of his neck, and his right eye. His knee joints were also broken from Maxwell’s heavy blow.

The other has six stab wounds; on his temple, his jugular, his left eye, and the middle of his head. Maxwell also left his signature; which was two broken knee joints.

Maxwell used the third man as bait to draw in the other three. He disarmed the man easily and made him go down on his broken knees with a knife in his throat.

“Call in your man and tell them you have me,” Maxwell spoke in a deep and gravelly tone.

The trembling men quickly complied with Maxwell’s instruction and called in the other three men.

“Good boy,” Maxwell tapped him gently on the shoulder. I’ll be merciful to you.”

Instantly Maxwell’s slit his throat and watched him die slowly before quickly repositioning himself for the next attack.

When the other three stepped into the scene of the crime, they were baffled and terrified by the horrid mess they met. They quickly drew out their guns, aiming in different directions for whoever had killed their partners in a such horrendous manner.

Six silent consecutive but precise shots were fired at all three men. Instantly their weapons fell from their hands.

Maxwell’s calculated shot had neatly disarmed all three attackers, making their arms go limp.

Seeing that the odds were against them, all three assailants made moves to flee the scene. Unfortunately, another six shots brought them to their knees.

“You can’t leave the party without acknowledging the host! I consider that being rude!” Maxwell came out of his hiding position and walked casually toward the immobilized men; who were currently reeling in pain from the gunshots.

Maxwell’s blazing eyes had a sinister glint and amusement in them. It felt as though watching his enemies suffer was like watching his favorite thriller movie. He walked up to the first man closer to him and spoke in a calm but intense tone.

“Who sent you?”

“I would rather die than...” Maxwell took the words right out of the man’s mouth with multiple stabs under his chin, until his hand and the floor were covered with the dead man’s thick blood, and ripped flesh.

Maxwell stared into the dead man’s eyes like a sick serial killer until the man’s soul left his body. Then he plucked out both eyes of the dead man using his dagger, threw them on the floor, and squashed them under his foot.

“I didn’t like the way he looked at me,” Maxwell said in a slightly amused way, as though his actions needed explanation.

“Sir, I’ll tell you anything you need to know, anything at all!” One of the men panicked and spoke in a frightened tone. “Just blow my brains out then kill me this way,” he pleaded. Maxwell’s action had ripped the soul out of his body and he dreaded meeting the same fate. Watching the gruesome murder of his partner was like watching a horrific vampire movie, where the male lead kills and feeds on the female lead.

“You know, I hate it when people beg me.” Maxwell walked up to the frightened man and glowered at him. “When I want a piece of information, I get it. I was just messing with your partner, I already know who sent you.” Maxwell struck like a lightning and both ears and the nose of the man fell off.

“AARGH!” The unfortunate man tried to scream but was instantly silenced by a fierce sharp blow to the neck. He choked and vibrated vigorously as Maxwell twisted and pulled the dagger out of his neck. Finally, he succumbed to the cold hands of death.

The third man gaped in horror as he watched Maxwell mercilessly slaughter his two brethren. He knew he was next and quickly said his prayers as Maxwell walked towards him.

The third man’s behavior caused Maxwell to chuckle so much that he decided to spare his life.

“Send a message to your boss for me,” Maxwell said in a deep petrifying voice. “Tell him to watch his back because I’ll be chewing on it!”

Afterward, Maxwell left the crime scene and went to a nearby convenience; where he cleaned himself up. He made a short call and smiled devilishly at the end of the call.

“The fun is just beginning!” He grinned and returned to the presidential hotel.