All Chapters of From Prisoner To God Of War: Chapter 1
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God Of War Returns
A towering figure with disheveled long hair, large biceps and muscular tattooed shoulders stood against the wall as he peered down to the pendant drooping from his neck. He had been staring at the pretty face on the pendant.The image on the pendant was that of his pregnant wife, Alicia Maduro, while the two faces tattooed on his shoulders were that of his parents.Lost in his gloom while staring at the image, a striking deep voice interrupted his thought.“Hey, punk! Vacate this corner! The Lord of the prison wants to have fun.”That was coming from a chubby, heavily-mustached dude with dark eyes and, behind him were six other dudes with fierce-looking stare, armed with steel cutlery.The man with disheveled hair was Lucas Maduro. He had come to be feared and respected by the prisoners and the prison wardens for his brutality yet some of the prisoners would stop at nothing until they terminate him.So this time, he feigned dear ears to his offenders and kept staring at the image.“I
Scare, Sweat And Blood
“Hey, one bastard can’t do this to you all! Attack now!” their point man barked, standing with rifles held to his sides.Jaw clenching, fist tightening, he turned his back at them and once one neared him, he gave him a headbutt several times before grabbing his neck and breaking it. The other sent his first blow and he caught his arm with an open palm.A punch on his balls left that one trembling to his feet before falling. He grabbed two men at once and smashed their heads while his kicks handled two others with furious kicks.“Hey, who the hell is he?” the other asked as they approached with sharp swords and guns.A toss!The swords flew in the air and he grabbed them and snapped the blades into two, and tossed the blades at them and their throats were slashed. Blood pumped into the air.The rest corked their rifles and shot several times and Lucas dived in the air, waving off their bullets with his hands.“Who the hell is that man?” the point man queried the mask men that surrounde
Carlos Gets A Doze of Payback
With little chaos caused, the music was still heavy in the air, strippers danced with caution and a few onlookers who saw what had happened gave way for Lucas as he stepped in and combed his gaze around.Although the strippers craved his manliness and thick biceps, they feared to approach the fierce-looking man.Every one gave a narrow path in the crowd as soon as he approached. With his fist tight, he found the casino hub, knowing Carlos could be there. But to his dismay he saw about ten armed thugs, who had received information about his bloody arrival.Noticing the pack of cards and bundles of bills on the table, he took a seat and kicked the cards and bills away.“Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you man?” one of the players fumed.“Why did you do that shit?” another yelled.And he ignored them with a hard grin on his face. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey he poured a shot for himself and gulped down his throat before belching arrogantly.And they covered their nose in irritation.“Wh
Redhot Battle In The Bunker
“Men at the refinery have been slaughtered and soldiers have surrounded the area. Onlookers mentioned one man slaughtered them all.“What fucking one man are you talking about?” Carlos yelled, “Who the hell is the man, huh? ask questions. “How can soldiers surround the refinery? Does the man know who I am? That is absolute nonsense!”“Sir, all I can see written on the wall is Keep off god of war returns. This is mysterious. Who is against us?” the thug said form the other said.“Do your verifications and keep me posted,” Carlos said and hung up to pick up another call.Behind him were about five strippers, busty with thick hips and alluring curves massaging him, while the others dipped his legs in warm water and two others poured his wine.On the other end was his wife, Isabella, being massaged by heavily-armed, six packed thugs with threatening heights and fierce eyes.“Yeah, what is it?” he asked, once he picked up.“Boss there is trouble. We have lost the casino. A dare-devil bogey
I Am Coming, Rodrigo Fernandez
Done shooting, one dived at him and he caught him in the air and, headbutt him until his brain burst out and he tossed him out of the window. Another sent his fast kick and he seized his foot and yanked it off like that of a doll.“Ah! Shit!” that one wailed. “Please! Please!”Another came with several punch and with one hand he gave his wicked punch in the face and another rugged elbow punch left the neck of the guard breaking. Seeing the tons of guard that surrounded him, he grinned and lowered his face.Ear-ringing silence fell over the yard.He swerved his palm and stormy energetic wind tossed them away and smashed them on the wall with the resultant effect of a sword slashing their throats. Their blood plastered all over, and once he located a keg of diesel by the corner, he took a swift shot at it.The entire bunker went up in flames as he dived away in the wings of the wind.Landing on his power bike, he dimmed his eyes. “Rodrigo Fernandez,” he groaned, “So you are ally, huh. I
Unpredictable Beast Fighter
Anthony Pitbull was his chief guard. He was a turf, burly, towering dude of about 6’2 inches, large palms and wider shoulders. He weighed 280 pounds and had a successfully history in street boxing and swords manhandling.Whenever Rodrigo Was with Anthony his pride was bigger than the universe because often than not, Anthony had single-handedly taken down one hundred men without any stain on his shirt.“Anthony did you see that?” he queried hiding behind him, who the fuck is here to cause chaos, huh? Some assholes have got guts but he won’t survive tonight,”Anthony tossed his head and his neck cracked several times, before he molded his rugged fist, getting ready to take down Lucas.Like a blast of a missile, Lucas smashed into the room through the roof and landed with the aura of one that had magnet under his foot. His burly tatted shoulders were turned to them as he faced the wall.The rest of the guards stood out, their chests held out as they pulled out their swords, pointing them
God Of War Doesn’t Forgive
“Go ahead and beat him up!” Rodrigo snarled, “Must you wait for my orders, fool! Look at what he did to me!” he added.Anthony lunged his kick, flying in the air like chop sticks being slammed together. He did some acrobatics of blows and kicks, as he approached Lucas.Unshaken, and settled, Lucas stood with extra confidence, his gaze lowered, shoulders held out as he waited for his offender to inch closer.About to hit him in the face, Lucas raised his gaze, and with an iron-fist hand, he caught Anthony’s ankle, snapped it and it cracked several times.“Oh fuck, fuck!” he whined bittterly, but that wasn’t all, still clenching on his ankle. Lucas tossed him around like feathers and smashed his head on the molten statue close by before twisting his ankle to a bloodied mesh.“Oh you have killed me, man,!” he wailed,Rodrigo widened his gaze, gasping and seeing as he handled his point man like a kid.Now kneeling before Lucas , his head shaky, Lucas held his bloodied face. “I have not ki
A Dry Bone Better Off
Shades of crimson flushed across his sweaty face as he lowered his gaze on the graves. He had always planned to give his parents a befitting funeral at old age. His jaw clenched hard as he groaned. “For as many involved in your death and misfortune, a dry bone will be better than them.”He squatted and touched his lips with a chaste kiss before placing the same finger on their graves and then dropped the flower. ““It is vengeance or vengeance. I …” he couldn’t’ complete his statement when an interrupting yell came from behind.“Hey, hey, who the fuck are you? How did you get in here?” the voice kept barking, and his back still turned at them , he could predict from their footsteps they were ten of them fully armed with swords and rifles.“What is he doing there?” one asked, he had a long scraggly hair, and from his poise and posture he was their ring leader.“I don’t know how he got into the presidential grave yard, boss,” one of them replied while the rest bowed and waited for orde
Vengeance A Purposeful Mission
Once he picked up the phone, the voice echoed, “Hello smart can you hear me?” the voice on the end asked.“Yes, sir, I can hear you,” Lucas replied pretentiously.“You must send some of your guys to the Thick Ass Club tonight, I hear some traitor has seized the refinery and is out to cause havoc. My sons need more security to their arsenal. You know how much we are involved in the crude. Hurry up, we don’t want to die.”“OK, sir.”He hung up and Lucas grinned and tossed the phone away. He knew whose voice it was. It was Pablo’s the same Pablo that was next on his list.The Pablo family was among the most respected elite family in Madrid. Born with silver spoon in their mouths, Pablo controlled fifty percent of Madrid’s oil well, and owned the best oil plants and hospitality hub.With a staggering net worth of thirty billion dollars, the Pablo family were governed by three sons; Jose Pablo, a thick, 6’2 inches tall maestro who controlled the underworld of gun peddling within and acros
Jose Pablo Goes Down
You slaughtered the Maduro’s in cold blood, burned their house, kidnapped their pregnant daughter-in-law, and sent their son to prison, huh!” Lucas groanedJose dimmed his eyes, his memory going down the lane when Lucas’s parents were shot in the chest, and his pregnant wife was on the run when she slammed on the floor before the masked men gripped her.“Lucas?” he could recall now, his mouth going sour. “I thought you were in prison.”“Where is my pregnant wife, Jose?” he groaned ignoring the masked men whose bow had pulled back for a shot, “If you can reveal her location to me I will let you live. As for the crude oil land, forget. I am now in control.”“You motherfucker!” he cursed, his voice echoing off the wall, “So you sent your soldiers to recover that refinery and you expect me to reveal your pregnant wife’s location, huh. You must be stupid in the intestine. Many elite names are attached to that crude oil so you can’t win.”“I swear I am going to kill you till your hundredth