2025-03-15 23:26:47Gary didn’t waste a second. He snatched a rumpled blue shirt, sprayed some cheap cologne, grabbed his wallet, and bolted from the room, nearly tripping over his own feet in the rush.
Going through the living room was a bad idea. Gary knew that the Lancasters were demons and did not care about his grandmother. They’d paid her hospital bills as part of their deal, sure, but after that? She could rot for all they cared. Whatever happened to the old lady after their agreement was none of their concern.
So he crept to the kitchen’s back door, silent as a ghost. He eased it shut behind him, praying no one noticed. He made sure to draw no attention
The kitchen was unusually dark. The lights were always turned on. Madam Ann hated the dark and made sure her mansion was properly lit, from the underground chambers to the garage and to her room. She believed in vampires and believed that keeping her room properly lit kept them away.
Nevertheless, Gary quietly tiptoed until he found the doorknob to the back door. But before he pushed it open, he paused. Something was not right. He heard some slight movement coming from the same kitchen he was standing in.
Soft groans—moans?—slithered through the shadows. Was Madam Ann right about bloodsuckers?
Imbibed by his curiosity, Gary switched on the lights. And what he saw was far more haunting than vampires lurking in the dark.
It was Kage. Kage was in the kitchen, but he was not alone. He was with…
“Evelyn?” Gary called out, almost losing his voice.
Evelyn was half naked. This was the first and only time Gary had ever seen her almost totally undressed. Kage also had his pants down, his manhood sticking out like a schmuck.
They were breathing heavily, their bodies dripping with sweat. Evelyn quickly tried to cover her body in shame while Kage was slightly unbothered. He even leaned in to kiss Evelyn, a middle finger to Gary’s existence.
No place for him here. Not with the Lancasters. Not in her life.
“Hey, putz. Off to clear some trash? That is good cause you should get yourself useful around here.” Kage teased.
But Gary could barely hear his words. His attention was focused on Evelyn, who looked a little remorseful. She grabbed a glass of water and gulped down, avoiding eye contact with Gary.
“Now move along, asshole before I do it for you! We are having a private session. Didn’t Madam Ann tell you not to leave your room until the party was over?” Kage asked coarsely.
Gary felt a drop of tear run down his face. He looked at Kage, who was ranting like a fool. And then he looked at his wristwatch. 20 minutes was all he had, and now, it had been cut down to 15 minutes. How fast could he drive?
Gary clenched his fist, gritted his teeth, and then turned to leave. His grandmother was a priority, and he would not foolishly let some prick of a nincompoop derail him. And as for Evelyn, as much as it hurt him, he would not be a wimpy coward for her. He was done!
But Kage’s next words stopped him:
“Yes, go clean people’s toilets and make a few bucks so your grandmother doesn't die. I hear she is still in the hospital. She should just die already so that you can have a purpose in…”
Gary didn't think. He didn't hesitate.
Before Kage could finish his sentence, Gary spun around and drove his fist straight into his jaw.
The impact was sharp and loud, sending Kage stumbling backward into the counter. Glasses shattered, water splashed, and Evelyn gasped in horror.
Kage, clutching his jaw, staggered upright, his eyes wide in disbelief. "You... you little shit!"
Evelyn screamed, rushing to Kage’s side. "Gary, have you lost your mind?!"
Gary stood there, his chest heaving, his fist still clenched. His knuckles burned, but he really didn’t care, did not give a single fuck. His vision blurred with rage, with betrayal, with years of swallowing his pride for a woman who didn’t deserve it.
"You can insult me all you want, asshole," Gary muttered through gritted teeth, grabbing Kage by the collar. "But you will never speak about my grandmother like that. The next time you do, I swear to God I will rip your eyeball from your fucking socket!"
He pulled back his fist, ready to strike again—
"STOP IT, GARY!" Evelyn’s voice cracked. She was crying, begging for Gary to let Kage go.
Why? Why’d she defend this bastard? He’d taken her betrayal before—lied to himself she’d come around. No more. It was clear that Evelyn despised him. He had been a fool.
Soon, the kitchen was swarmed with people. Everyone brought out their phones and were recording. Kage was a multimillionaire, and Gary had made the biggest mistake of his life. Not even the Lancaster family could save him from what Kage would decide to do to him.
“Gary Wang!” Madam Ann suddenly screamed out at the top of her lungs. “You are finished!”
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