General Rhys Vermillion: Return of The Dark Phoenix

IV

Rhys had reached the Talon Wing Hotel, parking his car in a spot that looked like it was reserved for someone important. 

Getting out of his car, he carefully arranged himself as he walked in, his face expressionless. 

“Hey, you!” 

A voice echoed from behind. 

Rhys turned to see a man in a corporate suit standing beside him, two beauties at his side, anger in his eyes as he walked over to Rhys. Behind him was a car, the engine was still fired up, from the looks of things. Rhys had taken up his parking spot. 

“Move your filthy car, do you know who owns that parking spot?” 

The man was looking at Rhys, trying to see if he had seen him anywhere important. 

“I see ya ain't from around these parts, so I will tell you who owns that spot. It belongs to Lord Kirk, so the last thing you would want to do is mess with him. His family is good friends with the Bohrs, so I will suggest that you dont make any mistake of trying to push his buttons.” 

He took a glance at the spot where he'd parked his car, hoping to spot something that would tell him the place was taken, and there wasnt a thing. 

“I dont see a sign saying that the spot was taken,” Rhys muttered, turning to look at the man. 

His gaze was steady. 

“I dont know what deluded world you live in, but for you to say that I took a spot that had no reserved sign shows me how stupid your Lord Kirk must be, and I see it is rubbing off on you.” 

“Did you just call Lord Kirk a fool?” 

The man asked, clenching his fist as he stared at Rhys.

Rhys paid no heed to the man, about to walk into the party, when he felt someone place a hand on his shoulder.  

“I am talking to you, how dare you…” 

Before the man finished talking, Rhys landed a slap across his face, sending him falling back. The ladies he had come with rushed to help him, looking at Rhys like they had seen a monster. 

“He just hit Justin Henshaw!” 

“He is like Kirk Jones' right hand, there is no doubt about it that man is going to pay with his life!” 

Rhys stared at the man, his eyes were still, and his mind wasnt even fogged. He didnt say anything to the man as he slowly walked into the party. 

“You bastard!” 

Justin yelled, standing up. 

“Before tonight comes to an end, I will make sure that you plead for me to kill you and end the misery as your eyes are gouged out and you slowly bleed out!” 

Ignoring his shouting, Rhys walks into the party, moving as if nothing had happened, and he was about to begin his revenge, knowing what was about to happen. 

As soon as he set foot into the hotel, all eyes turned to him. 

The aura he gave off was fierce, dangerous, and commanding. 

“Hot damn, look at this specimen.” 

A lady licked her lips. There was something about the man they were looking at that didn't even seem normal. 

“ Eyes off, ladies, he will be my after-party treat.”  

The women at the party were all bidding on who would be the one to take Rhys, but then he didnt even look at them, let alone want to pay them any attention. 

His eyes darted around, spotting something that he never thought he would see again in years. 

Sitting behind a showcase was the necklace his father had given his mother on her birthday. He could remember that day as if it were yesterday; it was one of the best of their lives. 

He walked to the glass, staring at it as he placed his hand on it. Staring at the necklace with his heart at ease. 

‘After all these years, I will make sure these animals pay for what they did to you.’ 

Rhys kept his hand on the glass, looking at the necklace. 

“Hey buddy,” a voice came from behind him. It was fierce and cold, almost like a commander. 

A tall man in uniform, holding a baton, stood behind Rhys, a cold expression on his face. Austin Riker, the head of the hotel security, and a towering figure that would be there to make sure nothing was going to end up going wrong. 

“Take your hands off the glass and show me your invitation,” Austin ordered, trying to get Rhys to back off. 

But he was ignored, and he could see that the man he was talking to was someone massive. 

“Hey, I will not tell you this again, so make sure that you take your hand off that glass and get your invitation out. This is an exclusive Bohrs party, and the last thing we would want is to let freaks like you roam freely inside!” 

Austin still didnt get a reply from Rhys; the silence showed that he wasnt even going to say anything to him. 

“Alright, if you won't cooperate, I will take you out of this party myself!” Austin placed his hand on Rhys's shoulder, about to pull him out. But the moment he tried to pull, it was impossible for him to even move Rhys from the spot he stood in. 

“Take those filthy things off me.” 

Rhys ordered under his breath, his eyes still on the necklace. 

Austin was annoyed; he knew that Rhys was trying to mock him. 

“The only thing going out of here is you! So if you won't try to cooperate, I will make sure that…” 

Wham! 

Rhys delivered a powerful punch with his left hand, sending Austin flying. He still didnt take his eyes off the necklace. 

Austin crashed into a table filled with red wine and glasses, shattering them as he fell. Everyone at the party turned to look at the commotion, to see that Austin had fallen to a man like that. 

“I told you,” he muttered, slowly turning to look at Austin, who was fighting to get back on his feet. “To take your hands off me.”