HIS RETURN FOR REVENGE

Chapter seven: Jaxon Monroe is back

The two Securities were already moving forward, weapons pulled, trained on the Deep Aston purred low like a thunder in the distance.

They flanked both sides of the door, hands steady on weapons aimed at the door where Jaxon sat in relaxed posture without any ounce of fear in his eyes.

"Get down from the car. Now!!" One barked, his grip tight on the gun.

Arriving guests in expensive cars and designer clothes paused to watch, a few people who were around the time Jaxon drove in whispered to newcomers, pointing fingers at the Aston as they explained the ravelling scene. The tension in the air was slowly rising.

Jaxon exhaled through his nose, his smirk sharp at the corner of his lips in something that seemed like amusement.

Lazily, when he felt like it, he pushed the door open. The Securities pointing gun at his door took one step back in caution, his grip firm on his weapon.

Jaxon came out with a velvet box strapped with a ribbon resting on his palm.

"You are one of Daniel's dogs," His head tilted slightly, his voice lazy. "Is that how he trained you?"

The security stared at the box, misunderstanding the content instantly. His fingers trembled on the weapon, sweats pouring from his temple like a burst Dam under anxiety.

"He's got a bomb!! Stay back!!"

The air gasps.

People stepped back, guests arriving and catching the danger rolled back their car out of the gate.

The other security barked into his communication piece.

"Send reinforcement immediately! We have an intruder with a bomb!"

Jaxon stood there calmly, the smirk stretched slightly in cold amusement.

"Walk away," His voice came low and dangerous. "I'm not here for you."

Then he moved.

But not only him,

Bang!

The gunshot rang through the air sounding like a thunder striking against steel.

Jaxon weaved his body, dodging the bullet, his movement effortless, windbreaker flapping gently in the direction of his motion. The bullet shattered the car window.

Jaxon paused, looked back at it. His expression tightened.

He turned back coldly at the security who stood there in shock, his breath catching in his throat at what he just witnessed.

"What..what are you?" His voice cracked, anxiety sipping into his voice, weapon trembling in his hand as the speeding bullet that was meant to drop Jaxon was passed his side to shatter the glass window. It was impossible!

"I'm not here for you but you're asking for it," He said. "Stay alive to get my car repair. Die and you everyone who knows you in trouble."

Jaxon had swore that— anyone who stood in his way would get torn apart.

At the moment, the reinforcement arrived, the ground vibrated under their boots as the ten men arrived with weapons already in their hand and among them explosives operatives. The tension in the air thickened, the people stay back, a few who had the boldness recorded with phones but not without their hands shaking.

"Get down. Drop the bomb and hands on your head. Now!!" One barked into the megaphone.

"I'll give all of you one last chance." Jaxon step forward one step regardless, not bothered a bit. "I didn't come here for you herds. Walk away and live."

The securities tensed.

Another gun shot rang out.

"You've made your choice. That was the last warning."

Jaxon moved still holding the box in his hand, his fist slammed into the first man who shattered his car glass in the rib. Crack.

"Ahhh!!!"

He doubled over in unbearable pain, his rib shaking in detachment.

The men tensed, hands firm on their weapon.

Jaxon pulled him on the collar, glaring into his face. The man almost vanished under his fierce gaze, his trousers shaking and then the front became wet with pee.

"Don't die. If I come back, my car must be in order." He sent the man flying across the premises at the ten Securities feet.

Jaxon moved to the entrance.

They stepped back, visibly shaking now.

With a single wave of his hand, a tremendous force hit them at once, sweeping them off their feet at once. Scream echoed in the air, Guns clattered to the ground like confetti, some of the men dropped heavily on the hood of cars, punching dents and shattering glasses. Security alarm blared in the air violently.

Tension and fear gripped watching eyes.

The first security who shattered the Car door stood in shock, bleeding from his mouth but the pain suddenly vanished, replaced with a flabbergasted expression seeing the reinforcements lying across the premises uselessly and whimpering in pain.

"What... what the heck.." His voice caught. Fear gripped him from the soul. He looked at Jaxon who was walking into the grand all normally, unrattled like he hadn't damaged ten men a few seconds ago.

"Don't die. When I come back, my car must be in shape."

Jaxon's word echoed in his head like a reminder of something impending and cruel.

Fear strangled his soul.

"Oh, God. I don't want to die. He's not human...He's not human..." He stumbled out through the gate, skidding and crashing heavily and bruising against the gravel but he was up, unbothered about pain and blood to get a mechanic.

Jaxon kicked the door open.

Slam!