HIS RETURN FOR REVENGE

Chapter twelve: The Vicious plan

The Voss family house is a monolithic testament of power and wealth descending from their ancestors. A Giant chandelier the size of a car threw light on the expensive marble giving the ambiance a comfortable and warm look, but the tension that hung in the air was too thick to be dissected by an ice.

Darius Voss sat on a wheel chair now, his legs stiff and useless with heaps of bandage wrapped around it with a brace holding fractured bone in place.

He boiled in anger.

Across the room, his father, Mr. Magnus Voss stood in front of the four huge securities with hands crossed behind his back. Anger was visible in his expression and entire room felt it.

The four bodyguards knelt before him, their head dropped, shoulder slumped, face marked with cuts inflicted by Knox in the club.

But Magnus Voss didn't care about all that. Someone had just crippled his son and the sheer weight felt like a physical slap. The Voss family is untouchable. No one comes for them unless they're prepared for grave consequences.

"I was at the Bar discussing business with some new investors," Darius started, twisting the actual story. "then they came inside invited— two of them and started hitting everyone. I was able to hit down one of them—" he paused for a second, allowing his false achievement to settle. "— the second man was trapped me..I could have killed him right there—"

"But you didn't." Magnus Voss cut through his words. He looked at him in dissatisfaction. "Three months in the training ground and you couldn't handle two men."

"Dad," Darius shifted in his seat. "I did my best."

"And you ended up beaten by one man. I didn't bring you up to fall, Son."

Silence.

Darius boiled on his seat, his finger tightening around the wheel armrest. He wanted his father to praise him already, but Magnus Voss is a man who built his empire on authority, power and blood.

And Darius had always wanted to prove his father wrong because he believed he was weak, he wanted to show him he was better then his elder brother and if at the end the empire is going to be Inherited, he'll get the lion share.

Magnus Voss looked at the men at his feet.

"And you couldn't do anything you bunch of fools," He scowled. "I paid you dummies to protect him."

He landed a kick to one. The man dropped to the floor and scrambled back to spot again.

The biggest one who confronted Jaxon first said, his voice cracking.

"We did our best Master.....we tried to protect the young master but the man was extraordinary...." His head snapped up. "Just one punch. One punch and he sent the young..."

"Shut the fuck up you pathetic loser!!" Darius cut him off before his mess got rattled. He rolled the wheelchair forward to face his father.

"Dad, they're useless. Get them fired. I don't need protection. I don't need to stupid guards who's only big for nothing!"

The men gasped in shock and fear. They scrambled at the Master's feet, pleading in a rush.

"Master please forgive us.. please... don't get us fired. We have never failed. We've never failed you.."

They pleaded.

Magnus Voss didn't react. His eyes was void of everything but anger.

He knew Darius had spinned the actual story even though he had no proof. These four men were specifically selected from his boxing club to bodyguard Darius after he'd tested their strength. One man defeating them sound ridiculous. Maybe they were drunk at that moment everything happened since it happened in a bar. He thought.

"If I ever get you drinking liquor again," he pointed at them. "I'll kill you with my bare hands and feed your bones to my vulture."

He took two stepped closer, glaring down

"And I give you 48hrs. 48hrs to find that man and bring him to this place alive. He'll apologize to my son before I decide his fate."

Their head snapped, hesitation flickering like they'd just heard a death sentence.

"Sir—"

Magnus narrowed his eyes.

"You want to refuse?" His voice dropped to a dangerous level.

"No..no sir..."

"Get out!"

"Thank you sir...thak you, Sir." The four bodyguards stumbled out Lounge.

The door clicked shut.

Magnus Voss turned away from his son facing the wall, his chin slightly raised, his hands crossed behind his back.

"Your wedding with Sinclair's first daughter is in a few weeks." He said, "You know what that means to this family?"

Darius pushed his wheel closer. "The Sinclair needs us."

Magnus Voss spun back to his son, his expression cracking with anger visible. "We destroy them" He growled, glaring at his son dangerously. His voice cut through the air like thunder.

"You're not there for love. You're marrying her to take everything the Sinclair built!"

Silence descended heavily.

He walked to the Bar tucked into the corner of the Hall gently, pulled out a bottle of expensive Champagne— Dom perignon, and poured into a glass cup with steady hand. Darius wheeled behind him.

Magnus Voss sipped from the glass and set the cup down, twisting his lips slightly like the liquor was bitter.

"Let me tell you a story, Son."