HIS RETURN FOR REVENGE

Chapter two: Darius Voss

The men looked at each other in surprise.

The biggest who spoke earlier stared hard at Jaxon in anger now, his face twisted in disgust of seeing an ant buzz before his face.

"Tough talk from the kid." He snickered. The other men giggled. "It is a command, kid," he toned, his voice getting rough and dangerous. "refuse it again and you'll die."

"Have you not heard it?"

"That?"

"Jaxon Monroe doesn't take command from any bloody human." He said with a faint smirk that wasn't cold amusement— dangerous than any anger expression. "I ask you, what business did you have with the woman?" His voice was calm.

"You p*ssy," the biggest guy snarled, his fist cracking at his side. "you have no f*cking business asking us stupid questions!"

The biggest guy grabbed Jaxon by the collar to throw him away from the place. To his surprise, Jaxon's feet didn't move an inch. Only his collar wrinkled under his grip.

The man paused in shock at the outcome, looking down to his feet maybe there was something pinning his feet to the floor that defeated his strength.

He found nothing.

He exchanged stunned glances with his fellows and looked back to Jaxon. Clearly this guy wasn't as ordinary as he appeared but he couldn't just explain it.

Jaxon looked at his collar wrinkled under his grip.

"You're going to iron the collar back in place," he said, his voice stripped of any joke "You just dirty my coat with your stinking hand."

"You're crazy!"

The biggest guy roared and he then moved— with every bit of strength inside him, his fist cut through the air like a thunderbolt, directed towards Jaxon's jaw for destruction that'd make speaking permanently impossible but a hand on his arm stopped him at the back effortlessly.

"Leave," the voice said, "or you die if you attempt to touch him."

The biggest guy looked back, angered by the intrusion to see another young man behind him. His expression twisted in irritation.

"Why do stupid people keep showing up tonight?!" He sneered, his anger directed at the newcomer who was dressed in a black leather jacket, his hair neatly falling over his head, his expression relaxed but presence exuding an aura of authority.

"Get the hell out of this place!" The biggest guy barked, his fist coming at the newcomer.

Knox dropped to one knee and bowed to Jaxon, aware of the danger coming at him but relaxed like he didn't even notice anything.

"Master Jaxon." He bowed.

"Knox," Jaxon called him. "You came at the right time."

Now the punch was close to Knox's head. With a simple wave of his hand, the biggest guy was sent flying across the room, smashing against tables where bottles exploded, screams rang out and people backed away screaming in panic. His body collapsed to the floor, blood spurted from his mouth when he wanted to speak, his eyes wide in shock that suggested he wasn't expecting his own defeat.

"You— who are you?"

Knox turned to the other three men who stood there in shock, trembling at what they just witnessed.

"You dare disturb my master on his first day," He said, his voice calm and offended. "I'll give you just two options. Go on your knee and apologize to him now or I will kill you right here."

Matter-of-fact.

The huge bodyguards exchanged glances at each other, still shaken.

Knox shook his head. "You hesitated." and with a simple wave, the three men were already sprawling across the floor, carried by an invisible terrifying force that slammed them against the wall, one burst out through the glass window, his scream echoing into the night.

The music stopped, the dancer paused mid dancing with an expression of shock. The excitement in the room was completely cut off and even the room was messy with broken bottles and overturned and split tables.

In the chaos, a man in a designer shirt drenched with two buttons loosened at the top, stumbled inside the room visibly angry. Darius Voss, the arrogant second heir of the Voss family.

He didn't read the room, didn't even see his securities sprawling across the floor like rag dolls his eyes were fixed on the young woman behind Jaxon.

"You b*tch," he sneered, saliva spraying from his mouth, expensive loafers struck the floor as he moved across the room. "you can't run away today."

His arm snapped out to pull Jaxon away.

"Parr!!"

Knox landed a slap to his face that sounded like a thunderclap.

The Bar Gasp!

Then silence.

Darius Voss stumbled back three steps. His palm pressed on his face, his eyes widened in shock, his cheek slowly turning red with red sore.

"You..you just slapped me?" His voice cracked with the disbelief of a man who didn't believe his pride could be broken.

"Walk away." Knox said.

"Hold on.. where.." That was when Darius looked around the Bar to see his able securities lying across the Bar groaning in pain. His anger doubled and he turned back to Jaxon. "W—hat did you do to my men?! Do you know who I am?" His voice cracked.

Knox was getting really offended by the way Darius was speaking to Jaxon. He wanted to strike again but Jaxon simply shook his head. He relaxed, his fist loosening.

Jaxon observed him calmly.

"So, you are the one who drugged this woman?"

Darius's expression cracked palpably in shock.

How did he know?

"T— that's none of your business! Hand over the woman and walk away. I'm in a good mood tonight. I'll forgive you."

Knox let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head in pity and amusement.

"And If I don't?" Jaxon's expression was composed.

Darius took one step closer, his eyes darkened like a storm.

"Then you're not safe," He said roughly, "my family runs this city. Five companies in the city and across, government dogs in our pocket and everyone that will listen when we talk to make your life miserable. The Voss family. Ring a bell?"

Jaxon giggled.

Darius took it upon himself as an insult.

"Is It funny?!!" He barked, veins popping and he threw his fist at Jaxon again with everything he could muster inside.

Jaxon caught his finger and twisted it once. A sharp crack echoed. His scream followed as the pain registered— deep from his throat.

"Ahhh!!!"

He held his finger in horror. It was twisted back in an unnatural angle.

"You broke my finger!"

His pain morphed into bitter anger in a second and he charged straight at Jaxon with force built from rage.

Jaxon flicked his finger once. An unseen force slammed into Darius. His body flew in the air, crashing into the roof with a tearing sound before slamming against the ground hard with a vibration. Dust rained on him.

Gasps erupted in the Bar. Then Silence. For ten seconds, then murmuring.

"Who the hell is that guy?"

"Am I seeing things? He just dropped that man with a finger? This is impossible!"

Darius laid on the floor groaning in pain, blood streaked on his shirt. His arms were broken, his knee dislocated.

Jaxon looked at the woman who suddenly collapsed but fell into his arms.

"Who is she, Master?" Knox asked.

"I have no idea," He said. "We're bringing her with us. We can't leave her here like this." Jaxon lifted her weight into his arms properly and they walked out of the Bar leaving everyone behind stunned at what they just witnessed.