Supreme Legacy: Rise and Revenge

Chapter 4: Supreme Legacy

“Daisy, I know you’re in there. Will you open the door? Can we talk?”

The windows were tinted; nothing inside was visible.

Daisy Hill had never faced anything like this. Panic clouded her face.

Adrian Doyle, unable to resist a streak of mischief, drove forward again inside her. A soft cry escaped Daisy before she clapped a hand over her mouth, shooting him a wounded, furious look.

He only grew bolder, catching her wrists and pinning her palms to the glass.

He breathed against her ear. “Don’t you want to take revenge on that scumbag, Felix Irving?”

“Re…venge? I do…” At that, the last of Daisy’s restraint fell away.

After the chaos of the ceremony, Felix still refused to accept defeat. He had to find Daisy—one last attempt to win her back.

He knew that if he couldn’t sway her, he was finished: fired from the company, driven out of Skyline City.

He’d been poised to summit his little mountain today—to marry money and status.

Damn it all, that bastard Adrian Doyle. Felix cursed himself for losing his nerve earlier; he should have beaten Adrian senseless.

But this wasn’t the moment to pick a fight with Adrian. Getting Daisy’s forgiveness mattered more.

A staffer had said she’d headed for the parking lot. Her car was still here. Knowing Daisy, she’d be hiding inside, crying.

He faced the Rolls and poured out contrition. “Daisy, please—just this once, forgive me. It was my fault. If that temptress hadn’t seduced me, I’d never have lost my head or betrayed you. Open the door. Give me another chance, please?”

No reply. No click of locks. Felix knew her temperament: if he kept apologizing, she’d soften.

“Daisy, if you won’t open up, I’ll slap myself. I won’t stop until you forgive me!” He gritted his teeth and struck his own face.

A second time. A third…

By the thirteenth slap, his cheek throbbed and swelled—then he noticed the car begin to rock. The rhythm was unmistakable.

He lunged at the window, pounding. “Daisy! Daisy!”

He shook his head wildly. “No. She wouldn’t. Daisy isn’t that kind of woman. Daisy, what are you doing in there? Open the door!”

He hammered the door, eyes bloodshot, staring as if he could bore through the metal by hate alone.

He couldn’t believe it.

But the creak and sway of the vehicle beat at his chest like a mallet.

After an agonizing few minutes, the window eased down a narrow inch.

When he saw who was inside, Felix detonated.

“Adrian Doyle? You?”

It was true. Unthinkable—and true.

“W-what were you two just doing?” Felix stammered.

Adrian buttoned his shirt, smiling. “What do you think? While you were outside slapping yourself for twenty minutes—smack, smack—I was inside, well… smack, smack. Didn’t know you were into self-punishment.”

Felix snapped. Rage consumed him. “Adrian—fuck—be a man and get out here. I’ll kill you with my own hands!”

He’d courted Daisy for a year. Strict upbringing meant he’d gotten no further than holding hands. If not for that, he’d never have kept Hailey as a mistress.

He could never have imagined this: his wedding ruined, and Daisy—Daisy—taking another man right under his nose. And that man was Adrian, the one who had torched his life.

He wanted blood.

He snatched out his phone. “Mr. Jefferson? It’s Felix Irving. Come to the Lumina Grand Hotel—now. The same bastard whose arm you broke last time. I’m upping the price—five hundred grand. I want him dead.”

“What? A million?” Felix’s jaw tightened. “Deal.”

Hearing him openly hire killers, Daisy went pale, fear flashing for Adrian.

Suddenly a roar sounded in Adrian’s skull.

“Young Doyle,” a voice intoned within him. “I am the forebear of the Doyle line. The spirit bead has amassed enough power. The Supreme Legacy is unsealed. From this moment, you are its heir. Walk the world unbound, stand above all, invincible in every field, unmatched in the healing arts.”

In the next heartbeat, torrents of combat forms, science, and medicine surged into his mind. Strength flooded his body; he felt remade, reinforced beyond belief.

“Felix Irving!”

Adrian lowered the window further and leaned out, a wicked grin on his mouth. “By the way—Miss Hill is exquisite. Skyline City’s finest, they say—and making love to her was… sublime. Pity you’ll never know.”

“Fuck!” Felix howled. “Get out of the car, you coward! I’m going to kill you!”

Inside, Daisy grabbed Adrian’s arm, eyes skimming Felix’s crazed face. He was past reason. “Don’t. Don’t be reckless.”

Too late. Adrian popped the door and stepped out.

“You dare?” Felix charged like a rabid lion.

Facing a man with a broken arm, Felix bristled with confidence.

Thud.

Adrian’s kick slammed into Felix’s chest. Felix hadn’t even seen it coming before he flew back, the impact like a sledgehammer to the sternum.

He curled on the ground like a shrimp, bile flooding his throat. Since when could this kid hit like that?

Daisy’s eyes had just begun to brighten when a shriek of tires turned her blood cold again.

A van screeched to a stop. Four burly men in black hoods climbed out, metal pipes and machetes in their hands, advancing on Adrian.

“Mr. Jefferson! Finally,” Felix cried, scurrying to them like a supplicant. “He’s right there!”

The leader tightened his grip on the pipe, and the four closed in.

Inside the car, Daisy’s composure shattered. She fumbled for her phone. “Where is it? I need to call the police.”

Felix crowed, drunk on vengeance. “Adrian Doyle, you piece of shit. You hit me. I’m going to end you.”

“Weren’t you cocky a second ago? Keep it up!”

Daisy took in the killers’ hard faces and hissed, “Adrian, run—now. They’ll beat you to death.”

“Run? Where?” Felix sneered. “He ruined me. He dies tonight.”

Crack!

Adrian backhanded Felix across the face. “Noisy.”

Then he strode toward the four thugs.

“Are you insane? Get back here!” Daisy shouted, fear strangling her voice.

“Don’t be afraid,” Adrian said, a smile tugging at his mouth. “Ten seconds. I’ll put them all on the ground.”