The Legendary God Of War

Chapter three

He had a fearless gaze as he angrily yelled at Miller. Six years was sure a long time and considering how skinny and poorly looking Miller used to be, he didn't recognize him…. The man in front of him had a different hair color and abs.

“Put my niece down, and get the fuck out of my house!” Paxton thundered.

Miller smiled, “Oh, so she's suddenly your niece, huh? You're a lunatic!” He thundered, his voice echoing throughout the building. His intimidating aura got everyone ready to flee from the kitchen.

Even Paxton didn't bother going any closer.

“You're so dead!” Paxton smirks as he sees four of their guards standing at the door entrance. He had this relief and confident smile.

“Make sure he's not breathing.” Paxton commanded them.

“He has a death wish… we'd make that come true!” One of the men yells before attacking Miller.

Smack! Smack! Bang!

Before Paxton could process what he just witnessed, all the guards were groaning on the floor.

“Not my eyes! Fuck!”

“I can't see… shit…”

“My bones shifted! Wtf!”

Paxton's jaw dropped as he heard his guards crying on the floor. He didn't notice he had taken several steps away from Miller until his back was hitting the wall and he had nowhere to run to.

“Provoking me will be your worst nightmare! Do you know who I am?!”

Miller scoffed, “The point is… I don't give a shit.”

“Well, it seems you don't know…. I am Paxton Grant… son of Grant family….You wouldn't wanna face my grandparents wrath by hurting me!”

“It will interest you to know that; that same grandparents of yours and I had a deal! Which i was to go in your sorry ass’s place in the battlefield!” Miller thundered. “I didn't fight in your place for you to starve my daughter and have her become your personal chef!” Miller's eyes were red with furry.

Paxton's face fell, sweat rolling down his jawline, “W-wait…. You.. don't…happen.. to be Miller… Miller Scofield… are you?” He stuttered in disbelief. It's been almost a decade with no trace or news from him… how the fuck was he suddenly alive when the news of his death was everywhere?

The war was not just a disaster, it was deadly and dangerous… “It's impossible… you're dead…you died!”

Miller scowled, “Sorry to burst your bubbles. Death is far from me.” He launched at Paxton, punched and grabbed his back hair. “No….no…. don't…”

Before Paxton could complete his words, Miller had shoved his head into the drum filled with water.

“Hmmm….” Paxton struggled, trying to hold his breath under the water.

“Struggling is useless….” Miller roared, recalling how skinny Aliyah was. She must have been surviving with just the bread Mira gave her.

Paxton took a deep breath as if getting his breath back the moment Miller pulled his head out of the water. “Are you nuts? You wanna get me killed?” He cried, his hair wet, dripping water down his face and collar.

“You see that chicken you stepped on? And the soup? You're going to eat and drink them from the floor.” Miller pointed.

“Yuck… I'd never…” Paxton breathed heavily with a disgusted look.

Boiling with rage, Miller grabbed and threw him right at the broken bowl area, “I don't care if you're related to Megan… I wouldn't hesitate to set you on fire like the waste that you are….now use your tongue to drink that soup!”

Paxton groaned as he removed the broken glass from his skin. Miller had thrown him pretty hard on the floor that the broken glass had gotten into his skin, “I would really love to know who gave you the audacity to spit trash to my face! Have you forgotten where you started or who your employer is?!”

The nerve he got to give him such orders just because he thinks his colleagues in the army could come save his ass!

Just as he tried to get up from the floor; Bang!

He was hit on the nose. This single act, broke his nose…. That was Miller's best response.

“Shit.” Paxton cried.

“If you make me repeat myself; it's going to be brutal…” Miller placed his feet on Paxton's head, pushing it down to the chicken.

“Ahh.. Ahh!” Paxton growled, his face buried in the dirty soup on the floor. “Son of bitch….” He tried to raise his head, but Miller seems to have the strength of a beast, he just couldn't compete.

For the first time; he was horrified by Miller's merciless action. Though he was trying to hide his fear, he placed his mouth on the dirty chicken and grabbed a bite.

“Good boy…and the soup?!” Miller thundered, his voice cold.

Paxton didn't dare utter a word as he used his tongue in licking all the soup until Miller was satisfied.

“Where is your mummy, Aliyah?” Miller asked.

“She…she… I don't know.” Aliyah replied.

“She's with her parents…. They live downtown.” Mira was quick to reply.

“Why isn't Aliyah with her?”

“Her parents decided to leave to go get a job to feed. This is still their home… they only left Aliyah here since the old lady insisted.” She explained.

“Take me to them…. Now.” Miller said to her, carrying Aliyah in his hands.

“Who is he, Mira?” Aliyah asked.

“I am your dad.”

“He's your dad.”

Miller and Mira said almost at the same time.

“Once you step out that door with that loser…. Consider yourself unemployed…” Paxton yelled out but they were already out and in the car.

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Miller tapped on his table anxiously as he checked his watch impatiently… They had been in this restaurant waiting for Megan's arrival for 2 hours now.

“M- Miller… Scofield?”

Miller raised his head as soon as he heard that familiar angelic voice…

He swallowed hard as his eyes fell on Megan. She was still as breathtaking as ever. He stood from his seat, “Megan… it's me… Miller…” He made sure Mira didn't mention his name when he told her to tell Megan to come to this restaurant.

“You are alive?” He heaved a sigh of relief, “I knew you wouldn't leave me… especially our daughter… I knew you wouldn't want her to be fatherless.” She gave him a slight hug before sitting next to Aliyah .

Miller had a disappointed look as he took his seat back. He almost forgot she wasn't in love and the marriage was a deal. Plus, Aliyah wasn't part of the deal. Megan simply wanted a father for Aliyah, not a husband for herself.

“Sir… it seems really divine here… and it also looks expensive.” Mira broke the awkward silence.

“I'm NOT sorry, but it seems you all are lost in this table - security!” A man in suit glared at Miller, Aliyah and Megan with disgust. “This isn't an asylum… and it's far from where beggars eat…. Not to cause more embarrassment for either of you, kindly use the exit door.” He mocked, giving them a quick once-over.

Megan's face fell and she was about to get up from her seat when Miller said, “Don't leave your seat.” Then he shifted his gaze to the fat man, “Five minutes is all you've got.”

The man laughed mockingly, “Got to do what?”

“To get yourself and the entire people out of this place… my wife and daughter has had it enough seeing your face and that of your customers!” Miller thundered.