Chapter eight
Author: zaman
last update2024-04-15 15:46:31

Bryan was able to catch Claire just in time before she hit the floor. He cradled her in his arms carefully and then steadied her. "You shouldn't have done that," he sneered at Scar. 

Claire was surprised at his boldness but she was also frightened on his behalf, she didn't want them to get into trouble with the notorious Mafia so she tried to silence him. "Don't worry, I'm fine," she mumbled and held onto Bryan's arms tightly. 

"How dare you touch my wife? You've just signed your death!" He snapped. Scar looked at him with raised brows and then burst out laughing, the sound a cackling and ugly one. "I have signed my death?" He asked in a mocking tone and looked at Bryan's shoes, "You dare come into my home to threaten me?!" He snapped, his face quickly morphing into an angry scowl. 

"You dare lay your filthy hands on my wife? Do you know what you've just done?" Bryan sneered at him. Juliet was surprised that he was talking back to the mafia. She needed Scar's help and she wanted to be on his side, she snapped at Bryan to keep her shut and not talk to Scar carelessly. 

"Have you forgotten where you are?!" She snapped at him and then turned to glare at Claire, "You better keep your demented husband in check if you know what is good for you!" She spat. 

"Get out of this, Juliet, this is about to get ugly," Bryan warned her with a fierce look. Juliet was taken aback, in all the years her cousin had been married to Bryan, she hadn't seen that side of him that stood up for his wife or even anyone at all. He was always so calm despite all they said to him. 

"I let you into my home and now you're undermining my authority? You are threatening me?!" Scar snapped at him, "What nerves!" 

"I don't know why they came here in the first place, they shouldn't be worthy of standing in the presence of a man like you," Juliet snapped, although she was a little weary of Brian's novel aggression, she was confident that Scar was right beside her and he was the worst mafia. 

"I guess he is right, someone has just signed their death sentence, but it certainly isn't me," Scar said with bared teeth, "It's him and this bitch wife of his," he sneered. At once, he ordered his men who were just outside the door to come in and tie Bryan and Claire up. 

Juliet was smiling at the terror in Claire's eyes. She held onto her husband's arms tightly and was trembling. "Pleas__" she tried to beg but Bryan stopped her. "He can't hurt us," he said bravely. 

Scar sneered at him, "This is my home and I can assure you that no one is coming to your rescue, I am going to tie you up and torment you until I see the breath leave your body, I will use you as an example for some who wants to defy me," he stated coldly. 

The goons came into the room. Three hefty men all looking like they could just snap the couple in half. They were with thick ropes and bats. Bryan moved in front of his wife and took the first punch but that was about the only punch he took. He was fast on his feet and quickly toppled the first man to the ground with one swift kick to the shin. 

He was wrestling the second goon to the floor with his thick rope when the door opened and everyone turned to see the newcomer. A Rolls Royce could be seen parked at the entrance and a man stepped out of the car. He was none other than Mark Ogiv, he was the supreme mafia of the entire territory and Scar was loyal to him as well every day there were gangsters in the city and beyond. 

Scar was so shocked that he and his men all stopped at once and bowed to the supreme mafia. Mark Ogiv looked at Scar with an ugly scowl. Scar was shocked by his master, he rarely made appearances unless for a very important business deal, and clearly, he hadn't even announced his coming. "Master Ogiv, what are you doing here?" Scar asked in surprise. 

Mark slapped him soundly, snapping his face to the side with the impact. "How dare you lay your hands on him and his wife?!" He snapped. Scar was a little shocked, he held his cheeks in astonishment and didn't know what to say.  

"I...they...he was..." Scar stammered in front of his boss but didn't seem to have the right words to string together. 

Juliet didn't know why Mark had stepped in to help her cousin when all she longed for was to see them being totally humiliated. "But he is doing the right thing," she said, immediately taking sides with Scar, "He has to show them that not everyone is allowed to address an important mafia like that, much more peasants of this caliber," she spat condescendingly. 

Scar was still too stunned to speak but he looked at her pointedly, trying to tell her that she wasn't supposed to speak while the supreme mafia was still speaking. But she clearly didn't hear the message and continued to ramble on. 

"And who are you?" Mark Ogiv asked with a nasty frown, Juliet was about to introduce herself when she suddenly felt the sting of his slap on her own cheeks. She gasped and grabbed her throbbing jaw. "Don't you dare talk while I'm still talking, do you understand?" He asked coldly. Juliet was so shocked that she nodded eagerly, becoming mute. 

Mark turned to Bryan and Claire and then said to Scar, "I will cut you to pieces if you dare lay a finger on them again, have I made myself clear?"

Scar nodded wordlessly and so did his men who laid down their ropes and moved away. "I'm sorry for their careless behavior," Mark Ogiv, the supreme mafia said and bowed to Bryan.

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