Chapter 25 Bloodbath
Anna’s POV
I parked right in front of the hotel.
Before I could even turn off the ignition, Xavier stepped out of the car.
Just like that. Alone. No visible weapon. No backup.
Nothing except the cigar between his fingers. What exactly was he planning to do?
My heart started pounding as I stepped out and hurried after him.
The closer we got to the entrance, the louder the my heart beat became.
Two security guards stood at the doors.
The first one stepped forward, clearly sensing Xavier had no intention of stopping to be searched. “Sir, you need to—”
He never finished. Xavier moved so fast I barely registered it.
A brutal kick to the man’s stomach.
But before the guard even doubled over, Xavier had already stripped the gun from his holster.
One clean shot rang toward the other guard, he dropped instantly, a bullet through his head.
The sound cracked through the night like thunder.
Everything exploded into chaos. People screamed. Some ran out of the building.
Others froze.
The guard Xavier had kicked tried to crawl away. Xavier shot him in the legs. The man’s scream pierced through the panic.
My blood rushed violently through my veins. I couldn’t look away.
Xavier grabbed the screaming guard by the collar and began dragging him toward the entrance of the elevator.
More security poured out from inside, with their guns raised.
Then someone shouted, voice trembling, “It’s Xavier!”
Like a switch had been flipped, they stopped completely and lowered their guns.
They watched him drag the bleeding guard toward the elevator. And they did nothing.
I followed him inside the elevator, my legs barely steady.
The doors closed, then Xavier handed me the gun casually. “Shoot anyone who even looks at you funny,” he said calmly.
I nodded. “Yes, sir.” The words left my mouth before my brain processed them.
The elevator descended. When it opened, the music hit us full force. The dance floor was alive.
Xavier walked straight through the crowd like a storm. He approached the Disc Jockey.
“Turn off the music,” he said flatly.
The man blinked nervously. “I’m sorry mate, I can’t—”
Xavier grabbed him by the head and slammed it into the equipment repeatedly until blood splattered across the controls.
He tossed the man aside like trash.
Then he reached over and switched off the music himself.
The silence was suffocating. He picked up the microphone.
“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen,” he said smoothly. “My name is Xavier and I’m looking for Marco. Anyone kind enough to point me in the right direction?”
The crowd stood frozen. No one breathed.
Then slowly… a few trembling hands pointed toward the casino entrance.
Xavier smiled. “Thank you. You may continue your party.”
He glanced at the unconscious DJ. “Though you might need a new Disc Jockey. This one’s out of business.”
No one laughed. No one moved. He handed the microphone back and walked toward the casino entrance.
The guards there had already cleared out.
He nodded toward me. “Lead.” I swallowed and walked in.
The moment I entered, I spotted Marco. And he spotted me. He smiled immediately.
But the smile faltered when he saw I was with a gun. “Well, look who’s back,” he said.
I forced a smile. “If only you knew.”
“Where’s the idiot you came with before?” Marco mocked. “Too bad he’s not here to help you. A gun is not going to save you from my hands."
I smiled, genuinely this time. “I came with someone worse than Lucas.”
He chuckled, amused.
Then a voice echoed from behind me. “Marco.” It was Xavier's.
Marco didn’t break eye contact with me. “Who dares?” he said lazily.
“Xavier dares."
The name landed like a bomb.
Marco’s eyes flew open. He took two slow steps back as Xavier walked past me.
Xavier didn’t even acknowledge the other men in the room.
His gaze locked onto Marco. “How dare you threaten my property?”
My heart skipped. Property?
I almost repeated the word aloud.
Marco glanced between us quickly. “I—I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I didn’t know she belonged to you.”
“Ignorance,” Xavier replied coldly, “does not prevent consequences.”
Marco slowly dropped to one knee. “With all due respect, Xavier,” he said carefully, “you don’t want to start a war.”
There was no warning. No dramatic buildup.
One second Marco was speaking. The next, Xavier had plunged a dagger straight into his chest.
The sound that left Marco’s mouth wasn’t even a scream. It was shock. So was mine.
The men around the table stumbled backward.
Xavier leaned closer to Marco, his voice quiet but lethal. “I don’t have to start a war,” he said. “I am war.”
He pulled the dagger out slowly. Blood spilled onto the floor.
He wiped the blade against Marco’s shirt with almost casual precision.
Marco coughed once, blood trickling from his mouth. Then he collapsed.
My heartbeat thundered so loudly I could barely hear anything else.
Xavier exhaled softly and gave a short whistle.
“That was fun,” he said lightly.
He turned to me as if we had just finished a mild inconvenience. “Let’s go home.”
I stood there for half a second, trying to steady myself.
Then I followed him. We walked back to the car.
This time, Xavier took the driver’s seat. I sat beside him in silence as he started the engine and pulled away from the hotel like nothing monumental had just happened.
Like he hadn’t just executed people in front of dozens of witnesses.
The city lights flickered across his face as we drove. I couldn’t stop staring at him.
Not at the blood that had dried faintly near his cuff. Not at the dagger now missing. But at his expression. He was calm, unbothered.
Finally, I cleared my throat. “Can I speak?”
He didn’t look at me. “Yes.”
I hesitated only a second. “What have you done in the past… that makes people fear you this much?"
His jaw shifted slightly. “You don’t want to know.”
“Try me,” I said quietly.
This time he turned his head slowly and looked at me.