Chapter 100 His return

Chapter 100 His return
A bucket of water was poured on his face, prompting his heavy eyes to open. He found Phoenix tied before him too.

"You didn't find the others?" Noah asked.

"Not yet... the search is still going on," the built man behind him replied. He was the one who had captured Jameson.

Noah returned his gaze to the two and smiled. "Where are the rest of you?"

"In your ass. You'll need to use your dick as glasses to see them," Jameson's reply almost made Phoenix burst into laughter.

Noah stepped forward and punched Jameson in the face, bursting his lips.

"Gosh, you're so annoying," Noah grumbled. "Bring in the torture equipment. This is going to be interesting."

Just then, a figure dressed like one of Noah's men stepped in. His face was covered as he pushed a table forward. Various dangerous instruments for torture were arranged on it.

Noah smirked at the sight but failed to notice the dangerous gaze of the man who had just stepped in.

Jameson's eyes remained on him. His aura was familiar.

"Begin. What are you waiting for? Start with the guy. I'll deal with the pretty girl myself," Noah smirked, settling his gaze on Phoenix.

The mysterious man stepped forward, standing before Jameson. Jameson's face turned pale as he stared into his eyes.

These were the same eyes as the person he had lost...

The man turned, heading for the table. He picked up one of the knives and stared at it. Noah felt a rush of excitement, but it was cut short...

With a swift movement, the knife flew and dove into the eyes of the guard standing behind Noah.

Others were shocked by his move.

"You bastard," Noah cursed under his breath and quickly brought out his gun, but the man was fast enough. Several bullets went straight into Noah's arms and legs, sending him to the floor with a loud cry of pain.

Einstein rushed in. Seeing the scene, he went straight to release Jameson and Phoenix.

They stood and faced him.

"W...who a..are you?" Jameson took a step forward, locking eyes with him.

The man reached for his mask and pulled it down, revealing his face...

Diego!

Phoenix gasped in excitement, her hand flying to her lips. Without wasting a moment, she ran to hug Diego tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Gawd! You're alive!" she exclaimed, breaking the hug to look at his face.

Diego smiled, ruffling her short hair. "Short hair suits you better," he stated and returned his gaze to Jameson.

"Aren't you going to hug me?" Diego asked. Jameson burst into tears. Diego sighed and went to him instead. He drew his brother close and hugged him.

"Hey," Jameson's voice came out hoarse as he cried. "This is not a dream, right?" He had seen the building blow up and that body holding his bracelet. He had tried not to go insane... it wasn't easy.

"I'm here," Diego said, knowing how Jameson felt.

Jameson hugged him back. "Don't ever do that again. Or I'll kill you myself."

"Understood, boss," Diego replied.

"I'll really kill you. I was broken as hell," Jameson said. Diego understood the pain and let him cry his heart out.

Meanwhile, Noah was bleeding badly all over. His eyes were filled with shock and fear. This devil is not dead... how in the hell did he survive the bomb?!

Diego crouched before him. "How do you wish to die?"

"Pl...ease don't kill me... I have family..."

Diego scoffed, his eyes filling with deadly excitement.

"Arghh!!!!"

Noah's scream filled the room. Diego stepped out of the room all bloody. He had enjoyed torturing Noah to death. He found his men waiting for him already. They were all armed.

Many of Noah's men rushed into the building, all armed. They all halted at once, staring into the darkness before them.

Phoenix appeared first, her tall figure emerging. A large gun was settled on her shoulder.

"Wassup, motherfuckers," she smirked and immediately began to shoot them all. Her bullets spread across, killing them.

"This is fucking awesome!!!" she yelled.

The rest of Diego's underground men weren't left out.

The muscular lady roared and smashed one man's face against the wall. She took the second and broke his neck.

The middle-aged man was very good with guns. He was a sharpshooter.

Blake was their lookout, along with Aiden. The mission was going well.

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Meanwhile, Griffin tried to call Noah for the umpteenth time. It was not reachable. This man had told him he had just caught Jameson and the others but had yet to give him feedback.

Did something happen?

He looked to his side and saw Venessa lying naked beside him. She had bruises inflicted by him due to his rough sex with her.

She's pretty helpful, but he wants Candy... that bitch is getting on his nerves. He thought she was with Jameson, but he was wrong... Noah didn't find her.

'Where the fuck are you, shortie?' he thought, getting down from the bed. He decided to head towards the window.

However, his eyes went wide, seeing a familiar figure below, standing with his hands tucked into his pockets. He was distant, so Griffin couldn't really figure out who it was. It can't be him, right?

A strange noise downstairs made his head snap towards the door. When he didn't hear it again, he returned his gaze outside... the figure had disappeared already.

Griffin frowned. The sound came again, and he took his gun and went down the stairs.

His eyes scanned the not-so-dark room, which was usually empty. He took the house remote and tried to turn on the light, but it didn't work.

A clicking sound was heard, and he froze...

Slowly, he turned just to see him...

There, he sat on the couch like a king in his domain. Anger was an understatement for what was emitting from him.

He turned off the lighter and turned it on again... something he loved doing while staring at his prey...

Griffin couldn't believe it. How in the world? This explained why Noah wasn't picking up.

Noah met the devil already!

"You created a whole army in Moscow. And destroyed the same army just to bring me down..." he chuckled darkly, mocking Griffin. "As usual, you're just a coward scared of me."

Griffin scoffed.

"Just how many lives..." he paused, wanting to make sure he was really the one on the damn couch. "How many lives do you have?"

"As long as a piece of shit like you is still alive, then..." Diego lifted his gaze. A sly grin flashed across his face...

"There’s no fucking way I'm gonna die."