Chapter 102 EMPTY
\[NIGHT, PRIVATE SHIP\]
"Are you sure he's going to come? We've been waiting for thirty minutes," Smith asked.
"Larry," Georgia turned to him.
"I don't know. From our last conversation, it sounded like he'd come. I don't think he's the type to go back on his word," Larry said.
"Then let's wait. Besides, he has already paid. If he doesn't come, we have nothing to lose." Georgia sat beside Smith and crossed her leg.
"Our hunt for a new scapegoat starts tonight. We should be able to replace them within two weeks."
Smith nodded in agreement.
The humans were not crying because of the sedative they added to their meals. If they were awake, they might cause them an issue later on.
"I think they're coming," Larry said and dropped the binoculars.
"Where?" Georgia sprang up. "Let me see." She looked through the binoculars but saw darkness.
"What did you see?"
"I was sure I saw some people running towards this boat."
Smith stood.
"I thought it was one person?"
"He might have his men," Georgia replied, peeking through the binoculars.
An unknown force pushed the binoculars to her face.
"Argh!" she yelled, and the binoculars fell from her hand.
"What happened?!" Smith rushed and held her.
A gunshot sounded.
He fell in the boat.
Another one sounded, and they became alert.
"We're being attacked," Georgia said.
Immediately, about twenty people filled the boat.
They all circled Georgia, Smith and Larry as they began firing bullets into the air.
"What is happening?" Georgia asked, confused as she got her gun.
Smith and Larry also took out their guns as they watched their men die.
Gunshots came from different angles, hitting the men.
Some fell into the water, and others dropped dead.
Georgia also released her bullet, clueless about who was attacking.
"Larry!" Georgia screamed when a bullet hit him, and he fell over the boat.
Looking around, they realized all their men were dead.
The girls were crying and shouting as the gunshots must have woken them.
They heard footsteps hurrying towards them.
Their grip tightened around the trigger, barely seeing because of the gunpowder.
Their boots first came into view, then up to their bodies.
Georgia cocked her gun.
Smith wanted to cock his own when, in slow motion, their faces became visible.
Their fingers froze on the gun. The gun unknowingly slipped from their hands.
"The hell devils," they said simultaneously, and took a closer look at their faces.
"Drexton... you are the hell devil?" Georgia seethed.
"Surprise," he said in a venomous tone.
Georgia's eyes fell on the three other people with him.
Jaxon, Maddox and Ixora.
They were looking at her blankly, but Ixora's eyes held disappointment. Hurt.
Smith's eyes refused to leave Maddox and Jaxon.
"What did you do to Mr. Eric?" Georgia asked.
"I thought she was smart," Jaxon said.
Drexton came forward, eyes unreadable and dark. "Mr. Eric Blackthorn."
Their eyes widened as they realized they'd been tricked.
She remembers, Eric Blackthorn was Drexton's father's name. There was no buyer; there was only Drexton.
"You played dirty."
"Isn't that who you are?"
Georgia stared at his face before laughing out loud. The laughter cackled loud enough to chase the crickets and bats.
"What is this? Revenge? You can't do anything to me, Drexton. Even if you did, I ruined your life. The only thing you can do is use my daughter against me," she glanced at Ixora. "Which you did."
"Aren't you feeling remorseful?" Ixora asked, her voice quivering.
"No, baby. That word is not in my dictionary. I've built so much empire that my heart has gone with it. I..."
"You are taking innocent lives!" Ixora yelled.
The cries of the girls have gotten so loud.
"That's what makes me dangerous, Xora. Where did you think I got all the money? I made them by selling humans. The Castellan's became in the lips of everyone only because of selling humans."
Ixora sniffled, wiping her tears away. It's no point trying to reason with her. Drexton has sealed her fate tonight, and she deserves it. How could someone be so heartless?
"Who's my father?" she asked.
Smith faced them, eyes dragging to their wildest limit.
"Y... You know?"
"Did you think we wouldn't find out?" Maddox asked and slid his hand into his pocket.
Slowly, he took out the mask.
"Cesario Creed."
Georgia faced Smith, eyes widening in shock.
"What is he talking about?"
And now it was Smith's turn to laugh. He's echoed in the night, darker and scarier than Georgia's.
"You think you could pin the blame for Ixora on my head? I also call the shots in my life. I went on a business trip, and you got pregnant and pinned the baby to me. I did the same thing by getting a mistress outside the marriage," he looked at Maddox and Jaxon, respectively. "They are the product," he said, feeling proud of himself.
"Your daughter might be a fool, but my sons are not. You wanted your daughter to join your dirty business, and I trained my sons to be the best medical doctors. I might hate Jaxon because he's got tattoos on his body, not how a doctor should be, but they made me proud."
Jaxon chuckled darkly and went to him. "Why did you kill mum?"
The smile disappeared from his face. "W... I didn't kill her."
Maddox came to him and forced the mask on his face. "I will kill you as our father, Cesario Creed."
All colors drained from his face. "No, Maddox. It's not what you are thinking. It was an accident that killed her."
"Tell that to the devil," Maddox muttered.
Before Smith could understand what he meant, two of his legs left his body.
A sharp groan left his lips, and blood oozed out as he went on his other half.
Georgia wanted to pick up her gun, but Drexton was faster.
His sword sliced off her legs, and she let out an agonized pain.
"You will regret his Drexton!" she managed to yell from the pain.
"I won't," he said, and put the sword through her arm.
Her hand fell off.
Despite the pains, she started laughing again.
"Come on, kill me. What would taking my life do? I've lived my life. I've enjoyed my money. I birthed a daughter who doesn't even know what's coming to her," she said, laughing.
Drexton cut off her other hand.
Her blood splashed into his body.
"I killed your parents. I explored your body how I wanted. I made sure you suffered through hell. You might have the money, but you've suffered throughout your life. Argh!!!"
She screamed when a sword stabbed her from the back to her front.
"I hate you!" Ixora cried.
By now, the ship had been filled with their blood. They were beginning to slip into the water.
Georgia's eyes met her daughter, and seeing the tears in her eyes, she didn't know when a tear slid down her cheeks.
"I... Ixora."
Ixora twisted the knife in her chest before pulling it out.
"You deserve to die," she murmured with trembling lips.
Georgia's head separated from her body.
She fell and gave up her ghost.
The sword fell from Ixora's hand as tears rolled down her cheeks.
She told herself she wouldn't cry, but she couldn't stop her tears.
Her eyes went to Smith. He had also died.
Maddox and Jaxon took turns at cutting his body.
The cries of the girls caught her attention, and her gaze went to Drexton.
He was staring at their dead bodies. His eyes had turned darker.
She was expecting to see relief in his eyes. He had gotten the revenge he needed, but they only got darker.
He shifted his gaze at her and gave her a deep stare.
She didn't understand the stare, but she felt a deep meaning was tied to it.
He took a few steps and crossed to her side.
Grabbing her chin, he slammed his lips on hers.
It was fast and rough.
Their bloodied bodies rubbed on each other as she tried to reciprocate. To match his pace, but he was very fast.
He broke the kiss and gave her face a last look.
He turned and started walking away.
Maddox and Jaxon joined him.
Ixora's gaze locked on his retreating figure, and once again she felt the surrounding emptiness.
She noticed the kiss felt different and in an unusual way she couldn't understand.
She understands his pain, but the kiss, she doesn't know.
Her parents are dead, and she didn't know if her real father was alive or not.
Another tear rolled down her cheeks.
She feels empty.
Thunder rumbled in the sky.
A heavy downpour started, and poured down on her.
The rain washed her parents' blood.
She fell on her knees.