Chapter 61 MURDER MY BROTHER
Third Person POV
The smell of oil, rust, and burnt smoke slammed into their senses the moment they stepped inside.
It was thick, heavy enough to cling to the back of the throat. The air felt poisoned, stagnant, like the building itself was holding its breath. Somewhere deep within the structure, iron chains rattled softly, dragged by an unseen force, yet followed by the dull clank of coal striking metal.
Too quiet.
That was what unsettled Aaron.
“Search everywhere for the kids,” he ordered, his voice low but sharp.
The men scattered immediately, boots crunching against broken concrete as they split into different corridors. Aaron remained still for a second, scanning the vast interior. Their shadows stretched unnaturally along the walls, flickering under dying fluorescent lights.
He reached up and pressed two fingers against the wire-tapped earpiece hooked around his ear.
“Tee, any news?” he asked.
Static crackled.
Then Tee's familiar voice replied, distorted but calm. “No, sir. Nothing yet.”
Aaron’s jaw tightened. He dragged his tongue across his teeth licking, unease crawling under his skin.
“Too quiet,” he muttered under his breath.
He turned to the men still near him. “Split up. Now.”
He felt like his brother wanted him alone!
They obeyed without hesitation, disappearing into the maze of corridors and broken staircases. The echo of their footsteps faded, until only silence remained.
Then..
Creeeeak.
The rusted metal door at the far end of the hall groaned open.
Aaron’s hand drifted closer to his gun.
Kalton stepped inside.
“Brother,” Kalton said warmly, spreading his arms wide as if inviting an embrace.
Aaron arched a brow slowly, unimpressed, then rolled his eyes.
Kalton stopped a few feet away, his gaze sweeping the room: calculating, searching. Aaron noticed it immediately. His posture stiffened just a fraction.
Looking for someone, are you?
“Dear brother,” Kalton said with mock disappointment, “is this how you stage an entrance?”
A slow, dangerous smirk curved Aaron’s lips. “Were you expecting someone else?”
Kalton chuckled softly, licking his lips. “This isn’t how family should be welcomed. Imagine, gunning down all my men. How pathetic.”
Aaron exhaled sharply, his sound heavy with disdain.
“They were amateurs,” he said flatly. “Bad with guns. Worse with weapons.” His eyes flicked over Kalton’s blood-smeared sleeve. “Then again, they learned from you.”
Kalton’s laugh burst out: sharp, humorless, filled with rage.
“You really know how to anger me,” he said. “I wanted your men gone first.”
"Oh! You were afraid you might be beaten by them. Fair enough" Aaron licked and Kalton's jaw cleched.
"Brother, don't test me!" He said and Aaron heaved a mocking sigh.
Test? How could he do that to an amateur he thought, Aaron might have not said that word but Kalton understood just from his eyes.
Hatred dripped from his voice.
“Well,” Kalton continued, his smile twisting, “looks like you didn’t come here to talk.”
Aaron laughed, a dark, humorless sound and reached into his coat, pulling out his other gun and raising it casually.
“Enough chitchat,” he said. “Let’s talk.”
The dogs chained along the walls erupted into snarls, teeth flashing, their eyes wild as they lunged against yet restrained by chains. Their growls echoed violently through the hall.
Aaron didn’t flinch.
He simply glanced at them. And the dogs fell silent.
For a brief moment, even Kalton seemed unsettled.
Then two chains snapped loose. Two German Shepherds were released.
They charged at him....Aaron moved without hesitation.
Bam. Bam.
Two shots cracked against the concrete inches from their paws. The dogs skidded to a halt, startled, whining as they backed away.
Kalton stared down at them in disgust. “Useless,” he spat.
From the shadows of the narrow side warehouse, Erica leaned against the wall, her arms folded underneath her chest. She watched everything with bored eyes.
She yawned.
“This is taking forever,” she muttered. She licked her lips and slammed her fist against the metal wall.
The sound echoed loudly.
Both men turned.
Kalton’s gaze locked onto the darkness, then Erica stepped forward.
A slow, deliberate smile rested on her lips.
Kalton’s eyes lit up instantly, dragging over her body shamelessly. Desire, interest, possession: all naked in his stare.
“You moved on from Celina,” Kalton said to Aaron, smirking. “I knew you couldn’t stay obsessed forever.”
Aaron’s smile sharpened, dangerous and cold.
“Welcome, sister-in-law,” Kalton added, stepping toward Erica.
Aaron raised his gun instantly in alert.
“Let him be,” Erica said calmly, flashing Aaron a brief smile as she walked forward.
Aaron’s eyes darkened.
“Nice to meet you,” Erica said softly, extending her fingers.
Kalton reached out-
Aaron yanked her back violently, slamming her against his chest.
Erica gasped softly, frozen. Her lashes fluttered as her gaze dropped, to Kalton’s gun.
“What are you playing at?” Aaron growled, his voice feral.
She tried to step away, but his arm locked around her waist possessively. She bit her lip, annoyed.
“I just wanted to shake my sister-in-law’s hand,” Kalton sneered. “You didn’t have to act so protective.”
He stepped closer.
Bang.
Aaron fired three inches in front of Kalton’s feet.
Kalton froze.
“Where are the kids?” Aaron asked quietly.
Kalton smiled and pointed toward a sealed steel door.
“In there.”
Aaron took a step forward, still gripping Erica’s hand-
Kalton laughed.
“I wouldn’t go there if I were you.”
Aaron’s eyes narrowed. He saw it then: the exposed wires beneath the doorframe, the pressure trigger near the handle.
A bomb.
“Bastard,” he muttered.
“They’re just kids!” Erica snapped, rage blazing in her eyes.
Kalton smiled wider. “Smart girl.”
“They’re fragile. Easy to break,” he continued casually. “Why wouldn’t I play with them?”
Something dark snapped inside Erica. She ripped Aaron’s gun from his grip.
POW. POW.
The first bullet missed.
The second slammed beneath Kalton’s collarbone, tearing through the subclavian artery, blood spraying out violently.
Kalton staggered, shock flashing, then delight.
“Bravo,” he laughed hoarsely. “She’s fiery.”
He turned to Aaron. “At least she isn’t pathetic like the last one you loved.”
Aaron stiffened.
“I still watch her video,” Kalton whispered. “The blood of a virgin. The screams. The moans!"
Aaron stepped forward, but Erica stopped him.
She had spotted Tee and the others disabling the bomb behind Kalton.
Don’t ruin this, her eyes warned.
Yet Aaron’s gaze burned: pain, rage, guilt colliding.
“Don’t listen to him,” Erica whispered.
Aaron shoved her away.
“Who are you to say that?”
She froze.
He raised his gun at Kalton again.
“Say that again. I promise you send you to your grandfathers”
Kalton smiled through the blood. “I watched every single moan.”
The gun fired.
The bullet went straight into Kalton’s head.