Chapter 61 Awoken darkness III
His fist hit the wall, over and over again until blood painted the plaster.
Veins bulged in his neck, his forearms, his temples, he looked like he was trying his best to hold himself back.
“Tell me who he is,” he demanded, chest rising harshly. “Tell me!!! Tell me Heaven!!! TELL ME!.”
“There's…no one...” she sobbed desperately.
All warmth, softness disappeared from his eyes all that existed was justt a bottomless pit, with coldness as strong as storm.
“You gave what’s mine to another.”
His voice was ice.
“Fine.”
He took a breath that sounded like a promise of violence.
“I will destroy,ruin and break you, Heaven.”
“You’ll wish I never woke up.”
He turned.
And walked out of her room.The door slammed behind him.
Heaven’s legs gave out instantly.
She slid down to the floor, her sobs shaking her whole body. The walls smeared with his blood blurred through her tears. Her phone lay on the floor half the screen broken.
Then it dinged.
She crawled to the broken phone and picked it.
One message flashed briefly on her screen.
A laughing emoji.
Then, it deleted itself.
Heaven’s scream died in her throat, collapsing into more sobs as the world fell apart around her
Maverick didn’t remember leaving her room.
All he remembered was the sound of his own pulse thundering inside his skull like a brutal drumbeat, overpowering every shred of reasoning.
She betrayed me.
He dug his nails into his palms so hard his hands shook.
How fucking dare she?.
The thought struck in every second sharp as shrapnel, slicing deeper each time.
He pulled out his phone, blood smearing across the screen. He dialed a number.
John answered, breathless with relief.
“Captain!!! You are awake..Is it really you…”
“Trace the number I sent,” Maverick cut him off, voice dead. “Location. Now.”
He ended the call.
He moved down the hallway without seeing where he was going, his steps heavy and uneven, like a man staggering out of a burning building.
Blood dripped from his fists in steady droplets, marking the marble floor in a trail of red like breadcrumbs from hell.
Servants froze against the walls, eyes wide, breaths held. No one dared look at him for more than a heartbeat. The rage rolling off him felt like standing too close to a storm.
They were shocked to see their young master who had only just woken from coma bleeding again.
Butler Rose rushed toward him. “Young master! You are bleeding. Someone fetch the first aid box!”
She glanced anxiously down the hallway he had emerged from.
Maverick didn’t hear her voice, didn’t register her panic. The world around him blurred into nothing.
Nothing existed except that damned video seared into his mind an image he could never unsee, even if he burned his own eyes out.
The more he stayed her the more he felt himself teetering on the edge of losing control completely, of doing something to her he would regret forever.
He stormed out of the house.
Eva had just pulled up in the drive. She had been at her art gallery when the call came that he had woken up. She had rushed over, heart pounding with relief, only to see him stride toward his car, slam the door, and speed away in a screech of tires.
The commotion drew Eleanor and General Richard from the house.
“Sylvester,” Eleanor said sharply to the butler, “what did you tell him that made him so angry? You should have at least given him a day to recover.”
“Unless you want to lose your son, don’t scold me,” General Richard cut in gruffly. “Whatever we discussed will keep him from being reckless again. That brat and his temper…”
“Mother, Father, where is my husband going?” Eva asked, worry etched across her face. The last time she had seen him that morning, he had still been deep in coma, machines breathing for him. Now he was awake and storming out like this.
“Eva, darling, don’t worry,” Eleanor reassured her, though her own expression was tight. “He is probably going to make arrangements for your honeymoon.”
Eva’s brows creased in confusion. “But… it didn’t seem that way. We should go after him. I don’t think he is strong enough yet.”
“You women worry too much,” General Richard dismissed with a wave of his hand. “He is a soldier, the strongest he can be. He has slept far too long to be weak now.”
As the general turned to head back inside, his eyes drifted to the floor. He froze at the sight of the blood trail leading from the hallway to the front door.
He wondered, if it was their earlier discussion that had ignited this rage or something far worse.
“Wow, look who we have here,Maverick Richard.”
Maverick recognized the voice instantly but didn’t acknowledge it. He was deep in the underground fighting gym, a grimy spot he used to visit with his brother years ago, back when pain still felt like something he could control.
Blood seeped through the white cloth he’d hastily wrapped around his shredded knuckles.
He drove his fists into the heavy sandbag again and again, each impact a dull thud that echoed through the dimly lit space.
“When did you wake up?” Collins drawled, stepping closer. “I heard you were shot. I was really, really worried.”
The words were laced with mockery. His smile was wide, but it never reached his eyes.
Maverick didn’t spare him a glance. He kept punching, sweat dripping, breath ragged.
Collins circled him slowly, hands in his pockets. “Why are you raging like someone who caught his woman under another man?”
Maverick froze mid-swing, catching the swaying bag with both hands. His shoulders tensed.
Collins’s eyes widened in mock realization. “Ahh… wait. Don’t tell me.” He let out a low chuckle. “I never thought Captain Maverick could be… weak in bed. If you’d fucked her properly to her satisfaction she wouldn’t have….”
The rest of the sentence never left his mouth.
Maverick lunged.
His fist connected with Collins’s jaw before the man could finish smirking. Collins staggered back, but this time he didn’t just take it. He fought back hard.
The two men crashed into each other like old rivals, fists flying, grunts filling the air.
“Watch your fucking mouth, Collins!”
Maverick snarled, blocking a hook and driving his knee up.
“Why should I?” Collins spat blood, landing a solid hit to Maverick’s ribs. “I didn’t know you valued your arranged little wife this much. Raging like this over Eva? Or…” He dodged a punch, grinning through split lips. “Is it someone else?”
Maverick grabbed Collins by the collar and slammed him against the wall of stacked mats.
“Did you enjoy throwing me under the bus?” he growled.
Collins laughed, breathless but defiant.
“Oh, that? At least your father could handle the fallout. I can’t take the fall, you know I don’t have a general for a father and it’s your fault I was an easy target.” He shoved Maverick back, wiping blood from his mouth. “You only got a suspension don’t fuse. Daddy got you” he winked.
Maverick’s eyes darkened, chest heaving.
He stepped forward again, fists clenched.
“Come on, Captain. Hit me again. Looks like you need an outlet more than I do."
Maverick didn’t give another blow,he turned his back.
"maybe if you had accepted to bend me over back then. You wouldn't be cheated on."