Chapter 126 JOB IS DONE
Nelly broke the kiss when she saw Maddox storming away. She stepped away from Slade, sniffing.
"I-I did what you asked me to."
Slade smiled and curled his arm possessively around her waist.
"You were impressive. Keep up the act until after our wedding, and I promise your dear Maddox will remain alive," he smirked cruelly and brought his thumb to her face.
Nelly slapped his hand.
He held her chin in place and forcefully cleaned her tears. "You should be getting used to it. I will be doing it for the rest of your life," he whispered, and released her waist.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and a lighter. He lit the cigarette.
"You should rest. I will soon send in your dress," he puffed out smoke from his cigarette, and walked away after pecking her cheek.
Nelly wiped the tears that threatened to fall.
"It's for Maddox," she muttered, and was about to leave when she heard glass shattering.
She gasped and ran in that direction. Her heart thudded loudly against her chest as she hoped he hadn't harmed himself.
She got to the room and pushed the door open without thinking twice.
Unfortunately for her, a glass came her way and pierced her elbow.
"Argh!" she winced sharply, blood trailing down almost immediately.
Her gaze landed on Maddox. The table was upside down, and the food was scattered on the floor. His hair was undone, and the fell crazily on his shoulder. His shirt was ripped apart, showing off his bruises. His knuckles had reopened because they had broken glass on them, and blood gushed out.
"Maddox," she rushed to him, stepping on the broken glasses.
She bit her lips, suppressing the pain as she got to him.
She grabbed his hand, and as she stared at the injury, tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Have you gone mad?! Why would you injure yourself like this?!" she yelled.
Maddox snapped his red eyes at her. His scary mode, the type of look that always makes him act recklessly. If it were before, she'd want to run away, but now she can't leave him in that state.
"Leave me," he warned dangerously.
"No! You shouldn't have hurt yourself like this." On saying that, she put his hand inside her mouth and sucked his blood.
"I said, leave me!" Maddox yelled and pushed her away.
She fell on the bed, staring at Maddox with a widened gaze.
"Get out! Go and marry your Slade! It was my mistake to leave my brother and best friend in New York. I will leave tomorrow, out of this clan, Sicily and your life, Nelly. I promise, I will make sure you don't feel my absence. I will take all my memories with me," Maddox said, his eyes devoid of emotions, just raw anger.
"Don't say that, please," she pleaded and stood. "You are bleeding. Let me tend to your wounds."
"I don't need your help!" he swept his hair backward. "You can go and plead to your fiancé, and he might send in a doctor. Don't forget to give him a thank you kiss," Maddox glared.
Nelly opened her mouth to speak, but let out choky breaths. She didn't think it would escalate to this point. How could she tell him that she was scared? That they are being watched. That this room they are in has hidden bombs and dangerous gas. Even if she badly wants to tell him that she's ready to move on from Slade, she has to marry Slade to save his life.
She sniffled. "I understand you are angry right now, but you shouldn't take out your anger on your health. You are barely recovered and now this. P-Please treat your wounds."
His gaze peered into her soul as he took slow steps towards her.
She took backward steps, heart slamming in her chest.
"W-What are you doing?" She looked around and was about to fall when he slid his hand around her waist and pulled her to his chest.
She pressed both her hands, not in an attempt to push him. They held gaze, he was red with anger, hers red with fear and tears.
"I. Don't. Need. Your. Fake. Concern," he said, and grabbed her arm in a rough grip.
"I don't want to smell your scent again." His gaze cut through hers as he traced his hand on hers and got to the place the glass pierced.
With force, he removed the glass, cutting his finger in the process.
"Aish!" Nelly winced, their gaze refusing to break.
He left her and tore the hand of his shirt. Taking her hand into his, he wrapped the shirt around her arm and tied up the wound.
When he was done, he turned his back to her. "Leave."
Nelly couldn't find her voice as more tears poured out. She opened the door and ran out.
Maddox didn't even bother to check if she locked the door as he went to the drawers.
His hand fumbled roughly with the things as something caught his eye, something he needed.
He picked up a tiny bottle and a can of water. He walked into the bathroom and uncorked the bottled water.
Tightening his grip around the can as if it were something he'd squeeze to death, he poured the whole contents into the water.
He let the bottle slip from his hand and shatter into pieces.
Staring at nothing, he raised his hand above his head and began pouring the water on his head. The water slid down his body, touching every part of his body.
Just like the bottle, he let the can slide off his hand.
In three seconds, it would...
One.
Two.
Three.
The stinging pain started, slowly but speedily escalating through his body.
"Argh," he groaned, crumbling to his knees as his body burned with unbearable pain.
It felt like a hot metal was pressing into the wound. Well, that's what he wanted, to feel the pain. The content contains alcohol, and when mixed with water, it makes the alcoholic content more active, thereby causing pain to an open wound.
He placed both his hands on the floor, letting the pain seep over him.
He deserves it.
\[CASTELLAN'S HOUSE\]
"Don't worry ma'am, we'll make sure to get the job done," the person said.
"Don't fail me," Hazel said and pulled out a wad of cash. "Here, you'll get the rest when the job is completed."
The person nodded and adjusted the gun in his pants before walking away.
Hazel went into the sitting room.
"When will I expect to hear the good news?" Nikita asked.
Hazel slumped on the couch. "He didn't give time, but he looked like he didn't play. I'm sure the job will get completed."
Nikita smirked and stood. "Sadly, I wanted to see him before he died, but he tried to outsmart me. Goodbye, Drexton Blackthorn."
"But I don't understand, why do we have to kill Drexton? We can easily get our hands on the papers."
"You think Drexton will not know. He's smart, but once he's out of the way, the Blackthorn wealth will belong to us. Not only that, you will finally have your revenge on Ixora."
At the mention of revenge on Ixora, Hazel's lips stretched into a wide smile.
"Should we start celebrating or wait for the news?"
"We shouldn't celebrate until our victory has been achieved."
Behind the pillar, Winter covered her mouth as her eyes widened.
She has to do something.
Making sure their mind was not on her, she snuck out through the back door.
\[9 PM\]
Drexton was returning from work when his eyes caught a pet store. He packed his car and got down without his gaze, leaving the store.
The pet store was closed for the day, not like he'd come when they were open.
Ixora had always wanted to go on a date with her boyfriend to a pet store. Not that she loves pets to have one, but their sight makes her happy.
It was one of the things she wrote in her diary. Yes, he had access to her phone, so he knew so many things about her, including her wish list.
He should have taken her to a pet store, and to the movies to watch a horror movie together. He should have taken her to Paris, where she could have had dinner on a yacht while looking at the Eiffel Tower. There were so many things she wanted to do with her boyfriend, but his hatred ruined everything.
He was about to take another step when he noticed the air had suddenly turned cold. His instinct immediately kicked in. Someone was trailing after him.
He moved with precision, pretending to be normal as he got to his car and opened the door.
He leaned into the seat.
Someone came from the back, and a stick was in his hand.
Before the stick could reach Drexton's head, Drexton kicked him from under.
The man dropped to his knees.
Drexton speedily turned to see five more men with different types of weapons, but not with a gun.
"Get him!" the one on the floor commanded, and they all came at once.
Drexton took off his tie, getting into action immediately. His leg sent them flying to the ground, with a groan.
His fist knocked out some of their teeth.
One wanted to stab him from the back.
Quickly, he turned and grabbed the person's hand, driving the knife into his eyes.
The person dropped dead.
A stick hit his head from behind.
He groaned, landing on his car.
"Attack him!"
Together, they all went to him and began hitting him. His leg, head, everywhere.
The more he tried to stand, the more they hit him until he fell on the floor.
They all dropped their weapons.
Dragging himself, he grabbed the nearest person and pulled him to the ground.
Luckily, there was a knife strapped to his pants. He took the knife and stabbed him in the knee.
He stood, barely balancing on his feet. He wouldn't take him down, no matter how weak he is.
He threw the knife, and it landed right on a person's shoulder.
His breath was heavy, his body aching, and his blood was gushing out heavily.
"It's time to get serious," one of the people said.
Before Drexton could process, someone spread a gas around him.
His eyeball rolled to the back, revealing the white pupil.
He grabbed his head and crumbled to his knees. His head became heavy as he fell on the ground.
His eyes closed, and his body spread apart.
The remaining two men exchanged glances.
"I'll get the shovel."
"I'll get the body."
One carried Drexton's body and took him into the thick forest.
He dropped the body on the floor, collecting his own shovel.
The two of them dug the ground, and at exactly six feet, they dragged Drexton's body, and...
Boom, inside the hole.
Closing the sand, one tapped his earbud.
"Ma'am, the job is done."