Zyler was in his office, working relentlessly, guarding the empire he built. The ring in his phone indicated he had a meeting to attend. He groaned and shut the mouth of the device. He was in no mood to participate in no discussions. All he needed was a warm shower and, if he wills, a redhead to rail.
Sitting right up, he yawned. His muscles were in a knot. He cranked his neck and fingers, releasing the tension in his bones. He must've been seated in an odd position, but again, he works to death once he gets into work.
He was about to call Cole when he heard a knock on the door. Cole's head popped in, "the senator is here," Zyler raised his eyebrow, not recognizing who or why he was there.
"The one you had helped swing the elections in Colorado?" Cole reminded doubtfully. "You don't remember, do you?" Cole chuckled, and Zyler leaned back in his chair.
"Is it bad that I don't?" he clicked the pen's cap and laced his fingers. He does his work and enjoys the fruit of his hard work. He willfully forgets whom he helped or what he did unless he wants to remember it. "Why is he here now?" he rested his elbow on the head of the chair.
"He registered the building you wanted on Hudson yards on your name as a token of donating to the election campaign and rigging the elections," Cole smirked, knowing how much Zyler wanted that architectural marvel in his name. A cunning smile crossed Zyler's face. He knew the bastard would do what he asked for.
"Tell him I won't meet him, and I need the registration papers notarized ASAP," he directed his attention to the computer screen. Cole turned his heel to leave when Zyler stopped him.
"And, Cole," he raised his finger, "I want three of the flats in that building in his name," he pulled up the blueprint of that high rise, "particularly, these," he pointed to three specific flats.
"Why?" Cole did not understand where Zyler was getting at.
"Every building needs a watchdog, Cole. Knowing that douchebag, I am sure he will be more into saving his ass, thus saving mine if there is income tax/ government issues," he knew the senator would keep the government out of this project if his flats were also in the same building.
"One less thing for me to worry about," Zyler cranked his knuckles.
"Anything else?" he asked, seeing Cole hadn't left.
"Some of the men in Vipers gang escaped. Someone named Joe hired some other people and kidnapped some of our employee's women and kids. We just received this," Cole put his iPad before Zyler, and he keenly observed the footage.
"I think it is time you teach those douchebags a lesson. Not only them but the rest of the gangs also need to hear this loud and clear. They have to be taught that they cannot take us. We have to get them out. Here is the location," Cole typed something and zoomed in on a seaport.
Zyler had eliminated a local gang, the vipers. He chased and hunted down all of them. He must've missed a squanderer, which is why this is high time he sends a message.
"How many?" he asked, getting up.
"20," Cole followed Zyler.
"Get the team ready then," it shouldn't take him longer, but he had to do this if he didn't want it repeated.
By the time they started to the destination, the sun had already set. The night is his favorite time to commit crimes. He can appear like the night and disappear like a sandstorm.
The ding in the device indicated that they had arrived. "12 men are inside," Cole turned on the IR cam and showed it to Zyler. The body heat cameras showed that these men were unprepared for this situation, smoking, drinking, or whatever they were doing.
He chuckled at the lack of wisdom. How in the world can these men be stupid? Lack of skills or brains, perhaps. They held 20 children and women of his men hostage and only twelve men as guards. No wonder he eliminated all of these stupid vipers. This stupidity is what will get them killed now. He turned his night vision on and licked his lips. He had already destroyed the king, an army without a king is nothing but a bunch of sitting ducks.
"It won't be hard to take them down," Zyler answered cocking his gun and shoving it down his waistband. He had plenty of experience with these situations, but it was primarily metals, drugs, and guns. But this time, it was flesh. So, he had to be quick and meticulous.
He put his earpiece in and ensured it was working. Of course, it will work. He is Cole, and he knows what he is doing. That is why Zyler trusted Cole more than anyone in his life. "Good luck, boss," he sarcastically chuckled. This motherfucker sometimes gets under his skin.
"I don't need luck, Cole. I need time and skills," he moved closer to the wall and leaned on it, stepping stealthily. He was so undetectable, like a croc stalking his prey. He clicked the door open, but it was locked, as expected. He signaled to Cole to unlock the door. The man had already hacked into their systems, and with one click, the door unlocked with a soft click. The security of this stupid building is a laughingstock.
He opened the door just enough to fit through. Normally, he would barge in and kill them all without a second thought, but he couldn't do it with his employees' families there. So, he closed the door slowly, and the rusted iron door shut behind him just as undetected as his steps were.
It looked like an abandoned shipping container, one stuffed in another. These men prefer this as it is easy to ship them off to another location if needed. He walked straight ahead. There was not much space to hide them. It was pretty open. He heard some muffled screams of little kids and some women. It looks like they were threatening the kids to shut up. He saw a bald man touching one of his employee's wives. He didn't feel anything. It wasn't his girl. The woman didn't mean anything to him. All he cared about was his ego not getting hurt. Once he overtakes a mission, he never lets the cargo be damaged, and he wasn't going to let that happen either.
He zeroed in on the man touching her. He would die first. He made a mental note to himself. He knew this would be an easy task. They won't fight. He was sure these men were picked out from streets or lesser experienced places by how they held their guns.
Hiding in the shadows, he walked through the dimly lit ramp-like path. He bent his head down a little and peeked around. He pulled the gun out of his waistband. He sneaked up to him, but before he could act, he noticed that one of the kids noticed Zyler in the shadows and was about to call his mother, but Zyler asked the kid not to make a sound. He put his fingers on his lips and asked the kid to shut up, and the boy did.
He sneaked up to the bald man, but the man had no sense of danger. He was boggled at how people could not sense danger even when it was right up their asshole alley. He shot the man in his head, and the women began to scream.
"Shut up," Zyler warned, and they did. Those women and men did not want to enrage Zyler more. The man had a commanding presence.
"Stay here," he commanded and took the oncoming men. Firing shots until they resembled a colander. Their bodies dropped one after the other. The rest of the men came running, hearing the screams. They were shocked, but then their expressions morphed into fear, realizing they had to act quickly to save themselves and the rest.
They fist their guns in response, firing the shots. Zyler covered his head with his hands and hid behind another small container before him. One of the men fired right in his direction, forcing his eyes to follow the path. The bullet crashed against the metal pole generating sparks, some touching his eye, impelling him to close his eyes. He blinked several times, ensuring he didn't go blind.
He shook his head and got ready to take the shot. Another man came closer, trying to attack Zyler or at least hurt him. But, before he could do that, Zyler composed and shot the man right between his eyes. A clean shot, but the blood fell on his body. He did not let the body fall to the ground. Instead, he used it as a shield. He grabbed the man by his collar and used him to save himself from the bullets blasting through his way.
In time, the body was riddled with bullets, and he fired a shot or two, taking two other men. He threw the body on the floor and trudged further carefully.
"Who is it?" a voice came from the inside.
"Come out, drop the gun, or else I will blast this little motherfucking kid's head," shit, he cursed under his breath. In an attempt to save himself, he forgot about those kids. Shutting his eyes and biting his lips, he did as asked.
He walked into the pit with his hands above his head, "don't you take a step further," one of the men commanded, but Zyler could tell he was shit scared.
Zyler stopped in his tracks. The man quickly composed, "throw the gun here," he grabbed a boy from the group and made him stand before his ugly ass body. Zyler did as asked. They had women and children before them as a protection measure to prevent Zyler from hurting them.
"You are no fun," he smirked.
"Don't fucking talk," he pulled the little boy's hair, and the boy winced. Zyler decided to cut off his tongue, or maybe balls. Nobody disrespects him. There are four more men to take. He knew it would be a challenging task without a proper plan.
"Who are you?" he asked, pointing the gun at the little boy's head.
"Devil?" Zyler gave a cocky answer.
"Why are you here? Are you here to rescue these?" Joe's question made Zyler chuckle. They must be fucking high not to sense the danger right up their alley. What else did they think he was there for?
"Did you think I am here to see your elf-skinned faces? You all look like an anaconda ate you but spat out 'cause it was disgusted," he chuckled amusingly, riling Joe up. He was trying to distract them from forming an exit strategy.
"No, someone must've sent you," he signaled with his gun.
Zyler rolled his eyes, "look, big Joe," the ugly man's eyes went wide as to how Zyler knew his name.
"I am insulted that you thought someone sent me, and for that, you will lose something on your body," Joe fired a shot in Zyler's direction, hoping to scare him. They were high off their rockers if they thought they could threaten him with a stupid gunshot.
"I won't ask again, who are you?" Joe pointed the gun back at the kid's head.
"Let's not get hasty here, Joe. Are you the leader? Are you running this show and shit?" Zyler asked dryly.
"Yeah, so?" he asked with pride in his eyes. His assholic self couldn't help but feel like an alpha male.
"Look, Joe. It has been a long fucking day. I just need to end this shit and go home. Now if you cooperate, I will let you go with an easy death. If not, I will chop your balls off and shove them down your throat," he was distracting the men while looking at the surroundings. There were empty chairs, glass bottles, ropes, and cable ties.
Five seconds. He has 5 seconds to take them by surprise. He has to find a window to get them all out of it. He pulled on his hair to control his anger until his hands went numb.
"I don't care. I need answers," he fired another bullet close to Zyler's face. This time, he felt the warmth of the metal. For a minute, everything in the container went silent. There was no sound except for the occasional noise of the wind blowing from the ocean, tapping on the anchors of the enormous ships and metal chains. And then, a second later, another sound followed, the sound of a bullet.
Zyler hooked his hand in his jacket and fired the shot, killing the man holding one of the boy hostages. The next minute, a mind-numbing sound burst into the warehouse. With kids and women screaming, he couldn't concentrate. Noises fucked up Zyler's head.
Taking the distraction as a chance, Zyler jumped on the table and rolled behind it using it as a shield as the guns went ablaze. Like clockwork, they all fired in his direction. Zyler fired one or two in return, but it was impossible to take more shots as the bullets were raining. The wooden table offered him protection, but the shards of wood went flying. He knew that thing would not hold for long. He didn't act but waited to let the men run out of ammunition. And in no time, they did.
He didn't give them time to reload. He emerged from behind the table and ran at the speed of light chopping his thumb and tongue for cursing Zyler. The man clutched his mouth and dropped to the ground, blood dripping down and whining like a bitch trapped in a human's body. He shot the rest of the men with nice clean holes, and they all drop on the floor like sacks of potatoes.
Joe bit back a bullet and started to scramble for his gun. Zyler craned his neck to the side and sauntered over to Josh. He shot him twice, one in each knee. Kneeling before Joe, Zyler crushes the man's bullet hole.
"Now you got blood on my fingers," saying this, he shot Joe a point back. The ugly fuck dropped on the ground.
Sighing, Zyler got up and stretched his muscles. This is some operation. Now, all he needed was a good relief. He forgot about Cole until he heard Cole tell him that all this had happened in under 10 minutes.
"You are alive?" Zyler asked Cole.
"I think I am," Cole chuckled, asking his men to step inside to get the women out.
"Well, hang the bodies and telecast them in the news. Send this message to the underworld on how Zyler Stone won again and how he will keep winning," he fisted his cigarette out and took a drag.
He didn't give a fuck about those women or these kids. He only cared about getting them out and sending the rest a message. He accomplished that task. There was no need for these women or kids to think he did it out of the goodness of his heart.
Well, what do you think of Zyler? He is not a righteous man. Neither will he ever be.... but this is to show you how his ego matters to him the most.
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